Assassination On Mustafar Novels & Stories

Another page. "At 2:19 AM the first operative died." Another page. "At 2:23 AM the second operative died." Another. "At 2:28 AM communication was lost." Marco looked stunned. "Your mother killed them?" Gabriel nodded. "Three of them." The room fell silent. Because nobody had imagined that. Not Aruna. Not Dante. Not anyone. Elena. The woman Aruna remembered as gentle and kind. Had eliminated professional assassins. To protect her child.

I felt my knees weaken. “Yes Ben. Am sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I never wanted to add to your pain.” He studied my mood for a moment before he continued. Croft continued, “He gave us the numbers of the assassins he arranged, including the one who escaped at the wedding ambush.” I blinked hard, forcing air into my lungs. “The one who escaped?” Croft nodded grimly. “Yes. That one. The one who killed Peculiar wasn’t from Stanley, and Stanley swore he didn’t send any backup team. Meaning….”

I could not help but shake my head at his actions. He was behaving like a manic right now and I could not help but laugh. Suddenly the caption on the screen television changed and I couldn't help but shiver slightly when I read it. "The assassin strikes again leaving one of the executives Simon Carols dead and some other casualties." I could not help but shiver slightly after reading the caption as I watched the TV. Suddenly the scene that was shown next was two assassins in masks flashing by.

"The bike rider was trapped in the wrecked motorcycle, Signor! And Valentino was walking up on him with a gun drawn. The driver thought Valentino was going to execute him on the spot, so he pulled his piece and shot him in the chest instead!" "You brainless, incompetent fools!" Diego screamed, grabbing a crystal decanter and shattering it against the far stone wall. The amber liquid rained down over the Persian rug. "Our orders from the top were clear!" Diego raged, pacing behind his desk like a caged beast. "We were gathering intelligence! We were leverage-building! We were NOT supposed to launch an unsanctioned assassination attempt on Kai Valentino!" "Signor, what do we do?" the lieutenan

“You asked Ash to carry out the assignment and he did when you slipped into a coma. Mr. De Luca is dead. Our target now is Mahnor. Jasmine breath hitched harder as he read the message and Just like that — everything stopped. The words burned into her eyes. Her breath stilled and her knees weakened. The screen blurred as tears clouded her vision, and she just stood there — frozen, swaying, the weight of the truth hitting her all over again. She had done it. She had ordered it. She had killed Jerald’s father. And now… they were coming for him. She, ash and her aunt were coming for Mahnor.

It was considerably difficult to climb up the ranks in society, and thus everyone here deeply treasured their position at Greensource Corp. The man in the suit stared at Demetra as if he were a work of art at an exhibition. "You might not know this, but there was an assassin who failed an A-level mission before you. Do you know how he chose to have his life ended? You'll never guess it. He chose a grenade. Pity he tried to escape, the sly bastard. You know how this works. If he isn't dead, I will be. And so, he had to die. I caught him and chained him down by the wrists and ankles, then wrapped a red-hot wire around his neck and pulled. It was like the sky brightened after that."

She had trained for the last ten years for this opportunity and now at last, she was ready. Tomorrow she would finally embark on her mission and bring her parent’s murderer to justice. Layla was both excited and nervous, excited that she was finally being given this opportunity but nervous because Blake had told her that the Black Water Alpha was a cruel and ruthless man, who showed no mercy to anyone who opposed him. If she was caught before she killed him, she had no doubt that he would kill her without a second thought.

I needed something, anything, to focus on that wasn’t the echo of Rue’s voice rejecting me. By the time I arrived, Haven was already exiting the station. The overseas jurisdiction meant no formal charges. A verbal reprimand was the only decree issued. That was all. As she walked toward me, relief flared briefly in her eyes, until my assistant spoke. “She orchestrated the assassination attempt,” he said quietly. “We have confirmation.” The world stilled. I turned to Haven slowly. “You did what?” I asked. She tried to explain but I didn’t let her finish.

“Because you’re all way too full of yourselves. You really thought a setup like this could take me down?” He looked at me, and I quickly aimed the hidden gun under the sofa cushion. “No one gets away after trying to kill me.” I shot the guy right in the middle of his forehead. He dropped to the floor, eyes wide open. My team took off their disguises and checked the bodies of the enemies. “All clear, Marco,” Renzo said. Yeah, we had already snuck into the enemy’s camp when I first heard about the assassination plan. I planted my guys inside to keep tabs on everything they were doing.

I pull her onto my lap, tracing circles on her buttocks with my free hand, eyes back on the men. “What happened, Shark?” Matteo asks, practically curious. “The meeting yesterday was a disaster,” I reveal again, tension clouding the room. “You mean Silas did that to you?” Kostantin's face was pale. He's fighting the idea that Silas could've done such damage to me. “Of course not. But Silas was assassinated right before my eyes.” They gasp and curse. None bothered to take the drink the maids served them. Curiosity etched on the faces as the distorted sound of their breaths reverberates in the room.