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she said, looking sad. "Who the fuck is Kira?" I asked, and she gave me a really bad stare, like, am I for real? "What?" I blurted out, shrugging. How the fuck am I supposed to keep up with names. "Kira, the girl that showed up and helped us hunt Katya." "Who the fuck is that?" I asked even more confused now than I was earlier. "The fucking assassin, bloody hell!" she yelled. "Oh, what happened to her?"

It was a message, letting her know he was fine with it. Only then did she calm a little. She hated how much she and her husband had been through all because of a toxic ex. "So," Romeo continued. "Did your parents report this crime? Was the assassin caught?" "No, he was long gone by the time the police arrived. They never heard from him since." Jessica explained. Cara exchanged glances with her husband. That wasn't a good sign. "Jessica, that man is an assassin known as the chameleon, there's more of them." Cara explained. "They are dangerous men who kill violently based on the emotion their hirer tells them to feel and they neve

she called out. “I’m fine,” he ground out. “Stay behind me.” The assassin twisted, kicking up a spray of mud as they darted around Kai with inhuman agility. Elise barely had time to throw herself to the side before a blade sliced through the space where her throat had been. Lightning flashed—white, blinding—and for a split second she saw the assassin’s eyes. Hollow. Empty. No hesitation. No emotion. This was no scout. No spy. This was a hunter.

“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 anot

An insult to me and everything I believed and stood for. It was foreign, annoying, and entirely impossible for me. Such a predicament only happened to weak men—and I damn right wasn’t weak I pressed the nozzle deeper into her neck. “I’m not falling for anyone," I snapped, “she’s a mission. Nothing more. When the time comes, I’ll finish it. I’ll off her and walk away without looking back.” It felt like I was talking more to myself than to her.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

He looked like a god of war. ​The office door splintered inward with a crash. ​The assassin moved faster than any normal wolf. The killer wore a skin tight black leather suit, a dark hood completely covering his face except for his dead black eyes, and a vibrant green serpent tattoo curled dangerously around his pale neck. He held twin curved daggers in his hands. Thick, glowing green liquid dripped steadily from both sharp blades. ​The assassin lunged forward without making a single sound, and aimed both poisoned blades directly at Zachery's bare chest.

He looked very different from the previous timeline, where he acted like he was God’s gift to the world. When threatened, even vermin fought to survive, much less Luis. He appeared anxious as he tried to get himself out of this predicament. “It was my fault that I arrived late, but Cara has always mistreated Bianca, using her pregnancy as an excuse to do whatever she wanted. Before leaving, she even stole my communication device. I didn’t even know there was an assassination attempt!” My heart skipped a beat when he said this. I gave a bitter laugh. The communication device I had begged for had suddenly become something I had stolen.

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, comple

CHAPTER SIX Luca had sent her back to her room after their little tete a tete. Bianca was so annoyed at how she had screwed up royally. Not only did she almost get killed, she got roped into a counter deal and a marriage, and she knew better than to try to run away. Luca seemed more dangerous than the man who had hired her, and from how quickly he found out who she was, he seemed to be quite resourceful, he would tear the whole earth to find she if she escaped without fulfilling my bargain of the deal. She might be an assassin but she knew which fights to pick and which fights to back down from, and Luca was a fight to back down from…at least for now.