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"You should know that we had an assassin's attack, did you have any suspects?" "The Autumn will surely have no hand in this since the assassins also attack different packs," Sage said just like they had thought. "I don't have any suspect yet though I've not seen what the assassins look like and the type of skills they make use of," Fennick told the Alpha. "They use the highest skill," Rae disclosed to him. "Really? Wow… Those assassins will be so powerful. The highest golden skill is the mastery one can use to defeat a war."

The knife caught the moonlight, reflecting a sharp, icy gleam—clearly a weapon of exceptional quality, capable of cutting through iron like mud. Thomas didn't flinch. He stepped back smoothly, dodging the strike, and in one fluid motion, disarmed the man. The assassin—a seasoned mercenary—froze in shock. Impossible. He ranked in the global top three for assassinations, and number one in close-quarters combat. How could his weapon be taken so easily? In that split second of distraction, a cold gleam flashed in Thomas's eyes. He swung the blade—and with a silver arc through the dark air, the assassin's pinky finger was severed clean off.

“What if I told you I didn’t bring any company?” He looks unfazed. “Perfect,” he stares down at the dagger on his neck. “I’ll get to finish my wine before it gets hot, but before I make you pay for barging in here, care to tell me who sent you?” I laugh coldly, pressing the dagger against his throat. “One cut and you’ll be dead in minutes.” “Oh,” he smirks. “You didn’t do your research well. Poison doesn’t work on me.” It catches me off guard, so I don’t realize when he grabs my throat and slams me against his door. “From your sloppy actions, you’re either a terrible assassin or you didn’t come here to kill me.”

The one person you don’t call unless you’re serious. Alessio Rossi. An assassin. An underworld ghost. No one sees him unless they need someone found… or erased. Killian and I, we didn’t get our hands dirty—we had people like Alessio for that. The call was short. I gave him a brief rundown, and we discussed his f*e, which, as usual, was steep. He preferred to do things remotely—photo, location, drop-off. But I wanted to see him. I wanted to be sure it would be done right. No room for mistakes.

“You’ve done it. You have finally done it!” I shifted on to find the eyesore there. Locking onto the man I had dragged here, who was now propped against a rusted column. He was observed at the embrace, the sight, at the blood, at the look in Kristine’s eyes. He laughed. Motherfucker was laughing like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "Oh, what a beautiful sight," Edric wheezed, wiping blood from his chin. "The top 4th assassin of the underworld, The Hunter, has finally decided to drop the mask of innocence?”

"Okay, then let's hire a six stars assassin. What's the highest rank among the assassins?" "For this organization," Edward began. "The assassins are divided into one star to nine stars. The strongest one is nine stars. It's rumored the nine-stars have already surpassed the attainment level of a grandmaster, but it goes without saying that they cost a lot too. I think hiring a six-stars is good enough." Easton sighed. "Black Rose, the one we hired earlier, is very strong, and she looks hot too. It should've been easy for her to seduce Severin, but in the end, her ruse was seen through and we wasted all our money!"

Im curious as to whats going on in his head, I muster up the courage to ask, "Whats on your mind? You look like you got wheels turning in head whats up?" He said nothing just looked at me. My gut started stirring and my palms began to sweat. No one makes Ferro nervous, but I know Roman is a cold blooded killer, worse than me. I kill to protect, Roman and his cousin Khan kill for enjoyment. They were some sick and twisted bastards. "You've grown quite fond of our little assassin huh? I mean I cant blame you, she blossomed into a real woman eh?" his voice got husky and was laced with lust.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.

the way I saw him torturing that rogue the other day left me speechless I have never seen an interrogation end so fast and successfully the way he swiftly broke that rogues bones with precision made everything the council told me about him believable, I can't believe my son was an assassin. I remember a few years ago the other alphas would talk about an assassin in Italy called the ripper or as he was previously known Il Mostro di Firenze (the monster of Florence). He was called the monster of Florence because according to the council he was the reason for the destruction of three of the largest packs in Italy.