American Assassin Novels & Stories

However, she had lost a significant amount of blood and required a transfusion. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you,” he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead. “I promise I’ll never let this happen again.” A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. “Come in,” he said without looking up. Maxwell entered, his expression serious. “Good evening, Mr. President,” he greeted. “How is Mrs. Jessica?” “She’s stable,” William replied curtly. “We’ve apprehended the assassin,” Maxwell informed him. “He’s a tough one, but after some… persuasion, he confessed. The person who hired him is Jennifer Holland, a B-list actress.”

Colt was also attacked, and I’m sure the same plan was meant for Warrick, but he was in a meeting with his men, so the assassin didn’t get close. “Explain yourself!” Warrick shouts at Serge. “How did he get so close to her?! Why the hell do I even have you watching her?!” “I…I sensed nothing, Alpha.” I nod. “He’s right. There was no scent, or at least I can’t remember one.” The man smelled like nothing, which is strange because everything has a scent. Colt nods. “The only reason I noticed the assassin who came for me was because I was already awake. I couldn’t sleep. Otherwise…he probably could have gotten me.”

Male voices reach my thrumming ears as I watch in horror the scene that unfolds before me. “You thought you could get away, Emanuel?” One of the men asks with a thick Hispanic accent. He sounds like my uncle, Antonio. Emanuel, the fallen man, raises his hand up as if to ward off the onslaught of what is about to come. Peering behind the column, I watch as the other man aims his gun and shoots two rounds into the fallen man’s skull. Blood and brains splatter from the man’s head grotesquely. It’s a horrific scene that makes my blood curdle. Tears gather in my eyes as sobs collect in my throat as I watch the man’s body slump into the grainy sand.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

As they were heading to the next floor and passed by a room with bright brown wooden doors and a crystal clear glass at the top with well framed with wood, Mer, Sal and Maisie ran into one of the businessman's men, not just one of the men, the one that had shot Amaya. Without much drama, Mer swung the AGM-1 Carbine over her shoulders and rapidly planted three bullets in his heart without thinking. He slumped to the ground and after a few whispers, they came to a decision to drag his body into the room they'd passed for secrecy's sake.

A-class bodyguards like them would not be able to fight these assassins! The Assassin’s Creed sent out many assassins to assassinate Marissa. Before Satan and the Scarlet Witch’s arrival, a dozen assassins had already appeared and forced Marissa and the others into retreat. Now that the two transhumans Satan and the Scarlet Witch had joined the fray, they would not stand a chance of surviving at all!

This is what I asked for. "Leslie," he says softly like someone I know has died, but realistically, there isn't much of a difference in this. "I don't understand," I say again, but I do understand. I just refuse to believe. "This...this isn't...w-why is Alejandro in these he...he wouldn't do this?" "His real name is Luís Mateo Velasquez," Isaac tells me. "And he's been an assassin for the Medellin drug cartel since he was sixteen-years-old." **

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

I only found out that an assassination had taken place inside the hotel when the whole building went on alarm. I think the assassin pretended to be a cleaning lady when she killed James Mondragon because I saw a naked and unconscious woman under the bed and it seems like she was the cleaning lady who was supposed to clean the room where James Mondragon was killed. And according to the woman, she was called by a man but when she turned around to see her, the person who called her suddenly knocked her out so she lost consciousness. The assassin probably injected sleeping pills into the woman and then took off her clothes and pretended to be a maid when she entered James' room. Because the clea

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.