American Assassin Gif Novels & Stories

“Guess you can see that for yourself.” I remained silent, my expression unreadable. I started toward the door, but Casey shifted, blocking my path. “You know,” he said, voice casual, “I’m actually glad he’s gone.” That made me pause. My eyes narrowed slightly, a silent demand for him to continue. Casey’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “I knew what you were from the beginning. Assassin. A famous one, at that.” He tilted his head, watching me carefully. “I always wanted to warn Gerald, tell him exactly what kind of woman he was dealing with. But I didn’t, because I was afraid.”

I nodded and gave her a hug before hurrying out of the school compound, driving until I reached a local grocery store which held a fading neon sign reading, The Place. As a hideout for an organization which trains people to become assassin's, that name should sound suspicious to anyone. I carefully pushed the glass door causing a bell sound to echo throughout the whole grocery shop. My eyes quickly drafted to Derick who was dressed in a yellow short sleeves and blown short khakis who sat behind the cashier desk. Derick is more the cashier of The Place and also like security for our organization. He is twenty seven years old and has been working here since he was sixteen. He has a slender bui

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

But right now, I did know that Aspin had to die. I kicked his chest and pulled my wrist from his grasp. He tried to hold on tightly, but I twisted and kicked at his head, hoping he would let go. My foot made contact with his head and he grunted. I panted heavily, adrenaline now pumping through my veins like a heard of horses. I was hoping that when he recovered, he would be in fear. That he would see the monster I was and realize he had made a mistake. But in the end he just laughed, dark and manically. He laid out of the ground, his face in his hands. The sight was truly unsettling. I could feel the unease crawl through my body, making me itch under my uniform. This bastard was no ordinary

"Poison? Why would he" Ashton bent over the dying man. "Spare your soul some damnation and tell us what you know. Who were you really after?" The assassin smiled weakly. "I believe you know," Gordon replied simply. "And if you don't, well, it won't really matter much longer." Then he convulsed on the ground, and his eyes rolled back into his head. Ashton punched the gravel beside the man's head. "Damn it all!" He sat back on his heels and cursed again under his breath.

Amara dove for the gun—fingers brushing the cold metal— A hand clamped around her ankle. She screamed as she was yanked backward across the floor. The assassin flipped her onto her back, his cold eyes inches from hers. “Don’t fight. It will be painless.” A lie. She could hear it in his voice. Before he could strike— **BANG!** A gunshot exploded through the room. The assassin froze. Blood bloomed across his side. He turned. Dante stood behind him. Breathing hard. Bleeding.

Rainer couldn’t help but think "This guy doesn't even look qualified to wipe his own ass let alone hold that gun. Actually, this could work in my favor.” Rainer let out a slight devious smile, “Let me tell you a little secret. Veiga has this little deal going with other assassins. If someone kills me, they get a reward from him. Depending on where you shoot and how many bullets you use, you can get a very nice payout. For example.” He pointed between his eyes “shoot me between the eyes and you win the whole pot of gold,” Rainer lowered his hand.

He took in the scary sight that was six dangerous men in leather jackets and jeans who had purple bandanas tied around their heads. “Whaddaya want?” He asked. “I just want to talk.” Ash replied. “Well, make it snappy. I'm mighty busy.” The man ordered. Ash smiled, and in the twinkle of an eye, he squeezed the hand holding the gun, causing the man to cry out and release the gun. Ash hit him with the butt of the gun and the man collapsed to the floor, unconscious. Ash and his men entered hastily, taking the unconscious man with them. There was a staircase that led underground. They took it, and when they saw a biometric lock on a door, they propped the man up and put his thumb to the scanner.

Thane explained. ‘That explains why he didn't cover his face when he took Aria.’ Alessa thought. “Who are you?” Alessa asked. He looked up at her and slowly laughed. “Alessa. The killer who took out thirty men in two minutes without a scratch, she pulls the trigger faster than anyone. Smart, pretty.” “Sexy,” he added and laughed out loud. He doesn't look Russian, Mexican, or Italian, he was an American which confused her more. No American has ever been after her.

He’d seen all the Jason Bourne movies, too. He took another drag and held in the smoke. He needed to relax. While those numb nuts were crowded in a closet like goddamn fish in a barrel obsessing over a ghost boy, some government-trained merciless motherfucking assassin was hiding in the shadows, waiting to pick them off one by one for love of country or God or Allah or the Flying Fucking Spaghetti Monster. But he wasn’t having any of it. Because he was a goddamn American. And if the rest of those idiots couldn’t see the danger?