Assassination On Mustafar Novels & Stories

Soon she had more gun shots from a distance and saw the assassins going down. It was Logan’s man. Soon the number of Logan’s men overpowered that of the assassin’s. They killed all of them and the rest had to flee. The place where all these happened was a silent road, there were no houses in sight. The assassins had surely picked a perfect place to attack. “Miss, they are gone, you can now come out” Nathan said. Milana got down from the car and was shocked to see two of the men were shot in their hands, while Nathan got a scratch on the face.

“And thank God for that.” Nero’s mouth pressed into a thin line. He knew better than to push me when my mood was like this. Instead, he slid a folder across the table. “The Moretti syndicate took out one of our assassins last night,” he said flatly. “Our best one. Left him bleeding in an alley before he could even make it to Naples. It’s a message.” I opened the folder, skimming the photos. Blood. A crumpled body. Clean work. A warning.

March 20, 2022. She leaned closer. Private acquisition facilitated under threat. Buyer: St. Trinity Syndicate. Nirvana's heart slowed. No. Transaction witnessed and sealed by Clement Holt. Threats extended to Mr. Jordan Castillo. Prison manipulation authorized. Agreement signed under duress. Her hands shook as she turned the page. Assassination protocol carried out inside solitary. Targets: Castillo, J. Correctional officers compensated. Executed by G. Vincent and M. Kale. Ordered by St. Trinity Mafia.

She didn't want to be surpassed by Laina. At this moment, Camden had already walked up the steps of the residence. He was ready to enter through the gate. Macy no longer hesitated. She immediately aimed at his head and pulled the trigger. The same suppressed gunshot rang out, and a bullet flew from above, hitting Camden's head. Blood splattered on the spot, shocking the soldiers around. The King of Filren was also assassinated in front of his residence. Seeing Camden fall, Macy was overjoyed. She had also completed the mission excellently.

​Before Sylus could leap into action, hurried footfalls filled the corridor as guards ran toward us, their faces ashen with shock. ​The first one reached us, panting. “Alpha Zander has been assassinated. Silver bullets to the head.”

Or maybe Arya was getting the responses through another secure channel. Either way, I didn't need anyone to spell out who the "target" was. It was clear now, painfully clear. Leonard’s death had been a mistake—a tragic, unnecessary loss of life. The real target for the assassination was Marc, and I was the ‘Target’. The thought of it made my blood boil.

They both look like dictators reigning above everyone. Keeping my eye on both of them, I signal Connor and gesture to the two targets. Connor moves close and nudges me forward. Just as we’re about to move, a shot rings out across the room, and pandemonium ensues. I glance back to see our assassins fighting and then look back up and rush forward when I see that the Senator and Kennedy Lynch are running away. As I’m nearing the stairs, a man appears and takes a swing at me, but I’m ready. Gripping his wrist with both hands, I kick him in the kneecap, twist his arm behind his back and put pressure until I hear the sound of bone breaking. The man cries out in agony as his body slumps to the grou

One of the men jerks up on hearing something and the two run away, dropping his weapon but not returning for it. “This wasn’t an accident,” I say, my blood going cold as I straighten up. “This was a planned assassination. On our territory.”

I took another step and saw the source of the blood… Alim Nassar lay dead on the floor. It was an execution—a single bullet in the head.

Zavian cut one hell of an imposing figure as he strode up the broad steps to the villa's entrance with confident, purposeful strides. Luca was already waiting in the soaring marble foyer with hands clasped politely behind his back. "Sir," he greeted Zavian with a respectful bow. "What's the situation?" Zavian didn't beat around the bush. Luca's face turned grim. "I'm afraid I've got some bad news, sir. Old Master Blake has been assassinated." Zavian's jaw clenched... the only visible sign of the simmering anger bubbling up inside. "And the assassin?" His voice was dangerously calm.