All Chapters of Alpha's Assassin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“You’re a liability!” Murphey screamed at me from across his desk, slamming his fist against the mahogany. He ran a hand through his thinning hair. Murphey was in his fifties, but the stress of the job had made him age significantly. At first glance, he could be someone in their seventies. I just stared at him. “Look…” He paused. “Harlow, you’re the best. There’s no denying that. But the last couple of months, you’ve had loose ends. And loose ends are what can bring the Faction down. I understand that Trent was taken out and that you’re having a hard time, but we can’t have this. I flinched at my partner’s name. My former partner. I was known to work alone, but Murphey put us together for a delicate hit. One that had too many working parts for just one person. And Trent was the only other person able to succeed at this assignment. After that first assignment, I didn’t mind working with Trent. He didn’t ask personal questions. He didn’t chit-chat. He was the

I pulled up to the looming structure that was built on the side of a mountain. The podcast hosts were laughing at some sort of joke that they made about a serial killer representing himself in court. Dumbass, I thought to myself. If I didn’t know where this safehouse was, I would have been searching for hours. But I’ve been here before and knew what to look for. The safehouse was a joke. It was more like a safe mansion. The structure was reminiscent of Frank Lloyd Wright’s work. Very angular, as if boxes were stacked on top of each other. Even in the dark, I could see it looming like a dark figure hiding in the shadows. One thing I liked about this house was it was built as a fortress but looked as if some multimillion-dollar asshat had money to spend and didn’t skimp on the upgrades. All of the windows were bulletproof, and the doors were all metal in each room in case someone needed to hide. Not only was it in the middle of nowhere but it had the intention of being

I only had two glasses of wine, and I was done. I don’t understand how some people can drink bottles and bottles of the stuff in one sitting. I was still watching this show, and was now halfway through the season, but I felt restless. I needed to do something, get out.         I looked at the clock. It was twelve in the morning. There wasn’t a lot open now, only Joe’s Gym. I turned off the show, mid-rant, and got up. I stretched my arms over my head and went to my room. I slipped on some workout shorts and an oversized T-shirt. That’s what I normally wear when I work out. I threw my shoulder-length hair into a bun; some strands came loose and framed my face.I looked in the mirror. I looked rough. But who did I have to impress. I was going to the gym in the middle of the night. There was a zero percent chance that anyone was going to be there, and I was working out and getting gross anyway. &

I looked at the man at the door more closely. My heart hammered in my chest. My stomach tensed. He was probably the most handsome man I had ever seen. He was tall and muscular. His frame could barely fit through the door. His short, dark hair and scruffy beard completed the package.         “I’m Malachi.” He said with a deep, firm voice.         That voice tightened my stomach and made me wet.         “He’s with me.” Joe came through the door. “Damn girl, did some damage didn’t you.” He walked past the man named Malachi. Behind him, another large man stood in the foyer.         “Shut the fuck up and come and get that one.” I pointed the gun at the third man.         Joe made his way

“Wakey, Wakey, eggs and bakey.”         The voice sounded familiar, but behind my lids, I couldn’t place that voice. Everything hurt; I felt like I was hit by a truck.         “Come on, Harlow. Get up. Don’t be a lazy bones.” A hand shook my shoulder.         I groaned. I stretched but instantly regretted that action as it pulled on the stitches in my legs and back. I opened my eyes. The person who stared down at me was Joe. I slammed my foot into his stomach. He doubled over.         “Jesus.” He breathed out.         “What the fuck are you doing here?”         “Why did you kick me?” He gasped. “You saw it was me.”