Assassination On Mustafar Novels & Stories

he said, “when you first arrived, I thought you were just some quiet analyst who liked maps and numbers and coffee.” Cassius smirked slightly. “I do like coffee.” Marco shook his head a little. “Yeah. But now it turns out you’re the guy people are sending teams to assassinate.” Cassius leaned back slowly, wincing slightly from his injury but still managing a small smile. “Life is full of surprises.” Stefano looked at both of them, then spoke one final time before leaving the room. “We start planning tonight,” he said. “And when we move, we move once and we finish it. No second attempts.”

Dropping the can of water on the counter, I contemplated whether to tell her about the assassination, but she already knew who her boss was so it wouldn't be a taboo if she heard that he was assassinated, right? "We...we were assassinated last night on our way back from a meeting with his Father...and the car uh....crashed into..." I could barely complete my words because of Nana's jaw that almost touched the floor in utter bewilderment and the fear that was evident in her bulged eyes. Sighing, she hung her mouth up as if changing her mind against spilling whatever it was that she was going to say and I fought the urge to prod her for information and or answers.

We might have gotten rid of the explosives our enemies had planted before, but it was impossible to take care of the small bombs those fuckers brought with them… “Fucking Blandini!” Rowan growled as he fired, aiming at the guards that had been allegedly sent to help us. Rowan had instructed our men to keep an eye on them. What neither of us expected was that our men would be assassinated, and those cunts would use the unsecured gate to smuggle guns. I ran through the courtyard, swiftly taking out the two remaining fuckers—a clean shot in the head. “Marcello will pay for this!” I roared, but my words were immediately swallowed by the nearby explosion.

“Exactly.” I strum a chord, starting to get wrapped up in the quick back-and-forth. “Which would be why someone took you away to kill you somewhere else.” “Three deaths, three so-called accidents,” he snarls. “Someone is trying very hard to keep their hands clean.” “And they are clearly not afraid to use people. Harun, your assassin, maybe the groom driving the cart.” “My assassin was blackmailed,” he says. “Or at least I believe he was. And Iltas was a lot of fun in the sort of way I suspect wouldn’t have made it difficult to get challenging information on him.”

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

Master Carlos and Madam Lee finally faced all the squad members from the different teams in order to address them. “Squad members attention, focus, listen and receive your assignments.” Master Carlos said with no sound excitement in his voice. “If you don’t mind Master Carlos, I would love to deliver the news of this particular assignment.” Madam Lee said with to much Joy for Sofia’s ears. “By all means go ahead.” Master Carlos answered and took a little step back so she could get all the attention she always seeks “Death Squad, the council has decided to grant you the glory of completing the assassination of Don Russo.” Madam Lee said and clapped her hands in excitement.

"Even I wouldn't have known that if I hadn't been who I am, Bruce. Jordan was full of life when Declan and I left him. Without a doubt, he had many more years to live and would have been a different person. "I was stunned when I was suddenly attacked by the assassins you sent because I knew I had not offended anyone. It wasn't until I spoke with one of the assassins that I realized they were there to kill me because of the death of the same young man I had left to go.

Well all the assasins he had in the room at the moment were all psychopaths who takes joy in their trade. The appearance of Freckles at the weapon room where Lightning was about to exist startled the both assassins but it was Lightning who was the first to react and before the scrawny killer with a lot of freckles could react his throw was slit and left to fall to the ground with a fixed shock expression.

“Nothing. Just think, soon you’ll be back in the air. Your father and I will help you regain your strength…” I jerk as another explosion goes off behind me. “Mother, is that…” Cal asks. “Got it,” Everett says, beginning to pull the last explosive out of Ancalagon’s head. “Faster, doc,” Ishir says, watching for the third explosive to blow. “I don’t want to hurt him,” he says as the third explosive goes off. “DOC!” Ishir says and Avani roars, loud enough to startle the doctor. Thankfully he doesn’t drop the device, but he does stop pulling it out of Ancalagon’s head.

Bart suggested. My eyes gleamed after hearing Bart's suggestion. "How hard is it to catch Norris' assassins?" I inquired so that I would have some pointers that could help me create a perfect plan against this ambitious man. Bart was shaking his head. "Honestly, it's very difficult, Alpha. He doesn't execute the deed himself. He has plenty of assassins to do his dirty work. Until now, your father and his men have failed to catch any live assassins. If they manage to catch one, they end up dead before they can be interrogated, as if they are designed to just die or trained to die once caught. We don't know how it works, but those assassins will die miraculously before they can confess who the