Assassination Note の小説・ストーリー

So he had seen the sinful temptation trotting down. My eyes narrowed at him, I was in no mood. I threw the python 357 on the table. The gun belonged to my dead father, no sentiments, I like its unique design. “What the f*ck are you doing here?” I asked calmly undoing my cufflinks. I don’t wear ties, ever. Undoing buttons to calm me out of this suffocating situation, I looked up to see him observing me with keen eyes. I raised a brow and he shook his head in deep vexation.

An hour had passed, and I stood in the small backroom of the safe house, staring at one photo taped to the wall. It had been taken two years ago. Nathan. Alex. Me. Back when we were still pretending we were civilized. Back when betrayal wasn't our currency. Bellion trailed in behind me, slower this time. "The media's in a frenzy. Anonymous tip sent the story to all the major outlets. They're claiming it was an assassination attempt." I didn't flinch. "Let them." His voice was deep. "You know what's next." "Yeah," I said. "And I'm ready."

Cassian and I will go in as ghosts—and come out with their empire aflame. Or so was the plan Until the note arrived. Left on our doorstep late at night. Just a single line, written in blood-red ink: "She's watching. And she's already decided who dies next." I glance at it. And for the first time in days, I felt something colder than revenge. Dread. Cassian finds me still holding the note. "Someone dropped this in," I whisper, handing it to him. He reads it. His jaw clenches. "It's her."

Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin. The short black and white gown that hugged her slim body created a familiar heat inside Antonio. The Don tightly shut his eyes to get rid of the flaming lust inside of him that was beginning to build up. Another body passed through the door with a file in his hand. “What you asked for Don.” The guard spoke, handing over the brown enveloped file containing Alina's background information to his boss. There was a minute silence before Antonio's voice rattled “you see,” he began, raising the papers up. “I just ran a background check on you.”

VIPER Assassins shouldn’t breathe too loudly, or make loud footsteps that give their presence away, or make a single mistake that’ll definitely cost their lives. We’re fast, precise—just one lethal strike is enough to kill a target. I chant my usual mantra in my head, clutching my sword tightly as I attack a stupid scarecrow. “How long have you been here, Viper?” Emily asks as she approaches me. “You’re the most skilled already. What else do you want?”

The note trembles slightly between my fingers as I place it onto the table in my father’s office. Nobody speaks immediately. The room feels too still. Too heavy. Azriel stands beside the fireplace with his arms folded while my father rereads the address for the second time. Carter leans against the bookshelf nearby, expression hardening with every passing second. Callum sits closest to me. Quiet. Too quiet. I explain everything carefully. The penthouse. Anya’s confession. The way she slipped the note into my hand without the officers noticing.

They reached the area and found it dead silent even more than their previous visit. Max signaled his men to take a position in case new targets or any new members arrived who were already on good terms with Yuri just to look at the situation. The man was no doubt the most decorated Assassin in Russian Mafia. Only if he had agreed with their Boss's words, things wouldn't turn into such a mess. They entered the room. Those patches of blood were present but no bodies were found inside. It was partially visible that those bodies were dragged a little and later taken away. The messed-up house looked more horrible and haunted. All they could sense was a terrifying eerie silence.

The feeling of revenge is something out of this world, a feeling worth enjoying. * * * * ( News report) Mr. Peter's was brutally murdered by an assassin and as usual,his eyes were removed.. We believe the assassin is a female because she always leaves a crying female doll on the crime scene..The police are trying to get to the root of this matter.... Voice gradually fades... Anita's POV I sat on the couch watching some action movies when Anna entered the house. The door requires password to open, that's why she was able to enter the house without ringing the door bell.

Then Cassidan didn’t come back from the refreshment tents. At first we thought he’d just stepped away for air. Damon went to look, then me. Minutes stretched and we had not found him. My wolf clawed at my skin as panic rose to my stomach. When we found the note pinned to his cloak with a dagger—left right there in the open—it turned my blood to ice. She did this. The murderess strikes again.

The drywall behind the big dark brown study table had many newspaper clippings and notes stuck to it using small daggers. He leaned against his table as he stared at the wall with a sharp gaze. After all his research and investigation, he could conclude that they were independent assassins who killed indiscriminately. He managed to link all the cases that they were responsible for and tracked down the clients of each case. That included the Marquess, whom Austin had already harshly dealt with. Using his influence, Austin suppressed any gossip and made it such that the Marquess's death was reported as a mere accident on the road.