Ezio Auditore Novels & Stories

I want to know if she remembers Sarah. “Do you know a friend named Sarah?” I asked. She looked at me and she shook her head. Means she didn’t know Sarah. Nobody will remember Sarah as a part of the rule. The murderer will vanish like they never existed. “Grace, Jenny… Let’s go” The man standing at the front door called them and he was Carlo. He looked at me and looked at the girls. I don’t think he can remember me but I am happy to see him. Doing well.

Besides, what can I say? Jared Anderson is basically a computer genius. He's usually involved information security, hacking and stuff like that. He can easily hack into anyone's private accounts even with his eyes closed. I saw him do it plenty of times before, and I know he'll do it now. I had only been waiting for half a minute when an enormous hand appeared before my eyes and grabbed my mouth. I screamed, panic coursing through me as I fought the person standing right behind me. From my peripheral I noticed it was a tall, well-built man with an intimidating aura about him. Apart from that, he was wearing all black. That's how he must have easily blended into the night and prevented me fro

she closed the door behind her and dropped the tray on his desk. The office was such a mess; he had paper works everywhere on his table and even on the floor. “what have you been doing in here, everything looks so….sad” Harley said as her eyes wandered around the office like it wasn’t even something good to look at “I have been trying to see if I could find a way to…save the remaining people at Haynes technologies and maybe find the first alpha Grey created which is Experiment 25…. Roman St Laurent” he handed Roman’s file to her which she collected hastily.

I stagger, vision swimming, and Ethan is there instantly, arms locking around me. “You did that,” he breathes, awe and fear tangled together. I shake my head weakly. “We did.” The Reverent withdraws slightly, attention heavy. This was a scout, it informs me. There will be others. The Crown hums, wary but no longer panicked. Blake approaches slowly, eyes wide. “What are you now?” I look down at my trembling hands, feeling the faultline pulse steady and alive beneath my skin. “I’m the line they can’t cross unnoticed,” I say.

“Exactly. Whoever he is, he’s careful. Whoever set this up knows how to erase footprints. This isn’t a random investor. He’s someone who knows how we operate. And he is someone who has a close eye within the council, if not elsewhere as well.” I leaned back, staring at the file, the blank paper that somehow weighed heavier than a full one. A clean ghost. That was worse than a known threat. “Keep looking,” I said finally. “If he’s not a D’Amaris, then I want to know who the hell he is. Find every Lorenzo you can linked to the western packs. Or anyone who’s used that name before. And if not Lorenzo, then trace D’Amaris. That surname came from somewhere. I want a trail, no matter how faint. And

“Good. Keep going. Any businessmen?” I thought. “A man named Paolo Rizzo, another, Victor Marquez.” Ezreal’s pen paused. He turned the page, then wrote faster, names stacking like bricks. “When you’re done with priests, tell me the other faces.” I swallowed. “There was a man from the Bellini crew—Marco Bellini. A younger capo, Luca Ferraro. Then there were the Mendez brothers.” Ezreal’s jaw tightened. He had the look of a predator finding its prey. “Good,” he said. “This is useful.”

I LOOK FORWARD TO MEETING HIM. REGARDS, THE FIRST AUDITOR Processing time consumed: twenty-one seconds. Remaining balance: eighteen minutes, eleven seconds. The entity was still rationing. Jack looked at the final line of the message. Person of interest. In auditing terms, that meant either a key witness or a primary suspect. "It knows who I am," Jack said. "It knows who everyone is," the Utterance whispered. "It audited the previous universe. It knows every irregularity that has ever existed. And you, Jack, are the walking intersection of approximately six hundred and forty-seven thousand of them."

" he went straight to the point. Telling him all the details takes hours. It was a roller coaster. Where do I start? I brought out my journal, where I scribed every bit of my discovery. I wouldn’t want anyone to be left out, but how do I tell him I have personal missions too? “Giovanni Auder is a mafia leader; they deal with drugs and ammunition. There's a confidential document in Carlo’s office too.” I blurted, sounding like a real detective, avoiding eye contact. “What would you like to have?” He asked, ignoring as if he knew... He picked up the intercom and called the waiter. He orders for us both.

And typed across the bottom of the screen, in a clean, professional font, was a single sentence: The Audit is incomplete. We require a sacrifice. I looked at Enzo. He looked at me. In the red, pulsing light of the dying servers, we weren't a Don and a thief anymore. We were two variables in a terminal equation.

"I just wanted to see how good your IT team was. Turns out, they’re trash. It only took me forty minutes to break through that triplelayer encryption protocol you’re so proud of. If I had malicious intent, the De Luca family would have been bankrupt ten minutes before you even got here!" Silence reclaimed the room. The gunmen behind Matteo looked tense, their fingers tight on the triggers of their assault rifles, waiting for the command to riddle Noah’s slender frame with bullets. However, the corner of Matteo’s lip suddenly lifted. It wasn’t a friendly smile, but the smirk of a predator who had just discovered a fascinating new toy. Matteo lowered his pistol, though he didn't holster it. He