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"You know I didn't mean that, Dario. What was said?" He sighs, and I watch Lucia walk away. "Dario, you can't keep secrets from me, not when it's about me!" "It's not about you, though." He grins at me. "Really? It has nothing to do with me, Dale, or Taylor?" "Dale and Taylor, yes, you...no." I groan. "So it is about me, what?" I sit waiting. "Dario, just tell me!" "Fine. This Mad Hatter guy is an assassin, hard to find or trace. If he knows, then things are complicated. Regardless of what we're doing, you will have two Capos and some guards with you."

How can someone who murders a person be capable of the greatest skill of all, healing? Lucien, I need to remember his name instead of just ‘the assassin’ softly knocking on the door late into the night. I sent Kyra to deal with him but even I had to admit he looked immaculate in a crisp white shirt. He was wearing one of Alexanders, but it was stretched to the max over his wider shoulders and muscles.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.

Because the light was too weak, she couldn't see the fresh blood smeared all over the girl's body, only was surprised and shouted: “Shelly... ah!" Nurse Rose stared in disbelief at her stomach, which had just been pierced by a screwdriver and fell to the floor. The children around her were not surprised to see her suddenly fall down, but found a familiar figure entering. Shelly stomped her muddy feet on the nanny rose, smiling at them. The angelic smile at this moment was bloodthirsty like a devil, and his eyes were red like hell fire. "Asian! Asian! Asian!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Then, it must really be good because I care about you a lot.” Argent releases a relaxed chuckle and leans back on the chair’s backrest as he runs his gaze down my naked chest. “If we’re going to be together, you have to know, Pen. I’m not just a grunt who works for a government agency. I’m one of the top directors of an organization of Assassins. Some powerful people wish me ill, and you might be in danger of simply being with me. I’ll protect you, but I need you to know this because I don’t want you coming in blind. Right now, I’m on the hunt for a former friend who has betrayed me. I was searching for him the night that we met─ the night of the auction. I’ve known Sebastian for years, and

I sat down next to Ares, on his right while Iris was on his left. "So, Diana. Tell us a little about yourself." Ryan spoke up making everyone look at me expectantly. "I'm eighteen, from America." I lied smoothly. I did look like I was eighteen even though I wasn't. "What do your parents do?" Iris asked, with a smirk. My dad leads the Russian Mafia while my mom is one of the most famous fashion designers in Paris and I am the CEO of one of the biggest companies that exist— I am also an assassin and I'll gladly kill you after taking the pleasure to torture the fuck out of you.

I gave him a little smile and a wave before turning back to face Delilah, who had a funny look on her face. "What?" I asked, looking at her and then at Bandit, who still had his attention on us. "Nothing," She smirked, stepping onto the sidewalk. "Byeeeee." I stepped back. "Bye." I waved and began walking to the entrance of the club. Bandit nodded at me when I walked past him, and I gave him a polite smile before stepping into the club. I wasn't stupid. I knew Bandit had a huge crush on me. Bandit was a cute guy; he was huge with a buzz cut, and with his dark Italian looks, he was every girl's dream man, but with the news I just got today and Aidan's maddening obsession over me, I was not wi

The assassin who attacked Keisha who wore white clothes to stain himself with the blood of the people he killed was standing in front of Shadow now. "So you're working for Sebastian?" he asked with a scoff and the assassin's eyebrows rose. He let go of Shadow's chin and scratched his head. "I'm here to kill him," Daimon uttered with a grunt and Shadow's eyes widened. The man bent down and sighed as he stared at his face again. "I have nothing to do with him…" Shadow grabbed his chains. "Let me out of this prison and you would never hear a word from me," he offered and the assassin chuckled with his boldness. From the looks of Shadow, he has been deprived of food and water, and completely bea

He scaled the rocks with the precision of a ghost moving through the shadows like water. I watched from my private satellite feed , the high-resolution images flickering across my laptop like a cursed movie. He entered through the back—exactly as I planned. He was good. Ex-KGB. Disavowed and disillusioned. Just how I liked them. And he had been paid and tipped too because money wasn't the problem and I had gotten the best. Sarian appeared near the window, her silhouette etched against the soft island light. She looked peaceful, vulnerable and fucking . Maybe that was why Don Julio had loved her because he loves his women vulnerable and perfect.The assassin raised his silenced pistol took aim