Ezio Auditore Novels & Stories

She stared at me from beneath her pretty, long lashes and I could see a hint of danger beneath their exquisite innocence, just like with Lucia's eyes. As was getting lost in Natalie's eyes, we heard the door to the interrogation room rattling and we hurriedly changed our positions. I quickly shifted far to the other end of the bench while she tore her hands off me and sat down, facing an opposite direction from where I sat. Diego, the guard from earlier before walked into the room. He looked at us with confusion for a second before switching back to his business face. Nosy motherfucker. “The Alpha is back, commander “, he said.

But he was not allowed meet meet Alessandro Emilio , the CEO of K&K Corp. Alessandro Emilio had made sure to make everyone in the company realise that no betrayal will be forgiven. He made sure that Ali Irfan would not get a decent job at any company, firm, factory or office. He was keeping a spy on Ali Irfan to check whether he was still in contact in contact with Sapphire Blue, the cheater company. He made sure to have some of some of Saphire Blue employees work under him. He was finding a perfect opportunity to attack them. Only he have to wait till November. Then he would strike them so bad that they would not be able to get up.

Within a brief moment, the news was already spread throughout the capital. As he drank tea, cars started arriving one after the other. Even soldiers and police officers were mobilized and they instantly surrounded the area. The first person that showed up was a middle-aged man with a solemn expression. "This is Ezio's father, the second in command in the police force," Sebastiano whispered beside Jason. Jason nodded lightly and looked on with a calm expression. "Ezio." Ezio's father's face was filled with anger as he glanced at his son, who was kneeling on the ground, seemingly angry at his incompetence and the fact that he was kneeling like this in broad daylight. This shame would tarnish h

Alright you can leave" He said As I and Zeke went back to my office. I opened my laptop and played the video again as I brought my jotter out to take down anything o can find. The only clue I could find was that the person operates in the dark . We are getting there , one he has claws , two he bites , three he operates alone and in the dark. I hope we get more clues.

I replied softly, the warmth of his presence pulling at my heartstrings. “I want to,” he said earnestly, his gaze lingering on Ezio, our precious son who sat quietly in my arm. Something in his eyes told me there was more to his offer than mere convenience. I nodded, accepting his gesture of kindness, and he swiftly brought his car around. Ezio, initially reserved, eyed Erdem with a mix of curiosity and wariness as he settled into the passenger seat. Erdem, aware of Ezio’s cautious gaze, drove with a calm and gentle manner as if to put our son at ease. Ezio’s eyes widened in awe as Erdem deftly manoeuvred the vehicle, the sights and sounds of the world outside the window captivating his youn

Then I turned my eyes towards Zane, and I was shocked to see that he had a murderous look on his face which made me come out of my haze and walk towards the kitchen mindlessly. What the fuck just happened? And why did Zane look at the stranger like he wanted to kill him and me both? After a few minutes, the brown haired guy came to the back kitchen with a warm smile on his face. He looked Moroccan or from somewhere with the sun. Because he had tanned skin that would make a male stripper jealous. I looked at him with a shy smile as I said, “Hi, thanks for helping me but who are you?” His smile widened as he replied, “I am your new boss and the new manager of Joy’s.”

Had it been a different situation, I would have been down dancing with the other people, but business was business, and in this situation, both money and power spoke when it came to the men that we, or more specifically, I was dealing with; therefore, me acting like a fool was not going to be an option. “Are you sure that you’re okay?” Ezra asked one last time. I smiled at his concern and nodded. This soft side of the man was not one that I expected to see, especially since I knew his reputation, but that only showed me how to never judge a book by its cover. The man who I believed would have been hard to deal with was being gentle with me. He was known to be a killer, but having spent the p

“That’s because I’ve already survived worse.” ⸻ Later that night, Elana sat at the edge of the bed, scrolling through the flash drive Leo had decrypted for her. Bank trails. Encrypted communications. The same shadow alias kept popping up: Fiorenzo. She froze. Her father had once mentioned the name in passing—an old Marconi loyalist thought to be dead. Ruthless. Tactical. Invisible. Her stomach twisted. “Elana?” Luca’s voice called from the hall. She snapped the laptop shut and slipped the flash drive under the mattress. “In here.”

I continue thrashing around, doing my best to fight them, but all I feel is my arms getting more and more tired. "Keep walking," one of them says without looking at me, his voice cold and flat as if I were boring him... And that's when I see him again... Ezio Benedetti. He's standing near the bar now, turning slightly as if waiting to greet me. The orange light hits his face, showing how devilishly handsome he is, his dark hair, his sharp jaw... everything about him screams danger. He looks so calm, so collected, like none of this touches him... like he didn't just kill a man in cold blood.

A second later, the screen lit up. A photograph appeared. A man in his early fifties, sharp eyes, expression unreadable. The kind of face that blended into crowds and vanished just as easily. “This is Lorenzo Moretti,” the lead investigator said. Sophia’s breath caught. “He’s Italian,” the man continued. “A professional assassin. Old-school. Known in underground circles for one thing, clean jobs. No witnesses. No loose ends. No emotional involvement.” He paused, letting the weight of that sink in.