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~~~ Opening my eyes to the lingering pain behind my head, I squinted my eyes open and then groaned gently. As the series of events of the past day till now rushed through my head, I closed my eyes shut again and then whimpered. My hands were tied together, and so were my legs. Again, I wondered where things had all gone wrong. Yesterday, I found out that my husband had killed my unborn baby just because he was together with my best friend. And today, I found my husband in the pool of his own blood. That was not all… someone was trying to kill me too because there was no way this was a proper police station.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

I could use a decoy though. Then there came Isabella, beating all odds. An assassin so unpredictable and inhumanly fast like she’s born to be one. Hell, she must have not done one heck of a training just to reach where she is now. She’s gifted with strength and skills that no other person could easily match… well, except for me. For the first time in years of killing, I felt matched. She moves like nothing I have seen before. Even mafias who top the rank wouldn’t stand a chance against her. Isabella Moretti fights so gracefully. Her expressions and movements always remained calm and focused. Every strike and kick made it impossible not to watch.

Also being suspicious about who she is and lying about her name. I am also suspicious on her identity and how the hell she know about what is AS and what is her connection to Assassination Society. That's why I can't trust her fully because I don't know what her intention on coming here and her intention to Dum. "Damn it, so tell me if you are telling the truth then why do you know about this AS ?!" Lionel asked the woman in a frustrated tone. " I was their victim," the woman replied in a low voice. Huh?

"Mission report." With cold glacier eyes, the woman placed a folder towards the man sitting at the front of her. "Oh its done, well that was early." "I know." She simply responded before turning her back towards him and walked towards the door but before she could even get the chance to turn the handle she felt something cold piercing her stomach making it numb, looking down only to find a sword pierced from her back to her front and that's not all the weapon that pierced her was none other than her most beloved weapon which accompanied her from her thousands of massacres.

For now, I’m just giving Scotty and Maleah time to make it to the hatch. A smile curves my lips when I hear a pained cry escape one of the men, followed by several cuss words. The front door bursts open a moment later, followed by more screams. Two men writhe on the ground, moaning in pain, but one manages to make it in. The smell of tear gas permeates the air, but it’s too weak to affect me. A man rushes through the door, weapon ready, and falls lifelessly onto the floor when I shoot him in the chest. Another one follows him in, ducks away, then rushes toward me. But before he can reach me, I run to the wall, use the momentum, flip-up and kick him in the head. The man falls to the floor, li

Brianna squinted her eyes. She cannot explain how she felt like she knew them well, and she is confident she can find them by letting her guts lead her where to go and hunt them like she said. "May I ask, how you know them?" Tatum boldly but cautiously asked. "I am not sure, but I trust my instincts and intuitions, which are telling me I have to finish them before they finish us," she answered without hesitations. Her voice didn't even shudder as she stated such bold plans. She just said she will hunt the assassins down. What level of capability does she have to do so?

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

Alex took her gaze off the scope of the rifle she is holding after taking the shot that hit straightly towards the felon’s head. She then stood up and handed the rifle to Damon, who stood guard as she took her shot through the clerestory window at the empty utility deck of the building.

The smiling faces of three people who were making a picture-perfect family. My eyes caught the attention of the identity card that had her details. Iris Ivanov. "Iris...." My tongue rolled out her name. "Iris Ivanov....." I mumbled her name again with glitter in my eyes. Didn't know why her name felt so unique to me. "Daughter of Yuri Ivanov, the renowned Assassin." Igor completed her identity and I couldn't stop myself from mumbling the next words. "Welcome to my hell, my dear Assassin's Daughter."