All Chapters of Silent Killer: A Dark Female Spy Romance: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

1SABRINAThe first time I killed someone, I was seventeen.He was a politician who promised hope to a broken city but sold its secrets to the highest bidder.My handler called him “a necessary evil.”He liked to use those words, justifying what we did as if we were saving the world.But I knew better.There was nothing noble about this work.It was bloody, messy, and merciless.I’d watched my target for weeks, memorizing his every move.When I finally pulled the trigger, I expected to feel something—guilt, maybe even fear.But there was nothing.Just silence.That’s when I learned the truth: I was good at this because I was empty inside.Years later, that emptiness was still there.It was the only constant in my life, the only thing I could count on.The world kept moving, but I stayed still, frozen in the shadow of who I might have been if I’d chosen differently.If I’d run instead of agreeing to become a weapon for hire.Now, I’m the best assassin in the business.The jobs come and

The conversation started easily enough—business, logistics, shipments.But it wasn’t long before Viktor shifted the tone.“Tell me,” he said, leaning forward, “what makes you different from the others who come to me with their schemes and empty promises?”I held his gaze, refusing to blink.“Because I deliver. And I don’t flinch when things get messy.”He smiled then, but it wasn’t warm.It was the kind of smile that made your skin crawl.“Messy,” he repeated, almost to himself. “I like that.”8VIKTORShe was good.Very good.But not perfect.The way her hands rested too carefully on the table, the slight tension in her jaw when I spoke—it was all there, if you knew where to look.And I always knew where to look.“Tell me, Sabrina,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “What’s the worst thing you’ve done?”Her hesitation was brief, but it was there.“I don’t dwell on the past,” she said finally.A practiced answer.But it wasn’t the answer I wanted.“You should,” I said. “The past has a

For now, I’d play his game.But in the end, I’d be the one to win.13SABRINAI wasn’t sure if I was prepared for this.Viktor had given me my first real mission, one that made my skin crawl the moment he spoke the words.It was different from the cold, clinical operations I was used to.This was personal, messy.The target wasn’t some nameless, faceless figure in a far-off land.It wasn’t a simple extraction or clean kill.No.Viktor had sent me to eliminate someone who had betrayed him—a former associate who had crossed a line.The catch?This man had a family.A wife.A daughter.Viktor had given me the details, his voice smooth as silk as he outlined the assignment.“Make it clean, Sabrina. I don’t want to hear about any complications,” he had said, his eyes narrowing as he watched me intently. “Do what you do best, but don’t leave a trace.”The thought of a family in the mix clawed at my insides.It wasn’t the first time I’d been ordered to take someone out, but it was the first

He took a slow step toward me, and I fought the urge to take a step back.His presence filled the space between us, his body so close now that I could feel the heat radiating off him, like a flame threatening to consume me.When he reached out, his fingers brushed against the side of my face, and I nearly flinched.But I stopped myself.I wasn’t weak.I wasn’t vulnerable.His touch was light, feather-like, but it felt like an electric shock shooting through me, igniting every nerve in my body.He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over my skin, sending shivers down my spine.The scent of him—dark and intoxicating—wrapped around me like a fog, clouding my thoughts.“You’re not as cold as you think you are, Sabrina,” he murmured, his lips barely a breath away from my ear. “I see it in your eyes. You want to feel something. You want to give in.”My heart raced, blood pounding in my ears.I wanted to push him away, to escape this suffocating proximity, but my body didn’t obey.His word

The praise was empty.I knew it.He only cared about results, about control.But still, there was something about the way he said it, the way his approval felt like an invisible weight pressing down on my chest.It made me feel... something.And I hated that.But I couldn’t escape.The missions kept coming, each one darker than the last.They were always a test—test of loyalty, of control, of my ability to withstand whatever twisted challenge Viktor threw my way.The worst came when Viktor ordered me to infiltrate a rival gang's meeting.They had been encroaching on his territory, undermining his operations, and Viktor wanted to send a message.The plan was simple: I was to attend the meeting as a neutral party, listen to their discussions, and get close to their leaders.But once I was in, I had to execute a cold and brutal takeover.There were several targets—men who had been plotting against Viktor.My orders were clear: eliminate them all, no mercy.But I hesitated when I saw one