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HUNTER’s POV I shake my head as I looked down at the dying man. “Puh…please…save me,” the man begs as he drowns in a pool of his own blood. “Should have thought about that before you tried to kill me,” I sneer and slap off the man’s bloodied hands from my knee. The man wraps his hands around his own neck, where blood is spurting out like a fountain in an attempt to stop the bleeding. But it is too late for him. I have clawed him across the throat. He will be dead in seconds.

Alex commanded. "Don't tell me how to do my job. I've been doing this thing even before we came along and became friends. So I will do a clean job. All you have to do is just send me the money right now and we will get the job done. I'll send you the pictures of her dead after I'm done with the job." The Hitman replied over the phone. "Okay, this is what we will do. I will send you half of the money and when you are done with the tax I will send you the remaining balance. Is that okay with you? "Alex asked, waiting for his reply as to whether to send the money or not.

“I’m going to kill you.” My shifting sent Joey and Anna into a spiral. “A white wolf. She’s a white wolf…” As expected from an Alpha, Joey was quick to snap back to reality. He gave Anna a nudge and shouted, “Run!” Joey put himself between us to cover Anna’s escape. There was no way I would let them get away with it. Blood must be paid with blood. I was right on Anna’s tail all the way to the street. Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic.

I take the second guard’s access card and press forward. My footsteps are soft, my heartbeat steady. The hitman inside me stretches like a waking animal. Good. I need him. Another hallway, another pair of men. They don’t see me until my bullets tear through their skulls. One slumps against the wall, smearing blood like paint. The other falls backward into a crate of guns. A door slams open ahead—someone heard something. He fires blindly. I duck behind a pillar and shoot twice. Center mass. Head. The body falls forward.

We headed out to head home; I needed to get this blood off of me. "So you found the bitches, so what? Take those bitches, I don't need them anymore." I didn't give the guy another chance to talk; I punched him right in the face. "What the hell did you do that for, you fucking asshole?" I didn't say or do anything because the boss wanted me to leave him alone. "The money is under the boards in this room," Vegas told me. Ishia nodded, looking from me to the girl beside me. "Alright, asshole, start getting these boards up and get my money out of there right now."

Hunter told him. “I'm sorry, but who is this?” “Walk your ass out of your larney mansion, to where your cameras end. Two steps after they end, face your left; into those woods, the third tree you encounter... “There's a bag of cash there. You can't miss it. Take it and shut up about it. Go get your daughter.” “Who is this?” Hunter hung up the burner phone.

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

Picking him up and tossed him on the wooden benches, breaking them apart. "Don’t you know. Humans are to play with not to keep in as bloody lovers. How the fucking hell you can resist it". Adam moved to stand behind Callum. Bending on him. Sniffing his neck.. "Do you see the pulse here? See its throbbing. Flowing with the blood". Adam scratched a nail on the pulse at the side of his neck drawing blood. "Hmmmmmm. I am high just sniffing it. How would it taste to have the warmth of this blood on my tongue? Wanna try"? Adam challenged as blood was oozing from the wounds.

Salamanca hurried away quickly and Luca followed him behind to the front of a safe where he knelt and began cracking with his face resting against the metal surface. It took him a few seconds to crack open and unveil the currency notes stacked inside. Definitely the blood money. He pulled a drive from behind the pile of cash and swallowed the saliva in his mouth, "This is it" Luca snatched the drive from him with a mean look and connected it to the device, mentally preparing himself to put a bullet in the head of this scumbag who thinks he can manipulate him. Linda was not the assassin. There's no way. Lying son of a b¡tch.

"You took my money. You tried to kill me." "It was just business!" Elijah protested. "Nothing personal!" "It is personal now," I replied and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit him in the back of the head. He fell face down on his expensive carpet. Blood pooled around his body. I turned and walked out. The casino was a massacre. Bodies were everywhere. Blood soaked into everything. My men were waiting by the door. "It is done," Sergei said. "Good," I replied. "Let us go." We drove away from the casino, leaving the carnage behind.