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With the retired assassins still working in the background, I could have them continue to focus on finding leads in Cerathe on my wayward targets, while the active assassins cleared the way for the King’s men. Within an hour, I had documentation compiled with the new orders and fake tip. Satisfied with what I had worked up, I sent it out via email to all of the handlers in the guild. I knew without a doubt they would get to work, sending assassins en masse to the border. I bristled a bit at having to falsify a tip from the Priestess circle, but I couldn’t afford anymore pushback from within the guild. Even with the dossier against Rory Stevens, it had been a battle to bring the guild to heel

His eyes weren't their usual striking gold anymore; they were a terrifying, glowing crimson, burning with the promise of absolute death. In a display of terrifying, supernatural speed, Cassian intercepted the assassin before the man's boots could fully settle on the floor. He didn't just hit the man; he pulverized him. Cassian caught the assassin by the throat mid-air, the force of his grip snapping bone instantly, and slammed him down into the marble floorboards. The wood cracked under the impact. The threat was neutralized in a matter of seconds, the second assassin dropping like a stone, completely lifeless before he even knew what had hit him.

Bodies lay scattered across the ground, some still, some moving, all too many. Aria screamed and spurred her horse forward, down the ridge, into the valley, into the heart of hell. The battle was unlike anything she had ever faced. Assassins moved through the settlement like smoke, appearing and disappearing at will, their blades finding hearts before victims could scream. They were not wolves, not entirely, something else mixed into their blood, something dark and ancient and hungry. Aria fought her way through them, her blade blazing with the first's light, cutting down one after another. But for every assassin she killed, two more seemed to appear, rising from shadows that should not exis

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

I say in annoyance as I smooth down my hair. He chuckles, “My apologies, now what can I do for what?” “Recently myself and another found ourselves being the targets of someone who seems to be manipulating people in our profession to end each other. I’ve found several cases of double homicides that are just chalked up to nasty cases of self-defence gone bad, but the causes of death in those cases all link up to assassins who all vanished without a trace. Of course, I now know what happened to them. I want to find the son of a bitch who put a target on my back and make him regret it. I figured if anyone would have answers regarding the disappearances of assassins, it would be you… Master,” I s

I reached for the 9mm I had tucked into my thigh holster, but he was already gone, disappearing into the smoke and the chaos. I crouched behind the bar, my heart hammering against my ribs. I could hear the rhythmic thud-thud-thud of the assassins' weapons and the desperate, guttural shouts of the Phantoms. This wasn't a biker brawl; it was a surgical strike. These men knew exactly where the exits were, and they were moving toward the throne with a cold, calculated intent. I saw a shadow vault over the far end of the bar. It was one of the gray-suited men, his visor reflecting the flickering emergency lights. He didn't see me at first—he was focused on Vulture, who was pinned down near the ki

I will be the only one who is number one. "Anyway, sir, do you still need to clarify what the Assassination Society is and why we were being pursued by them?" I questioned Dum regarding AS. Dum's demeanor changed to serious after hearing my question, and he did not respond right away. "Sir?" I say again, waiting for his response. I mean, I know what AS is, but I was wondering how he found out about it and how our attacker informed him about it while they were battling. Dum groaned in front of me, troubled eyes on me, "do you really want to know? I mean, you don't need to know about it," Dum questioned.

“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

I feigned a look of shock, “Do those exist?” “Hm, for those of means, you were too young to get into pack politics when-” She waved her hand as if the death of everyone I knew and loved was something minuscule, “But yes, Simone, there are assassins and far worse things out there.” I shuddered. “How will we know?” I whispered, looking at my glass. “I have no idea, and they don’t want to figure it out. They just want to go after everyone. Bloodshed, you know, men.”

Ellaine looked beside her and for a moment, she was distracted. Keisha lodges herself forward and kicks her in the face. "Fuck!" she screamed loudly, dropping the gun on the driver's side. Ellaine pushed the corpse away to try and get her gun back but Keisha would not allow it. "By now you probably know I'm an assassin,don't you?" Keisha asked while she was running out of breath. She kicked Ellaine in the face again, slamming her head against the front of the car. "A terrible one," Ellaine answered before grabbing Keisha's foot.