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“Sarah Hunter is my mate. And the next man who harasses my wife, will deal with me.” “Huh?” I took the back of his head and slammed his face into the table. He was barely conscious as he picked up his head and looked at me in confusion, blood dripping from his nose. “Oww,” he moaned. “Give me the money.” “Whaaat?” Blood dripped onto his lips and spattered as he spoke. “Give me the money!” I said, tightening the hold on the back of his neck. “The money you stole from Sarah, and the reward money from Jasper. I want every last penny.”

“You are to bring five million dollars in cash at the old abandoned bank opposite Rilly Street. And be warned, any involvement with the police and your loving girlfriend will die. You have one hour.” He hung up. “These humans are about to see the worst side of me,” I said angrily. “I won't hold back this time.” I started for Rilly Street. “But won't you give them the money?” Lucio asked. “I'm not giving those greedy bastards a dime,” I said. “I'll definitely give them something, a chance to meet their maker.” It took me about fifty-two minutes to get to the old bank. Lucio and I hid, waiting for the unfortunate fellow that would bring Laura out so we could pounce on him.

"Hello?" "You didn't say she had a tire iron." The voice was wheezing. Pained. "Marcus?" I whispered. "I'm bleeding, lady," the hitman rasped. "She broke my ribs. She nearly took my head off. And then her boyfriend showed up." My stomach dropped. "Did you finish the job?" "Finish it? She beat the hell out of me!" Marcus coughed, a wet, hacking sound. "And then Hayes took my knife. I barely got out before his security team swept the lot. I'm calling for my money. I want double. Hazard pay."

“I need something to do. And no, I’m not going to be your little errand girl, handing out coffee or whatever other bullshit you think would amuse you. Don’t insult me with those tricks.” I needed the money. Those two idiots I hired might’ve botched their part, but I still owed them their cut. Even a failed job came with a price tag. Alessandro leaned back in his chair, a slow, contemplating look spreading across his face as he studied me like I was some puzzle he was still piecing together. “How much blood are you willing to spill today?” he asked, his tone almost conversational, like he was asking if I wanted cream with my coffee. “And don’t give me any of that saintly crap about murder. Yo

I remarked, genuinely intrigued by her lack of reaction. "I've seen dead bodies before. I feed them to wolves," she shrugged nonchalantly. "Maybe I'm just used to seeing them by now. So, can I get the money now?" I let out a chuckle, shaking my head. "No," I replied, a playful smile forming on my lips. "Enough gambling for today. We have to go." Setting down my gun, I pulled out a piece of cloth from my pocket and started wiping my hands, though the bloodstains remained visible. "Give me a minute, Ava."

" I snatched the scalpel and sliced open the old woman's abdomen. "I just care more about money. You, on the other hand, are a pure psychopath." The blade avoided the intestines and cut open the stomach. Holding my breath against the sour stench, I reached inside and searched. When I found something hard, I pulled it out, wiped it on my clothes, and tossed the blood-covered chip onto the hood. "Job complete. I'm taking the money." I grabbed the briefcase and turned to leave. "Mark." "What now?"

Blood Shadow said confidently. "Fine. I'll bring the money now." Willow opened the car door and brought out the briefcase. "The 300 thousand dollars are all here in cash. You can check it," Willow said after handing the briefcase over to the assassin. Blood Shadow took the briefcase and opened it since it was not locked. He grinned when he saw all the cash inside. He took out a stack of bills and looked at it in detail. Then, he kept the briefcase and said, "No problem. News of Derek and Quentin's death will be all over Southlake City tomorrow."

He grabbed his gun from the ground with his right hand and held my hand above my head with his left hand. 'I hope you burn in hell!' I spat when he pointed the gun at my head. 'Oh no. You'll be the one burning.' A stranger's voice screamed from the doorway. A gun was fired when I closed my eyes. A heavy weight fell down on me and cut off my air pipe. I heard my father breathing out his last breath and tried pushing off the heavy body of my father but I didn't have the strength. I felt warm liquid over my left arm. My father's blood. He's dead.

Jilly arrived at their meeting point. Cayne was already there, waiting for his angel of death. He was facing another way when she arrived and didn’t notice her at first, but he could hear her heels stepping on the cement ground. Her particular sound of heels was something that stuck in his head. “It’s not about the money, is it?” He spoke, still looking away. “There is no payment made in here.” Jilly replied, confirming his guess. She didn’t even bring anything but herself and the gun hiding underneath her top.

“She’s practically glued to those two.” “A secret hitman never reveals his tactics,” he replied calmly. “But if you must know, I’ll lure her back to her mother’s home. That’s where it’ll happen. Quiet. Clean.” Victoria’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “Good. I want proof. A bullet through her mouth, and maybe another through her pretty little head.” “As you wish.” The hitman tilted his head but then paused, his voice a little more curious this time. “Forgive me for prying… but how did you manage to come up with that much cash so fast?”