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he said. My brows furrowed. “Do you suddenly care about me?” “If you have a scar on your face from Caelthorn–” I rolled my eyes. Of course, this was still about his pack. “Your reputation will be ruined. I understand.” *** “That was the best thing I ever watched!” Harry exclaimed. Harry was one of the cooks. He was actually from a Beta family that had been framed and exiled, and then ended up here with his parents in the Caelthorn pack.

"Fuck off, Harry. Forget it. Go back to your harem. I don't want to make the same mistake over and over. The acceptance in his gaze terrified her more than rejection ever could. "But you will anyway, won't you? Fuck, I'm an idiot. What have you been thinking of me this whole time, Lil? I'm yours, yours alone. I paid your mom to help me blend in so that I could hide in plain sight, Lily. It's not a love marriage. It's an arrangement. The 'harem' you think I'm fucking? They're assassins sent by a mafia king. Daddy's on the run, Lil. That's why I didn't—" Harry blurted out the surreal truth. He'd never hidden his past as a mafia assassin from her, but she didn't know he was running. In danger.

I will be the only one who is number one. "Anyway, sir, do you still need to clarify what the Assassination Society is and why we were being pursued by them?" I questioned Dum regarding AS. Dum's demeanor changed to serious after hearing my question, and he did not respond right away. "Sir?" I say again, waiting for his response. I mean, I know what AS is, but I was wondering how he found out about it and how our attacker informed him about it while they were battling. Dum groaned in front of me, troubled eyes on me, "do you really want to know? I mean, you don't need to know about it," Dum questioned.

They would have to find an entirely different apartment, purchased furniture once again, even find a new school to enrol—he was scheduled to start in two days. He wanted to stay with Aunt Judy, start his new school in the next few days, find new friends and have as many guests over in his brand new apartment, finally living alone do the first time. As much as he was afraid, the fury was starting to overshadow it; he didn't want to have to lie to his parents while he fled the city, afraid of an outcome that may never even happen. Besides, why would a mafia assassin yakuza want to murder newly senior high school student Nate Kennedy? Out of all they most likely had to deal with?

Harriet continued asking herself those rhetorical questions that she's yet to get answers to. FLASHBACK; Two decades ago. Harriet paced about the room of her apartment, eagerly waiting for someone's call. She hoped he's successful and obedient in carrying out her orders. Not long afterwards, her phone rang and she immediately hurried to pick it up from the couch. "Yes. How was it? Have you successfully eliminated the child?" She questioned with anticipating excitement glistening in her big eyes. "Yes Madam. That child is dead! You don't have to worry about anything again. No one can stop you now." The assassin said and Harriet smirked. An evil excitement reflecting in her facial features at

Harry's body stiffened involuntarily, fearing that Asher might notice something. He discreetly reached for the concealed dagger in his pocket. He had prepared the dagger as a last resort, determined to subdue Asher today. "All I need is to capture him in a compromising situation with another woman on video, and then his future will be ruined," Harry thought. Meanwhile, Asher's hand traced Vivienne's forehead and slowly moved down to her neck. Although it appeared affectionate, his fingers were positioned on her carotid artery, sensing the pulsation.

she continued after her query. A snicker was all could be seen in Harry’s expression. “My dear Crystal Fei, he is indirectly related, because the real target is his father, Harold Valencia. I am sure that you are aware of your brother’s occupation as an assassin as well, am I correct?” he questioned. Earning a nod from the female whom began to clench her hand on the file, crumpling the sides of which she held the file. Harry saw the building up rage in her eyes and the way she gripped the file. The mention of her brother can blow her fuse so fast, that her anger is of equivalent violence when she acts.

Arthur "This is ridiculous!" Harry exclaimed. "You do realize that you almost lost her life, because of some real girl, don't you?" I didn't answer him. I was aware of what happened and I knew the risks involved when I followed the girl. Granted, I didn't know that I would be assassinated, but there were always risks involved. Everywhere. He was being unreasonable by assuming that following the girl was what made that man shoot an arrow at me. He could've done it even as I was walking around and inspecting the whole place.

I saw a man fall to the ground, I thought it was his guards but when I got there, it was one of the assassins. I thought... I thought he was gonna die, I was only worried about him. But I don't think he cared. He was so angry at me, I have never seen him this angry before. I could feel it, his anger was way too much than the night of the sacrifice. It was like he's gonna kill me, right at the moment, but he didn't. He didn't kill me and I don't know why?" Mrs Malfoy was speechless. "You know, it could have been better if he had killed me that night. He... he doesn't want me, he hates me so much. He said... he said he was gonna kill me if he ever sets his eyes on me."

“Oh no, Hayden. you don’t just get to kill my friend and walk away like that, I want answers.” “What answers?” He turns on me in the blink of an eye. “What friend? Who are we talking about?” I blink, a little astonished before folding my fists screaming back. “Harry! that boy you just killed. The most loyal human lackey you had.” “Tsk.” He hissed glaring at me. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. That wasn’t harry. Harry is dead.” “Yes, he’s dead now because you just murdered him. His guts are splattered across the wall. Of course he’s dead.”