Hit Man Book Novels & Stories

He told the woman to give him a cigarette and said, “You don’t have to worry about a thing. Mr. Puzo doesn’t trust me, but he trusts you. It isn’t hard to solve this problem, so you can count on me.” Buchanon was not in the mood to smoke, so he pushed the woman away. “Do you think Mr. Puzo trusts me? He even has begun to suspect that one of my men is the mole. If you can’t solve this problem, I think we don’t have to see each other anymore.” “When Manuel failed his mission, he said he saw a woman help Sunny from the sideline.” Buchanon was stunned.

“I don’t talk nor walk. How could I have killed him?” “You bastard!” Hunter muttered. “Hunter broke into the house and killed Ethan, that’s final,” Mr. Hamuumbu was still pointing the gun at Hunter. “No sir.” “Your choice, either you get to find out how the manuscript is accurately written or ….” “Wait…… What?” Ludo jerked. “You heard me dear,” Mr. Hamuumbu said. “I know the secret behind the manuscript, in fact I’m the mastermind behind it.” “How is that even possible?”

New York was a wound that never healed. It smelled of exhaust, wet concrete, and fried food that had been sitting too long. A city that chewed through people, then spit out their bones on the sidewalks. Perfect cover for me. I was hunting a man who thought he was untouchable—a kingpin who traded women like currency, who wore his cruelty like a designer suit. I’d been watching him for weeks. I had his routine memorized down to the minute. At 11:15 he stepped outside to smoke. At 11:28 his runner dropped an envelope. At 11:33 he checked his phone to make sure the alley camera still worked.

What were the odds of two different men having that exact same tattoo in that exact same spot? I tried to remember details from that night. The man's body - tall, muscular, strong. That matched Alessio. His voice - I had thought it sounded familiar when we had met at the engagement party but never did I think it was him. His hands - large, capable, confident. Just like Alessio's.

Placing his nail less fingers in the bowl, filled with vinegar mixed with red chili powder and salt. Plea…. Ple.. Please… le… leave… me.. Me.. Ahhhhh…..ahhhh….pleas….please… He was crying and begging for mercy. But I showed no mercy towards this fucker who touched my innocent kitten with his whorish and dirty hands… I smirked at his condition….. Hey guys hope you are doing well and fine, how’s the update.. Hope u will like it and share your thoughts regarding this story.. Vote, share and comment.. Please guys comments me your view about his mania, so I could know what you guys thought about this book…

Harlow’s words are cut off by a man who stands in front of us, “Alessandro and Harlow.” We hold the man at gunpoint. He orders, “Put the guns down.” We didn't budge until he held up his phone, it had a picture of Amber handcuffed to the wall, and her feet shackled to the ground. “You’ve got two hours to hunt down the location. If you fail, every second that you waste will cost one of her fingers,” the man says before shooting himself.

I jumped out suddenly as I found the man's book-like journal and her voice at the same time. "Alright, dug in all of his communication platforms and history" "Copy that" I unfurl the book wide yet floundering to perform clasping the phone and the other on the pages. The book it was like his diary where he sets his satisfaction and further fantasy beyond more a dream but gruesome desires. It was unsettling while reading his strategies and reasons starting from beginning to end. "He has contact with Lydia Manskim in Callme" She responded at last and then I closed the book.

With their guns drawn, my team circled the man on the ground. “Who is it?” I was unable to get a good view of the person's face. “It’s Moretti.” Arrow confirmed. Fuck! Lorenzo Moretti was the key to getting to Ricci. “The place was attacked before we got here.” Badger added. “It looks like they didn’t want any loose ends.” Buddha concluded. “No signs of life.” I cursed and ran my hands through my long brown hair. I closed my eyes and tried to calm my racing heart. I’ve been a phantom since as long as I can remember. Always listening, but not being seen. I was a pro at staying quiet and unseen. I've always had a passion for computer programming and hacking. My mothers last words always in the

Jason was worried and determined to bring the mastermind to book. Two hours ran by. Jason received an email and he read the content carefully. His expression darkened. Susan was behind the missing money. She was involved in money laundering and had a team that worked for her. Pictures of her with some ferocious looking men were also attached. She was also supposed to be married to the disfigured man, not Wendy. “Susan, you pretended to love me and I fell for it because you offered your body to me willingly. I should have known better! Wendy was the best woman that I have ever met. I left her for Susan who was worse than Delilah.” Jason pouted regretfully.

That was when I heard it — a knock. Three slow, deliberate knocks on the door. I froze, my heart leaping into my throat. I wasn’t expecting anyone. The knock came again, louder this time. Swallowing hard, I crept toward the door, peering through the peephole. My stomach dropped. Standing just outside my door was the same man in the black hoodie. His face was obscured, hands shoved into his pockets. He remained still, an ominous presence. I stumbled back, my pulse racing. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Eli’s number, panic rising in my chest.