Todos los capítulos de The Assassin Alpha's Heir: Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

Alfonso's POVI leaned against the wall in the corner of the war room, arms crossed, letting the noise of the place wash over me.Watching Ivana work was something else.For days she'd walked around my house like a cornered animal, teeth bared, flinching at shadows, waiting for someone to hurt her. But standing here now, surrounded by screens and maps, all that tension in her shoulders was slowly starting to melt away.She was figuring out, maybe for the first time in years, that nobody in this room was holding a leash on her.Clatter!Olly's elbow knocked a half-empty soda can right off the desk.Before it hit the floor, Ivy's hand shot out and caught it clean out of the air. She set it down without spilling a drop and gave the kid a flat, unimpressed stare."You're gonna give yourself a heart attack before any agency sniper gets the chance, kid," she said, dry as dust. "Drink some water."Olly grinned, sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thanks, Big Sis Ivy."Ivy choked on air.

Alfonso’s POVSix in the morning, and my hangar was a circus.I stood by the nose of the chopper, dragging both hands down my face, seriously questioning every life choice that brought me here."Kracker, do not cycle that chamber in here!" I yelled over the fans.Too late. CHUNK-CLACK.Kracker was grinning like an idiot, swinging a rotary grenade launcher around her shoulder like a blow dryer she just bought at the mall."Relax, Boss Man! The safety’s on. Mostly. Fifty-fifty chance, honestly, but the balance? Chef's kiss.""Put it on the rack before I put you in a headlock," I muttered.Right next to her, Oreo was having a full meltdown in front of the crates, waving a pair of pants in the air like someone insulted his family."Matte black? Again?" Oreo groaned, leaning on a toolbox with his hand on his head. "Alfonso, we are running a dawn breach, not filming a music video. I specifically asked for slate grey! Slate grey absorbs shadow way better! This is aesthetic homicide!""Oreo,

Ivy’s POVMy hands wouldn't stop shaking.It was pathetic.I’d picked locks with pins while hanging upside down from ventilation shafts, and bypassed multi-layered biometric grids under active sniper fire.Yet here I was, fumbling with a basic magnetic keypad like an amateur recruit on day one.Breathe, Ivy. Just breathe.I ripped the plastic faceplate off with the edge of my ceramic dagger, crossed the red and blue bypass leads, and jammed my bypass decoder straight into the circuit. The magnetic seal released with a pressurized hiss.I didn't wait for Alfonso or check the corners. I just shoved the slab of steel open with both hands and stepped inside.The room was tiny, freezing, and suffocating. No windows. Just bare, sweating concrete walls, a single flickering fluorescent bulb buzzing overhead, and that sickly, familiar stench of damp stone, stale sweat, and cheap antiseptic.And there, in the far corner, huddled on a stained, rusted-spring cot, was a tiny figure.Skinny arms wra

Ivy’s POVFor ten miserable years, just the sound of that man’s voice was enough to make my stomach violently cave in.One word from Kessler used to turn my knees to jelly, flood my veins with ice, and trigger these disgusting, hyperventilating panic attacks that left me coughing on the floor like a broken mutt.He’d say, Stand down, asset, and my whole nervous system would just roll over and die.Not today.Standing here right now?Seeing Luka’s tiny, bony arms wrapped around Alfonso’s neck, seeing my baby brother tucked away from the crossfire, and feeling the terrifying, bone-crushing murder rolling off Alfonso in waves?The static in my head just... evaporated. Gone. Poof.The fear didn't even show up. No trembling hands, no racing heart, no sick knot in my gut.All that was left was this blinding, crystal-clear calm.The kind of cold focus where the world slows down to a crawl, every heartbeat feels like an hour, and all you can see is the soft spot where a bullet needs to go.Yo

Ivy's POVThe inside of the armored SUV smelled like burnt gunpowder, wet dirt, and cold sweat, but to me, it felt like heaven.I sat there on the leather bench, barely daring to breathe. Luka was completely out cold, curled into a tiny ball with his head resting on my thighs. One of his scrawny hands was locked around two of my fingers, his knuckles pale from how hard he was gripping me. Even in his sleep, the kid was terrified that if he loosened his fingers for a second, he’d wake up back in that freezing concrete cell.You’re safe now, kiddo, I thought, my throat aching with a thick, stupid lump I couldn't swallow down. I swear to God, nobody is ever putting you in a cage again.Up front, Kracker was drumming her thumbs on the steering wheel, completely tone-deaf, screeching along to Bon Jovi blasting through the dashboard speakers. Beside her in the passenger seat, Olly was dead to the world, snoring softly with his mouth hanging open, still clutching his rugged laptop to his sto