En Brazos De Un Asesino の小説・ストーリー

Dante couldn't pull the trigger. The two people were fighting too close to each other. What if he accidentally hit the wrong target? He didn't dare to, so he rushed forward and grabbed the assassin's wrist before it could make contact with Matthias' face. Dante caught the blade before it plunged into Matthias' face. It sliced his hand, causing blood to leak down the steel. With his left hand, Dante pulled Amanda free and stabbed the assassin in the neck. He stabbed the man again and again until the assassin loosened his hold on the weapon. Blood gurgled from his mouth, splashing over Matthias' face.

The video captured every brutal second, every gunshot, every drop of blood that had shattered their world forever. Elara leaned closer, heart hammering as the footage revealed more than they had ever seen. The killers moved with practiced efficiency, but one detail stood out. A familiar tattoo on the wrist of the lead shooter. The same intricate design she had seen on Diego’s arm during their last confrontation. The revelation hit her like a physical blow, making her stomach twist violently. Jax’s grip on her thigh tightened painfully, his jaw locked so tight she thought it might crack.

James reached out, trying to hug me, but I pushed him away without hesitation. "Babe, why are you suddenly being so mean? Did someone say something to you? Did you misunderstand me again?" He sighed. "Look, I know you're mad about the bracelets, but I can explain everything." He opened the jewelry box he brought and started pointing to each bracelet. "This one—I gave it to you because Yvonne threatened to kill herself that day. I stayed with her on her birthday because I was afraid she'd do something. I couldn't just let her die in front of me, could I?

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

I didn’t make a sound, no groan of exertion, no nothing, and neither did the intruder. The assassin was fast. I imagined the ordinary person wouldn’t be able to se his movements, let alone keep up with him. But I was no ordinary man. His hand moved with precision and careful calculation, aiming for fatal areas of my body that would leave me limp with one strike. I caught the assassin’s wrist, the sound of bone grinding against bone muffled by the thickness of our gloves. With a jerk, I pulled him into a tight embrace, wrapped my hand around his head, twisted and then- snap. He instantly went limp in my arms and I held on, making sure the job had really been finished.

He was poised over the bed silently feeling the sheets with his left hand, probably confused as to why there was no one in the bed. The would-be assassin turned quickly when he saw us enter and before he could make a run for it, Brian was upon him already. With a great leap, Brian had fallen upon the assassin, toppling him to the floor. He made a slash at Brian with his knife and Brian leaped back swiftly crashing into me and sending me off balance. I quickly regained my balance and launched myself towards the man, bending backward with speed to avoid the slashing edge of his blade and with my claws I slashed at him. The intruder managed to evade the might of my attack but my claws caught to

I told Zane, still cackling. The corner of his mouth twitched, just out of her sight. Zane moved with deliberate precision, the click of the cuffs releasing the only sound in the suffocating silence. Anastasia flinched as the metal bracelets fell away, her wrists raw and red. Before she could react, his hands clamped around her arms, hauling her up like a puppet with its strings cut. She stumbled, her voice breaking—pleas, denials, desperate excuses spilling from her lips. He didn’t answer. Just dragged her toward the door, her shoes scraping against the concrete as she fought for balance.

Three more assassins launched themselves at her together, shadows darting through the storm-lit arena. Anana did not flinch. She stood her ground. As the first blade sliced through where her neck had been, she bent, her movement impossibly precise, her hair brushing the sand. Her hand snapped out, catching one assassin by the arm. Her leg arched up in a perfect, deadly swing. Her heel struck his spine. The sound was revolting… bones shattering, his body folding in half at the waist. He dropped into two broken pieces onto the sand, his eyes wide but already dead.

Blood soaked through the bandages faster now, but he forced himself to crawl, one trembling hand after the other, toward the overturned stool in the corner. The assassin advanced slowly, like a predator savoring the moment. “You can’t run, old man. You were marked long ago. Tonight, it ends.” Zev’s trembling hand closed around one leg of the stool. With a desperate growl, he swung it upward just as the assassin loomed close. The wood connected with the attacker’s wrist, knocking the blade just slightly off course. Enough to save his neck. The edge grazed his shoulder instead, reopening a wound, blood dripping hot down his arm.

A strangled cry tore through the night and the pistol clattered to the ground. Lorenzo was on the man in a heartbeat, grabbing his collar, slamming him against the wall. His gun pressed under the assassin’s jaw. “Are you sure Ricardo sent you?” he snarled. The assassin’s eyes burned, blood staining his teeth. “Ricardo doesn’t forgive.” Mateo twisted the blade deeper. The man choked, sagging. His body went limp before Lorenzo could even pull the trigger. For a long moment neither man moved, both breathing hard. Blood pooled black at their feet, glistening under the faint streetlight. The body twitched once, then went still.