All Chapters of Enemies in Disguise : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Truth is, there weren't even any bullets in my gun at all.“You think I’d use a baby as bait? Do you even hear yourself, Keigh?” She raised her voice. What she did next knocked the air out of my lungs. She lunged forward, seizing the barrel of my gun and forcing it against herself. Her hands gripped on it like iron fist, determined to rather have the bullet through her than risk it pointing anywhere else. The baby wailed between us, caught in the crossfire neither of us wants to lose.And still, I didn’t lower the weapon. Not now…“When I’m tasked to kill someone, I do it using my bare hands. I do not need any set-ups to prove I can take a life.” Her eyes burned in fury. “You disgust me, Russo. For a moment, I actually thought we were on the same side out there.”I pulled the trigger.The click sounded small, almost like a whisper. Isabella froze, then the realization slid across her face.“Mafias, assassins, of all kinds, always had the same rule. Never ever use or take lives othe

Today marks the first voyage of Cruise Astres—a vessel so exclusive that only the country’s wealthiest and most powerful ever step aboard. Invitations arrive without warning, each of the guests are handpicked meticulously,I’m surprised at how the handler has actually gotten one of these tickets. Sneaky bastard.No one knows who sends them. Rumors trace back to a scientist with a dark specialty in experimental drugs. The handler warned me that an auction will occur at the place of destination, which should be stopped at all costs.“Good evening, sir! May I take a look at your ticket, please?” I adjust the edge of my black suit, the half-masque shadowing my face as I hand the slip over without hesitation. The attendant raises a small scanner, bathing the paper in ultraviolet light. At first, it seems useless until a hidden symbol burns faintly into the naked eye.At last, he nodded and smiled. “You may proceed. Enjoy the trip, sir.” I joined the stream of bodies moving up the boardin

“I’ll keep my eyes on you, whether you like it or not.” Isabella marched alongside me as I searched for my remaining targets.Eduard Luciano, the host of the auction, and Dante Caruso, the right hand of whoever created that drug. Surely, they’ll be tucked away where the crowd can’t reach and that brings us to none other than the private lounge. “You Morettis are part of the private lounge, right?” I casually asked, as we walked through different elites. Her lips curved slightly behind the black glittered mask. “Naturally. Which means, if you want to get in, you’ll have to cooperate with me.”I bit my lower lip, concealing my smile. “And here I thought I was already your date tonight.” “Don’t flatter yourself, mafia. You know I’m no easy woman.” She directed me to the left side of the cruise ship.Once we headed up the stairs, the music from the ballroom began to fade. It changed to some mellow music and muffled conversations with a faint clicking of glass. There were four armed me

“No! Don’t shoot them!” I snarled through clenched teeth.Those good-for-nothing guards of this cruise ship had opened fire on the crowd, their bullets tearing into anyone caught in the chaos. But that only made things worse. A lot of them had already taken the drugs, so they just kept coming back tougher, and wilder. With every shot they did, the number of the undeads grew, and our chances of controlling the outbreak decreased.The ballroom hall was a free trial to hell. Screams echoed through the halls as the drugged guests lunged at any innocent beings near them. Some of them had no choice but to take the drugs themselves just to escape the reality of being a prey. While we also learned that the drug isn’t infectious, these elites still didn’t stop looking for it.Everything’s all dirty and disgusting. I hate it here. I shoved through the chaos, Isabella at my side, daggers flashing as she cut down anything that moved too close. A woman’s body dropped behind me with a sickening t

“I’ll meet you there.” Isabella simply said as she rolled over the window of her car. I walked out of the office under the vibrant buzz of fluorescent lights, pulling my coat tighter against the evening air. This time I decided to walk through on my usual and longer route just to let my mind breathe for a short time. Isabella didn’t argue when I told her she should visit the baby. Even a cold-hearted assassin like her couldn’t hide the soft spot she had for a child. Still, we both knew walking out of the office together and going the same way would raise suspicion we couldn’t afford.I remembered our earlier exchange as I wrapped up cross-checking the document she gave me. “We’ll go separately,” I told her as I handed over the file. “Your driver can take you. I’ll walk.”And that’s exactly what we were doing now. I kept walking, hands shoved into my pockets, blending into the stream of office workers heading home. The city buzzed around me like any other night—horns blaring, peopl