En Brazos De Un Asesino の小説・ストーリー

—then the sickening sound of fists and bodies hitting pavement. The passenger door was ripped open. Rough hands grabbed her ankles. “No!” she screamed, kicking wildly. A Moretti soldier dragged her out, clamping a hand over her mouth. “Pretty little Rossi whore. You’ll make excellent bait.” She bit down hard. He howled and backhanded her. Pain bloomed across her cheek. Then Nico appeared like vengeance incarnate. He moved with terrifying precision—two shots, two bodies dropped. Dante was right behind him, blood trickling from a graze on his arm, eyes wild with fury. He grabbed the man holding Ashley and snapped his neck with a sickening crack.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

Blood Witness Sandro’s hand was still on her arm from when he had crossed the courtyard to pull her close after the shot. The body of the intruder lay only yards away, blood slowly pooling on the ancient stones, but Elena could barely look away from Sandro’s face. His eyes were wild with a protective fury that sent a shiver down her spine, not just of fear, but of something darker, more twisted. The man who had held her so tenderly the night before had just killed without hesitation. For her.

A single breath later— A hand clamps onto Eli’s arm. Not Damian’s. The assassin. Eli jerks back in horror, but the man squeezes his arm with bruising force, leaning close enough that Eli can feel his cold breath against his ear. “This is only the beginning,” the assassin whispers. Eli’s pulse stops. And then— A gunshot. The assassin’s body jerks. He collapses at Eli’s feet. Eli is shaking, vision blurry with tears, barely able to process anything—

He quickly grabbed his keys and strolled out. The bar wasn’t far away and it was too crowded for his liking. He saw his gang waiting for him outside. And his pack too. He was about to move when he got his shoulder grab. "Calm down. Let Enzo do the work first". Zee said holding his hand and he looked back at him confused. They all moved inside and there Stephen saw what he meant. Callum was hugging a girl while dancing. But what frightened Stephen was, the girl had a punctured neck. But maybe she was so intoxicated by the drugs that she didn’t notice it.

She watches the man, his face, his expression, and the sinister smile that made her sick in her stomach. Brushing Dimitrios's hands off her shoulder she ran in front where the John was standing in front of the hanging and battered body. Derek's eyes were almost drooping but he didn't miss the chance to watch her pulling out the revolver from its holster of John. John was quick enough to grab a hold of Iris before she pulled the trigger pointing the gun at Derek. A strange smile appeared on his face watching the little girl acting like an assassin suddenly. "An assassin always remains an assassin." He mumbled with great difficulty but couldn't complete when another punch landed on his face an

A sharp sound rang through the whole corridor as a cold flash of light slashed through the dark. Two silhouettes could be seen as one was raising her hands while the other is on his knees as he trembled violently while being surrounded by countless bloody corpses. The woman holding a long dagger stared at the trembling man in front of her as a cold glint appeared on her bloody face. "I-I beg you.....I-I'll give you anything you want just please spare my life." Despite the tremors in his body the man took up his courage and pleaded as he bowed his head towards the floor covered with a pool of blood.

Frozen in his feet, the assassin cowardly shrank as his legs were wobbly with fear. "I'm sorry, p-please s-pare-ack!" raw panic was in his voice Mort clawed him by the neck, choking and lifting him. The assassin struggled on Mort's grip as the color drained from his face. "If Sumire finds it hideous...." referring to the side of his eyebrows cut in half, Mort tightened his grip on the assassin's neck who was now barely breathing. "I will hunt you even in hell." Mort darkly added. When the assassin tried to fight back in his last strength, Mort twist his head and the sound of a crushing throat can be heard loudly the place. He separates the assassin's head from his body and throws it away, sm

If Alex had enough strength, he might be able to break his brute defense. However, after turning around, he couldn’t spot Alex. Meanwhile, the assassin who tried to attack Alex earlier had already fallen to the ground, with his neck snapped after making a complete 180 degree turn. That assassin was most definitely dead. “Oh f*ck!” Bruce could sense a life threatening presence as a chilling sensation gushed up from his sole to his head. He was about to activate his strongest brute force as his defense, but to no avail as the bald guy activated his mental attack on him once again.

I cried as I caught the flash of a dagger in the moonlight. The unknown woman slashed the dagger toward Selene, but my mate was faster. Selene dodged the attack, grabbing the woman’s wrist in the process and snapping it. The sickening crack of bone echoing through the night. I watched as Selene slammed her knee into the woman’s chest, leaning to whisper something in her ear before shifting her fingers to claws and tearing the woman’s throat out. “Do you have a death wish or something?” She screeched, turning toward where I sat clutching my side. “You were warned that assassins were coming, and you throw yourself at the first one you see?”