American Assassin Novels & Stories

Mayor Johnson couldn't believe his eyes; Jane had finally caught the assassin and it was shocking that it took her only a day. "Once again, I greet everyone present here. My name is Jane and I am handling the assassin's case. I deemed it fit to publicly interrogate the criminal here who has caused pain to everyone in Gold city for sometime now" Jane stated and then turned to face the assassin who had been quiet all the while. "Tell us your full name" Jane asked her first question to him. The assassin looked up at Jane and then at the camera men taking pictures of him. "My name is Carl Anderson and like she rightly indicated, I have been a terrorist all this years in Gold City" he stated with

"What? You attacked Ruby?” “She was trying to thwart my mission. I'm not a patient person, Madam," the man explained as he opened the window and rested one arm there. “Isn't my order clear? I asked you to finish off that woman named Amber, not Ruby.” Unexpectedly, the assassin let out a creepy laugh. While picking up a bottle from under the chair, he muttered, “Shouldn't you be happy? I managed to get rid of your husband's first wife. You have no rival, Mrs. Smith."

he replied before turning and heading to one of the walls where he put on the light to illuminate the room. That is when I realized that another wall was filled up with computers from top to bottom. How could our murderer be able to escape all this security system ? Finally, we all sat down and after a moment, I broke the silence. "I am failing to understand how our enemy is still capable of escaping all this security. Aslan, are you sure you checked all the CCTV cameras?"I asked staring at the beta. "I did and believe me, everything is ok and no parts of yesterday's videos are missing," he confirmed.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

he paused for a second, roaming his eyes around in crowd to see desperation in their eyes before he announced other two name “Cristopher Knight and Martin Curzon” Critopher Knight, a merciless and heartless American Mafia He was the one who carried out the assassination of Robert Richard at Leo's order, exposing his betrayal. He always wanted to be the American mafia king, which was not possible as long as Robert was around, so he made a plan to kill him in gang war, but instead, his wife got killed.

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.

I was so pissed and angry at his stupid pretense. “I promise, I had nothing to do with the shootings or anything like that. And also, I am not a mafia boss, I—” He hesitated, looking away from my eyes, his gaze drifting to the window. Taking a deep breath, he returned his gaze to mine, his expression more serious. “I’m an assassin—more like a murderer. I do the dirty work for people so they don’t have to pay the price. And as for me, I never get caught. Just betting on clean cash,” he said, and I narrowed my eyes in disbelief.

We pull up to the hidden apartment on the outskirts of town, hidden beneath a warehouse we infiltrate the area, pushing doors open and finally landing at the door My heart pounds in my chest, this is it, this is the person we have been looking for, finally, we can be free from his clutches My anger builds in anticipation as we push the door down, and my blood runs cold immediately at the sight as we enter the apartment The assassin is lying on the floor, dead, with a bullet in between his eyes, blood pooling around his head, and running down the wooden floorboards. My heart races, my fingers clenched into fists in anger at the sight as I pick up the single piece of paper on the floor, sealed

It carried determination. Emily nodded silently. For some reason... She felt a little safer. Meanwhile... Inside a luxurious penthouse across the city... Damien Blackwood swirled a glass of expensive whiskey as he stared at the city skyline. A knock sounded. "Come in." A man in a black suit entered nervously. "Boss..." "The assassin is dead." "I know." "And Mr. Blackwood has already found the pendant." Damien smiled. "Good." The man looked confused. "Good?"

Elle really did take him down hard but she's no shifter and she's not my Head Enforcer. "Actually, she's a human assassin.” It's cruel of me to rub salt in his wound but I need to bring him down to Earth so he can tell me why he attacked. We've had a few rogues get close and several humans wander over our borders, but he's the first one to get so deep into our land and near anyone as precious as a female or pup.