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He had a cigarette in between his fingers as he exhaled before pushing himself off the ground. "I thought he'd be stronger," I muttered, "too bad." "Now, the Russian Mafia's yours." Ares said with a smirk which I mirrored, "it is." He took out his phone and sent a quick text to someone. A few seconds later, a man came in. "Clean this mess," Ares ordered him, nodding towards the mess on the ground, "but leave the body here." "Are you gonna take his body home then give him a proper funeral?" Ares asked to which I nodded.

He quickly dropped the chair and swerved out of the way of a flying fist and meandered his way out the door. Outside the bar Sly fox allowed the fresh cool evening air to cool his body. Even though he has had a lot of drinks he was still sober enough to track down his killers. He pulled out the smartphone, corp issued, and brought out everything about the assassin he needed to take down in this hunt. This was his fourth hunt which means he is a delta. He leered at the image of a hot brunette that filled his screen.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

A bullet was fired at him and he fell down dead. He sent punches and kicks at the other man on the ground and he stopped as he heard Spider's voice. He twisted the man's hand behind his back and placed both his knees on the back of his neck. "Boss, we took them down already" Spider said behind him "Anyone hurt?" He asked as he tried to control the man who was wriggling on the ground "One of the men sustained a bullet wound in the hand" he said "Give me the gun!" He ordered and Spider threw a shotgun over to him.

shouted the man as he tightened his grip on my hair. That hurts so much! Just wait, I'll beat you up when I figure out how to time it so that Dum doesn't notice anything. Damn it! I need to assist him. I don't want anything to happen to him. But I know he can handle battling the other person, despite how strong he appears to be. " Are you from Assassination Society?" I murmured in question to the man who was holding me. "How could you know?" the man questioned, astonished. "Hmmm.... secret, that's confidential bastard," I answered, and I smacked his foot with my own, causing him to cry out in pain.

He brushed past the man and slammed the doors so hard they hit the unwavering stone walls. I jumped, not having to fake it. This couldn’t be happening. I tried to process it all. Who was this man, and who sent him? I couldn’t have others sniffing around; I was so close. I should have swallowed my pride and just finished them off sooner. I shouldn’t have made it a game. “The fuck are you looking at?” Hudson spat towards the man. The man didn’t speak, he just held Hudson's stare with an impassive one of his own.

But if she hadn’t taken this asshole out, he certainly wouldn’t have hesitated to annihilate her entire team. The last Assassin was cornered now. Brandon had closed in, and Cassidy wasn’t letting the bastard move. Every time the Assassin tried to run, she’d move him back. He had his gun in his hand, ready to shoot the second she lowered the shield. Rather than allowing him that luxury, Cassidy used her powers to jerk the gun from his hand and then dropped the shield, letting Brandon take him out quickly enough. A couple of bursts from the Guardian’s gun, and the Assassin was no more.

I look through Alena’s files, the list of staff seeing what the old babysitter was called, then sitting and finding as much information on her and Jo as she had. Sending it to the lads I ask them to dig and find anything they can, sitting I spend the rest of my morning searching online articles about Spider, the times he was taken in for questioning but let go as no one was willing to give him up. Finding him on social media, I go through his pictures, picture after picture and I see Mary a lot. I keep going, the picture stopping me, this guy, he was sitting at the bar here, he is one of Alena’s inside security, Spider has everything covered. I need a way in this gang, a way to be trusted, a

I stand by the window and contact Spider, the code name of the tracker and hitman that I hired especially for my dear Ronan. “Are you in the cabin?” I ask. “What’s the update?” “Positive,” he says. “The subject is here, Miss. I got him all tied up as soon as he entered the cabin. He put up a fight, but I have him under heavy sedatives and strong Wolfsbane now, Miss. What do I do with him next?” I smile to myself. “Good. I want you to cut off his tongue, wound him all over the body, and leave him in the forest to become food for the beasts. Make sure to leave no trace in the cabin. Sink his car in the lake.”

Her back arched into him and his skin on her skin dissolved the thoughts from her head. “Be still!” He snarled. Was it her imagination or was his voice gruffer than it was before? He yanked up the sleeve of her dress and exposed her tattoo. “A spider.” He spat, reviled. Yes, she was. Every assassin in The Den was called a Spider and damn him, she was the best at what she did!