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AUTHOR’S POV: Once Zara passed out, the killer pulled his silver weapon out of his hood. He raised his hand in the air to finish his task and brought it towards her chest but someone stopped him by grabbing his hand in the air. The killer looked at his left to see the owner of the hand and was left shocked because the person standing in front, was least expected to be there. It was Sunny. Sunny eyes widen seeing the infamous killer so close to him. He was shocked but didn’t let the feeling take over himself and with all his might he pushed the killer harshly back. The hooded killer stumbled and fell into the cold water. Then moved towards Zara,

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

He kicked the door open and entered. The shopkeeper, seeing the intruder, furrowed his brow and asked in displeasure, "It’s you? What are you here for?" "Kenneth, I’m here to send you off," the man in black replied coldly, a gun aimed at the shopkeeper’s forehead. Kenneth remained unfazed and asked, "I didn’t break the rules. Why do you want to kill me and silence me?" "You know too much," the man’s voice was chilling.

Maybe River is right and she should study something. “We’ll get Spade and Snake to check the files and find out who fits which role, maybe check the dead soldiers and women too,” Killer suggests as he taps his index finger on his thigh. “And who has beef with a Satan Sniper, I’m startin’ to think they calling us out, these murders have been centralized to Kanla. The only ones involved in the military and government is us, towns already been through enough with the last shit storm.” “More like fuckin’ screaming, thought the same thing which is why I have Venus and Mercy keeping tabs on River,” Killer informs us and also shows why he is the best fuckin’ National Vice President.

He already knew that he would not survive this ordeal. He knew this group of people too. The 12 Killers were the most powerful assassins in the North! They were all disciple killers in the fifth zone, and the leader was the former king of disciples! “I’m sorry, Villa Master Hopper, you know too much. Villa Master Turner wants us to bring your head back.” The guy with the dagger wore a black mask and said emotionlessly. Cyril gave up resistance and closed his eyes. Just as the other party made his strike!

I flicked the hammer on the gun and barged into the kitchen. Nothing could have prepared me for what I walked in on. I was staring down seven gun barrels aimed at my head. Dread welled up in my chest and my stomach twists into knots. There were eight men squished up in my small kitchen. But only one had my heart sinking to my foot. Enzo Corretti. The King of New York. Without a doubt that is the man standing in my kitchen with a glass of water to his lips and a blank look in his green eyes. His file said he was handsome but Jesus Christ!

Milo’s knuckles cracked when he clenched the phone. And then, the third. The South Quarter gym was a front—everyone knew it. Steroids and laundered cash moved through locker rooms like whispers through stained walls. At 11:37 AM, a van pulled up. Masked men with military precision flooded the building. They killed everyone inside. Gregory—the bookkeeper, the quiet man with two kids and a stutter—was found strung up by the pull-up bar, half-burned and carved. Someone had sliced an “I” into his cheek before setting him ablaze.

he asked. I shook my head. "No, he didn't. I haven't even seen him in a while." I swallowed. "I found.. a book, a book in Sebastian's library. It contained.. profiles. Photographs of people who had already died. Dead. With notes in there, and all killed." He looked at me like he was really listening to me. "On the very last page, there's Killian's profile," I swallowed. "He was targeted." "You're worried about Killian?"