All Chapters of The Assassin Alpha's Heir: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Alfonso's POVThere's a special kind of pathetic that only shows up once a man realizes he's been sitting alone in a basement bar for an hour, talking to a criminal informant, nursing a drink he stopped actually drinking a long time ago.The ice in my tumbler had melted into flat, amber water an hour back. I hadn't noticed until just now.The basement lounge sat tucked beneath an unassuming import garage in the industrial sector. Across from me sat K.He literally has no name attached to his being, and I never bothered asking for one either."She survived Callisto's baseline," K said, tapping a cigarette against a brass case. "That puts her in a category of one, Alfonso. You found the needle in four thousand haystacks.""She survived," I agreed, swirling the dead scotch. The sting on the back of my hand twitched — where her nails had opened me up while she screamed murder at the ceiling. "Barely. Spent the next six hours trying to bite the doctor's fingers off every time he checked

Alfonso's POVI watched the color drain from Ivana's face before rushing right back in a wave of furious, crimson heat. Her hands curled into tight fists at her sides, and if looks had the power to detonate explosives, my whole war room would have been reduced to a pile of smoking rubble."Why the hell am I going as Madelyn?" Ivy snarled, her voice vibrating with venom as she leaned aggressively across the glass table. "Have you lost your eyesight along with your damn mind, Alfonso? Look at her picture, then look at me! She's got honey-blonde extensions, fake lips, a round jaw, and looks like she spends twelve hours a day bathing in self-tanner. We look absolutely nothing alike! He'll spot the fake before I even cross the velvet rope!"I didn't flinch. I just leaned back in my leather chair, tapped the screen on the table, and gave a faint nod toward the far shadowed corner of the room."That's because you haven't met Peaches," I said smoothly.From the dark corridor behind the serv

Alfonso's POVI honestly couldn't remember the last time the word gorgeous had come out of my mouth.In my world, women were usually calculated assets, political leverage, or hit contracts wrapped in designer silk. I didn't hand out compliments like cheap candy. So when I looked at Ivana—standing there under the dim chandelier light, draped in emerald fabric that clung to every lethal curve of her body—I thought I was being relatively generous. I actually expected a rare flicker of embarrassment. Maybe a quiet smirk, or even a basic, civilized "thank you."A man really thinks he's pulled off a smooth, monumental move, and then reality slaps him right across the jaw.Ivana didn't blush. She didn't smile.Instead, she narrowed those honey-tinted eyes, crossed her arms over the plunging neckline of the dress, and looked at me like I had just crawled out of a sewer pipe."You mean to say Madelyn looks gorgeous," Ivy shot back, her voice dripping with concentrated acid. "Because I look abs

Ivy’s POVMy entire body went rigid.I was standing there in a four-thousand-dollar silk rag, balancing on stupid four-inch heels, while an armed cartel boss stood two feet away looking at me like he was about to blow my head off. My chest was tight, my heart was hammering against my ribs, and my assassin instincts were screaming at me to just drop the act, sweep his legs, and snap his neck before he could draw that Glock.Don't do it, I told myself frantically. If you break his neck now, the whole damn floor gets alerted, you lose the USB, and you lose Luka.And to make matters a hundred times worse? Olly was losing his mind in my ear."She's blown! She's blown!" Olly shrieked, his voice cracking so hard it sounded like glass shattering in my eardrum. "His heart rate is spiking! He suspects her! Boss, what do we do?! He's gonna shoot her! Should I kill the power? Should I trigger the fire alarms? I'm gonna throw up, I swear to God I'm gonna throw up on my keyboard—""Olly, shut the f

Alfonso’s POVI’ve been with enough women across my lifetime to fill an entire little black book.Daughters of rival mafia heads, heiresses, models who lived for the flashing cameras, cold-blooded female mercenaries looking for a payday—I had seen every single version of femininity this world had to offer. None of them measured up to Ivana. Not even close.I’d heard the underground ghost stories about her long before I ever put a scope in her hands. The agency’s personal phantom. The reaper who never missed a contract. The girl who survived torture camps, chemical conditioning, and three bullet wounds to the chest before she was even twenty. The rumors made her sound like an unfeeling machine made of flesh and bone.They had it wrong. She was so much more than any of those exaggerated street labels. Ivana had this untamed fire burning inside her that could incinerate an entire city if she let it loose. This girl could literally be the Queen of hell if she decided that’s where she want