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He should have seen that coming for daring to ask a question when Hades hadn’t given orders. “Now that I have everyone’s attention,” Hades stands in the middle so we can all see him—but strangely, his eyes are on me. “The assassin for this job is Viper.” Everyone stills. Blood slowly drains from Jake’s face. I drop to my knees. “Alpha Hades—” “You’ve always been curious about the killers of your parents, right?” He has a small smirk on his face as he stares at me, and I ball my hands into fists. “And you’ve always wanted to be a full member of the Nameless.”

Suddenly, Luna exclaimed in shock, “Isn’t that huge man the elite assassin serving Miya? He’s said to have albinism, and I think his name is Loyal.” What? Assassin?! Was that the identity Dicken had assumed after integrating into human society? It was indeed a fitting identity which made hiding his whereabouts easy, since assassins were as mysterious as they were unfathomable. “I heard that he’s Miya’s lover too? Now that I see him, I guess he really could pin her down,” Luna added just then.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

XIENNE Dear Diary, Now I already have a plan on how will I kill Ace. Though my plan would be so hard to make it happen successfully I know it would be all worth it. I trust myself. I will seduce him and get his trust and attention then I will do my dirty little plan. Thinking of it gives me a huge excitement. Surely, killing him will give to me great satisfaction. But for now, I need to do my first step. It is befriending them all to earn their trust in me. I will play good and kind just like I was before. A good girl. I don’t care if they will abuse my kindness again, the most important thing is making them all stupid and then killing them all. No one dared to be good at me from them, and t

"Miss Aurora DE Santa, I have been waiting for you" These words almost made me jump from my seat but I somehow managed to keep my expression behind the mask. 45 was the best marksman in the world who survived the Second World War as a lone survivor and had become a hitman who never missed a target until my father hired him to join the Di Marco syndicate. He was the number 1 ranked shadow agent in the syndicate even if he went by the name of 47. If he had a clear shot, right now, that means he could help me kill this woman right on the spot.

"I've been waiting for this day from past five years. Finally that day has arrived, you all will beg for mercy just like me and my family begged for. You will ask for death but I will make this world hell for you all.I vow you mom, dad and brothers I Lilianah Romanov, Queen if Assassin's will make their life worst. They will ask death but I will give them pain, torture and humiliation. I went through so many obstacles just to gain this title, to reach where I am now." . . . .

And I hate challenging her since she understands what AS is and what the aim of this group is. Damn it, what's worse they all know what enemy they are facing right now because of me asking that woman. Stupid me! "Oh, that makes sense why you're being attacked, Dude, an assassin society is targeting you!" Shmue concluded after hearing the explanation. "Who the hell are you really?! I know your name isn't Diellstara Morningstar because it's a forgery, so tell me who you are!" Lionel questioned the lady angrily as he grabbed her arm to make her face him in his angry look.

he smiled and turned to leave. “You know El Diablo, I was told you hardly reject a cool business, and with you doing this, it confirmed my suspicion. No man would have been able to pull that stunt last night, no man would have avoided the camera so much, no man would have kidnapped my daughter without leaving a trace, no man would have killed my men so effortlessly like that, no man would have accepted to that job knowing what I will do, no man would have been so efficient in it, no man would have perform the act so clean like that, no man except the infamous El Diablo.”

Amara dove for the gun—fingers brushing the cold metal— A hand clamped around her ankle. She screamed as she was yanked backward across the floor. The assassin flipped her onto her back, his cold eyes inches from hers. “Don’t fight. It will be painless.” A lie. She could hear it in his voice. Before he could strike— **BANG!** A gunshot exploded through the room. The assassin froze. Blood bloomed across his side. He turned. Dante stood behind him. Breathing hard. Bleeding.

The Flower" Shtalenkov. I believe you know the hitman well, correct?" Mario's eyes widened greatly. "Just who are you, damn it?!" He yelled. "Why should I believe you?" The voice laughed mockingly at Mario's question. "Where else would I get such reliable information? From the source himself, Giovanni Diaz." "What?" Click. The voice had hung up. Whoever it was, he or she had given Mario a reason to worry. He knew Peter Shtalenkov. He was one of the most keen and unstoppable hitmen in the world. He never left his trail behind, and his pleasure was to torture his subjects before delivering the final blow: A bullet straight from his gun to their hearts, and a red rose.