Novel & Cerita En Brazos De Un Asesino

Chapter 13 Raymond’s POV My fingers tightened around the assassin’s throat, the dark leather of my gloves creaking under the sheer, unnatural pressure. The bastard’s legs kicked uselessly against the rain-slicked cobblestones of my inner courtyard, his eyes bulging as he clawed at my wrists. He was weak. Soft. A pathetic excuse for a hitman who had probably been hired off some back-alley dark web forum by a coward too afraid to look me in the eye.

said the young woman with a cold smirk on her lips, the innocent and fragile look from moments earlier, disappearing. Hollander felt shivers run down his spine at this. She was no innocent princess but a trained assassin, trained to use her body and pretty face to get close to her unsuspecting target. The silver scarf around the young woman’s neck came undone just then, and Hollander’s eyes widened as he saw the tattoo of a black butterfly on the left side of her neck. And as he glanced down at the hand currently closed around the gun pointing at his chest, he saw the bracelet around her right wrist, a black chain looped three times, from which a silver crescent moon pendant with the Roman n

Bugs bugs Aiden elbowed the burly man's neck one by one until they fell down with a look of pain etched on their faces. Plus the slashes that Aiden managed to inscribe on some of their arms, managed to make them easier to overthrow. Seeing that, Rania immediately stepped forward while pointing the muzzle of her gun at Aiden. She knew that the two weak guards couldn't beat Aiden, but she was only using the two stupid guards to buy time so she could prepare her weapons to kill Aiden right now.

Walking out of the school, Ares walked to his car while I followed him. He unlocked the door and I opened it before sliding in the passenger's seat. Ares opened his own door and slid into the driver's seat before he stared at me questioningly. "What?" "Don't you have your own car?" He asked, his hands on the steering wheel. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his veiny tattooed arms—hot. "Are you going to die if I come with you?" .

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!!!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Yoshiki dropped onto the ground as the first shot fire, rolling himself back onto his feet, he twisted his right leg and lifted his left around to slam into the hand holding the gun, sending it to fly across the room, hit the ground, and finally under the second sofa. Rapidly retreating from the approaching assassin he brought his hands up to block any incoming attacks toward his chest, just as he predicted the assassin aimed his right foot at his chest, using his right hand to block the attack, he used his Left hand to trap the assassin's leg in between his hands, twisting his hand to the left and then up, his opponent was thrown off balance and slammed onto the glass table, which Brock on

Calling for help would only endanger others. "Heh!" The assassin sneered, sauntering over to the cart. Her movements were sultry, a stark contrast to her earlier aggression, now exuding an air of sensuality. Scrape! She reached under the cart and suddenly withdrew her hand, producing a metallic scraping sound. A gleaming machete appeared in her hand "Not calling for help? Think you can take me down with one good arm?" Her mocking laughter dripped with disdain. To her, Austin, with his injured left arm, was an easy target.

Mayzie called. “Lock yourself,” Sandro said as Mayzie quickly rushed to the phone and dialed. While Sandro was fighting the man who swung the knife at him, he shot him again but no bleeding. The bastard was very much armored. He threw the vase at him. He grabbed the laundry pole swinging it and twirling it, thrusting the point forward. The assassin was very much staring at the door to his mate. “Don’t come out!” He shouted at Mayzie. But then, his mate opened the door and shot the assassin right in the head with the shotgun. Sandro coughed upon smelling the powder. He froze seeing the head shattered on their unit.

Dario Claudio threatened, increasing the pressure on the knife at my neck, but Alessio didn’t drop the gun. I wasn’t sure if I should be scared since he wasn’t putting the gun down, but the man standing before me was Alessio, and I knew he wasn’t just an ordinary man. I could see his calculating eyes, and before I knew it, he shot Dario Claudio in his right shoulder. How did he manage to do that with Dario Claudio’s arm wrapped around me? I was right all along—Alessio wasn’t just an ordinary man. Dario Claudio collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain as he bled from his shoulder. Alessio walked up to him and delivered punch after punch until he lost consciousness. I wasn’t sure if he’d surv