American Assassin Novels & Stories

The bald guy said. Austin Philips is the same assassin that killed Caine and his brother. "I'm listening." Austin replied over the phone. "The Stark brat is stepping out of line… kill him for me." The bald guy ordered and disconnected the line.

The look on his eyes became deadlier than ever. "She's a girl. The assassin was a. . a woman. And, she was a hired killer always disguised as a runway model. Her name was. ." The sniper coughed blood painfully like talking for so long was requiring too much of his remaining energy. "Her name was. . it was. . Zara. Zara Auclair Lavigne."

The one person you don’t call unless you’re serious. Alessio Rossi. An assassin. An underworld ghost. No one sees him unless they need someone found… or erased. Killian and I, we didn’t get our hands dirty—we had people like Alessio for that. The call was short. I gave him a brief rundown, and we discussed his f*e, which, as usual, was steep. He preferred to do things remotely—photo, location, drop-off. But I wanted to see him. I wanted to be sure it would be done right. No room for mistakes.

He should have seen that coming for daring to ask a question when Hades hadn’t given orders. “Now that I have everyone’s attention,” Hades stands in the middle so we can all see him—but strangely, his eyes are on me. “The assassin for this job is Viper.” Everyone stills. Blood slowly drains from Jake’s face. I drop to my knees. “Alpha Hades—” “You’ve always been curious about the killers of your parents, right?” He has a small smirk on his face as he stares at me, and I ball my hands into fists. “And you’ve always wanted to be a full member of the Nameless.”

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused

This man is Alessandro Russo. He had a few of her brothers in the torture bunkers and he wondered if he should get rid of them before she arrived, maybe they would blow her cover and he wouldn’t enjoy the checkmate moment. They were Russians, their boss doesn’t think before he sends them without thinking. Romero already talked about the prowess of this woman that was coming and her taking down Ash without having to try meant she was above average in the terms of physical strength.

She stopped talking with the policeman and headed for the Hotel's entrance door, I came out of my hiding place and continued following her. I scanned the whole area with my modified eyes and I saw that fifteen other persons were trailing her and they were all armed... The hunt had begun. Among the fifteen assassins following her was John Micheal, who was a renowned assassin from Brazil, he was a former member of the CIA but left fifteen years ago and became an assassin for a living. From being a protector of life to being a murderer life was a parallelogram. The fifteen of them were all here to kill her and take the bounty money but there was no way I was going to let that happen even if it

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

I had made the right decision. The previous time, Luis had managed to save Enzo with perfect timing thanks to me using the communication device. However, I had been lightly injured. In this timeline, Enzo owed me his life. I opened my eyes at the sound of the door opening. The man who came in was the consigliere, Rico Angelis. He was a white-haired and expressionless traditionalist.

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.