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The Don’s Favorite Assassin Chapter 11
The first shots rang out as my hand closed around the gun he’d given me."Always, Marcello," I said.Marcello didn't say another word. He strode toward the door, his long coat sweeping over the broken glass. I followed right behind him. I could feel the tension in his body; he was a bowstring pulled taut, terrifyingly calm.Outside, the night was torn apart by a storm of bullets.The mercenaries’ firepower was brutal. Their heavy weapons shredded the outer stone walls. But it didn't take long for me to realize something was off.Marcello's enforcers weren't fighting back head-on.They were ghosts. They struck from the shadows, from the mercenaries’ undefended flanks and rear, cutting them down with precision. Snipers picked them off from high ground. Close-combat teams slit throats in the darkness of the lawns.I finally understood. The Don was never on the defensive.He’d set a trap. He was waiting for Julian to put all his cards on the table, just so he could wipe them all out in one
The Don’s Favorite Assassin Chapter 10
The echo of the gunshot faded. Broken glass glittered on the floor.I stood with my arm hanging at my side, the gun still smoking.Marcello came up behind me. He covered my hand with his, his touch gentle, and my fingers went slack.“Nice shot,” he said, his voice low. He took the gun from my hand and tossed it onto the desk. It landed with a loud crack of metal on wood.I didn’t answer.Fourteen years of trust, gone. I thought I should be breaking down, but all I felt was a tired, sharp clarity.“I was using you from the start,” I said, staring at the shattered glass, not backing down. “Crashing your casino. Breaking into your bathroom. Using you to destroy my enemies. I needed an ally. Someone strong. Someone ruthless. You were the perfect target.”Marcello just watched me.“I never planned on telling you the truth,” I looked up, meeting his grey eyes. “If Julian hadn't blown everything up, I probably never would have.”The study was so quiet I could hear my own heart pound.“I know,
The Don’s Favorite Assassin Chapter 9
Julian’s voice oozed from the speakers, soft and sick, just like when he’d coached me through my first kill.I stared at the face I’d known for fourteen years. I didn't feel fear. Just a bone-deep disgust that churned in my stomach.“Handler.” I let out a cold laugh. “No, what should I call you? Daddy's little boy?”The mask was completely gone. He took a sip of whiskey, his eyes like ice.“Scarlett, who do you think you’re fighting for?” he said slowly. “Marcello killed my father. Stole his throne. Then he gave you a bunch of rules, made you think you were some ‘Avenging Angel.’ But how is he any different from my father? They’re both dictators who climbed a mountain of bodies.”“At least my father was never a hypocrite,” he continued, his voice dangerously warm. “Come back, Scarlett. Come back to me. To a world with no rules. Where only the strong survive. That’s where people like us belong.”I stared at him.I was fourteen when I did my first hit. The target was a fentanyl dealer in
The Don’s Favorite Assassin Chapter 8
Before I could move, the armory door exploded inward.Blinding light. A figure stormed in, gun raised. Bullets screamed past us, sparking off the metal shelves.“Get down!”Marcello moved faster than thought. He shoved me into the shadows of a rack, spinning to shield me with his body as he drew his own weapon and returned fire.Sparks flew in the chaos.I peeked through the gap under his arm. The woman's face... it was almost mine. Same height. Same dark hair. She even stood like me. A deliberate copy.But her eyes were wrong. Not calm like mine. Just wild. Obsessed.“Don’t stop me!” she shrieked, lunging for Marcello.I didn’t give her the chance.I slipped out from behind him, my dagger in my hand. I slammed into her, knocking her gun aside. We were locked in close combat.She was good. Her blade sliced my arm, a hot sting of pain.But she wasn't me.I twisted, locking my arm around her throat. I slammed her back against a crate of ammo, my dagger pressed right against the artery in
The Don’s Favorite Assassin Chapter 7
Rocco’s gun was still raised. But no one dared to pull the trigger.Marcello slowly lifted a hand. Pressed it to the bleeding gauze on his neck. His grey eyes swirled with a dangerous amusement. A dark, lethal fondness.“Rocco,” his voice was a low growl, laced with absolute command. “Lower your weapon.”Rocco hesitated, then obeyed.My gaze was fixed on the lipstick stain. The fire in my chest wouldn't die down."Tell me what she looked like." I tightened my grip on his collar, not caring that he was hurt. "Her height. Her voice. The way she walked. Tell me everything."Marcello let me manhandle him. A dangerous smirk played on his lips."Are you jealous?""I'm hunting a rat." My voice was ice, but my fingers betrayed me, tracing the warm muscle of his chest. "That imposter stole my signature move. I'm going to personally crush her throat.""Scarlett Attempts to Assassinate the Don." If that headline got out, Julian would win. I wouldn't let him write this story.I made a decision. Ri
The Don’s Favorite Assassin Chapter 6
The alarm shrieked. My mind went blank.One thought.Julian’s lost his damn mind.He knew the Don’s enforcers would slaughter everyone in the base. Hundreds of people. Gone.But he just stood there. Outside the control room. Sipping his whiskey. Not a flicker of fear on his face.This was wrong. So wrong.A real leader would be getting his people out. Not standing around, waiting for Marcello to blow the damn doors off like it’s a movie.I stared at the monitor. At Julian. My blood ran ice-cold.He wasn't trying to save us.He was trying to kill us. All of us.A perfect, clean slaughter. And he'd use a "traitor" to light the fuse. A traitor no one could question.Me. I was his perfect scapegoat.No more waiting.I grabbed the vent cover on the wall. Used the same wire from the lock to pry it open. Shoved three blocks of C4 inside—I’d swiped them from the armory earlier."Scarlett!"Julian's voice. A tight edge to it.I didn't look back.I lit the fuse. Dove into the vent.The explosion
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