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He said with a clenched jaw. "Robin, you asshole!" Bailey wanted to say more, but Robin wasn't interested to listen, so he hung up and tucked his phone in his pocket. He shook the thought of Bailey off his mind and glanced down at his computer screen again and this time, he cracked his finger and took out his hacking cord and device. Connecting it to his computer, he pressed a few codes. "Katherine, this better be the last favor I do for you, I Will kill you if you come to me again." He said begrudgingly and the code opened up a page.

One of them could have blinded her eyes; the crisp edges scratched her cheek as she moved out of the way. “YOU SEE THAT?! That’s the man you killed.” The papers held the images of Dave’s lifeless body, his face mutilated with deep, vertical slashes. A small blacked hole in his chest where his clothes were torn—a gunshot. Beneath him was a concrete floor. “Where is it?” “You need to ask?” “Please stop being sarcastic. I really want to know.” With a click of his tongue, he compiled grudgingly. A club name, they found him near the storage in the back.

I am Rey Reed Smith, the last of the reaper's hunters and the wielder of the soul nectar. Taking another deep breath, I quickened my pace as the noise of those stupid crowds grew more intense. It was the same sound I'd grown accustomed to; it meant one of their most vicious and important players was about to slay his victims. My plan is simple. I will just brag into the arena ground, slaughter their players, rescue my team, kill the bastard, Ryan, and find my way out. I knew that with my newfound power, I was invisible to any weapons they were welding and that none of their players, not even Ryan, were a match for my abilities now.

Just as she does, I fall to the floor and I let out a gutwrenching cry. Robert tries his possible best to comfort me as clsoes the distance between us, kneels on the ground and pulls me in his arms. I look up at him as I sob loudly and his eyes are full with sorrow, they are teary and threatens to pour out a river of tears at any moment. “I am just learning that the dead individual is identified as Chadwick and is known for working with a dangerous assassin that goes by the name of Jen Davis.” I hear the reporter’s voice and I scream until my throat hurts.

“Listen, kid. This job isn’t for anyone. We are wolves and it is in our nature to kill. I am very intune with my wolf and our natural instincts. Killing has always been easy for me and I never think about it after. I have a conscience and I have a mate that is pregnant with my pup but kill…killing is my calling. I will always do right by my mate and treat her with the utmost respect but this is something you are born with. If you want to do this job, you need to let your conscience go. With that being said, I only killed those who gave me a reason. I didn’t just walk down the street and slice a random neck. They are people who were murders, rapist, or other types of bad. A hire to kill assas

What did you do to that someone wants you dead? I looked away My tears making the pillow wet Me: I don't know Clint, I don't know My voice cracked and I started to sob I was in so much pain Clint : don't worry. I might spare you He stood up and I looked at him Clint : some people hate us for no reason. I'm a deadly assassin. The people I assassinate are sometimes guiltless. But that is usually non of my business, my business is the money. But....... You? Let's see how it goes

It was Friday, and I couldn't wait for a day off, even though I wasn't sure how I would be spending it. My mind always seemed to travel back to Ivan, the hunters, and inevitably, Balor. I buried myself in my work, trying to push the worry, guilt, and anger away. I was the least exciting person to be around, but it seemed like Piper was the only one who cared enough to try and bring me out of the slump I had found myself stuck in. "Three victims. All male, ages ranging from eighteen to twenty-five. Multiple gunshot wounds. Seems like another murder linked to this ongoing gang war between the Black Sea and Poison Snakes." I nodded my head, pursing my lips.

"That man is gone now, he's dead and never coming back to haunt you anymore" Cornell Patterson mostly known as Dark Blood was shot dead by Liam when he tried to escape from them during his arrest on his property a week ago. Alice was able to find most of his documentations in his room and she eventually got the real name of Dark Blood. "I know he's dead mom, but it's hard to get over such traumatic experience. The damage has already been done and there's nothing that can be done about it". "There's something that can be done my child, there's a therapist we've being referred to that can help you get over this".

Arya had to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. It was the most unnerving sight they had ever seen. Esha’s body lay motionless on the floor. There was a scary calmness on her face as she lay there, face up – her bloodshot eyes staring up blankly at the ceiling. A light green camisole barely covered her pale, lifeless body. Her black trousers were shining with the light coming from the street. There was a pool of blood next to her head. Everything else seemed to be in order. The huge glass windows were shut; the furniture was in place. The back door, however, was open.

He killed my future. There was blood all over his face ... I couldn't look anymore. I was just praying he would kill me faster. NOWADAYS..... I knocked on the door and entered my boss's office. "Finally." he said as if he had been waiting for me for hours. "What do you have for me?" I asked immediately. "Sit down." he waited for me to sit down and pulled out a folder of documents. "This information is about a very dangerous man." he handed me the folder. "His name is Richard Valentino and he is an Italian assassin and arms dealer."