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I can't sleep, not until he opens his eyes, then I can't until Grayson comes back. "I don't get why they did it?" I look at Emmett confused. "The city is like this one Raven. Not much happens without the main people's say. It was just some thugs that came from there. They know if they did it there they would be killed." "But why Ashton!" I don’t get why they went for him. "He was in the wrong place. From what he said, they wanted whatever he had. Money, phones and whatnot. He was stubborn and refused to give up the ring you gave him. Had it been one or two fine, but there were too many."

El felt a cold wind brush her exposed back and the lady was making things harder for her even though she didn't even know what's the story was about. "I'm ready. I know I am." She grinned again as she replied. "Don't say I never warn you my dear." ... Her face was red. Disappointment like no other was crushing every hope’s and dreams she had for the man she called her fiancé. She sat on her couch, shattered by the truth that was revealed to her yesterday. .. ‘Master Clarke did raped Miss Alissa. I know for I was the one who found her in his bed. She was a virgin. Her blood soaked his bed. Her mother spent all night crying, washing her daughter's blood, senora.’

The worse part was that he hadn't even stopped at just telling Dante to stop messing with his aunt, he even menaced to murder him. "We need to get you out of this city." Nate couldn't help but agree—that was not the avenue he wanted to continue upon this early in a new surrounding. "We need to get out now." "He could kill you, Nate." "I fucking know that Auntie, thanks." He snapped, annoyed that he hadn't been told all these things before even arriving to this city. He had never heard of anyone named Dante Hercules, his name sounded ridiculous anyway. Besides, he never even thought he would come across a mafia member, or an assassin, or a yakuza—honestly, all these terms were way too much fo

The blood vats of the Crimson Citadel boiled without flame. Valerian Noctis heard the first glass seal crack from three corridors away. He was already awake, already dressed, already reading the latest failure from Blackwater when the sound passed through the stone like a nail drawn across bone. No servant entered his private hall without permission. Tonight, three tried. They stopped at the threshold when he lifted one hand. The second seal broke. Valerian folded the Blackwater report once, precisely, and set it beneath a silver weight. Karl Ashborne had survived the relay fire. Karl Ashborne had returned to Greyhaven with his new wife alive.

Joe revved the truck and careened through the driveway. I grabbed onto the dashboard. “What’s happening?” Joe let out a sigh. “She was part of my previous life…before I came back.” He paused. “I’m not sure how to say this, so I’m just going to say it. We are highly trained and skilled assassins for a government-backed organization.” He stopped and glanced at me. “Oh shit,” Alec said in the backseat, he held on for dear life as Joe maneuvered through the streets.

I need to remember not to get in my head. For the last few weeks, I haven’t been Blackheart. I’ve been Alina. Because of everything with Alec, I’ve spent time being more myself than I ever planned to, and I’ve gotten comfortable. Usually, I’m good at going from being myself to being the cold-hearted assassin everyone knows and fears, but this entire Grigoras mess has made me deviate from my normal routine in more ways than one and let’s be honest, Alec has definitely messed with my head and my vagina, though one I enjoyed more than the other.

I take a few pictures of the chemical formula I have written on one side of the whiteboard, as I don’t want to lose the progress on the cocktail I was working on, place the pictures in my office, and then come back and clean the board. I stick some of the pictures from Silas’ dossier and mine to the board and begin writing down the details we already know, including a timeline of events. All the while, I can hear Silas on the phone in the other room speaking to someone in Austrian. I have no idea what he’s saying, as Austrian is one of the few languages I don’t know, but I do like his idea. Silas says that much like with our own personal lines of work, the chances of this person doing this b

I don't want anything from anyone. My sister was dead. The thought kept circling in my head, over and over, like a song I couldn't stop playing. Dead. Zylara was dead. Gone. Never coming back. Even when I'd been working as an assassin all these years, there was never any threat on my sister or me. It was always a clean job - get in, do what needed to be done, get out. Nobody ever came after me. Nobody ever knew who I was. So why is Cassius's situation different? Why do I have to suffer for his bad work? For his mistakes?

Chapter 63: Left Knee Or Right Nico's POV We track Boris to a quiet dacha on the edge of Macau. An old safe house that would seem unoccupied if we didn’t know he was in there right now. Sasha drives. I ride shotgun, watching the snow-dusted pines slide past the windows. Neither of us speak much. We don’t need to, actually. We took three more days to dig into what we had. The offshore accounts. The call logs. The CCTV stills of him handing envelopes to my father’s driver. Boris has been bleeding the Bratva for almost a year.

You wouldn't know their weak points nor where to hit. ‎ That must've been why Kael felt frustrated trying to trigger him. ‎ ‎Good job, Alyssa. You just had a near death experience but survived by turning in an application for becoming the amusement of a psychotic, sadistic barbarian who, turns out, is the head of one of the most dangerous organisation in the state and you might not even be able to make it to the end of year. ‎One wrong move and your head might be gifting space in all it's bloodied glory while you watch in high spirits.