Hit Man Book Novels & Stories

Jacob crouched and reached down for the man's tactical army knife and holster which he wraps around his waist. “They…they're going to kill you. This might not be your time…but they will get you eventually,” the man said to Jacob. When Jacob noticed the leaves rustling and moving, he went his way and ran, disappearing immediately. Ryan and Roy appeared and watched the dying man in disappointment. “I…I was tricked,” the man whimpered. “Because you're stupid,” Ryan said right before he shot the man. “Useless idiot.” “He killed three of them. What are we going to do now?” Roy was curious.

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Strands from his thick black hair brushed my upper cheeks and I tightened my jaw. This man was pushing me. "Look baby doll-" Immediately, I grabbed his hand and in a second, placed it on the table and stabbed my knife into it, pinning it to the table. Blood oozed out from where the knife was just as the twins rushed to him. Nicola and the hefty dude drew out their guns. Roman signalled to the twins with a headshake and they stopped in their tracks. His eyes looked back at me, a hint of surprise in it.

His gun fell out of his hand and clattered against the concrete that had been soaked by the rain. Letting out a groan, Nicholas managed flinged his assailant over his shoulder, giving him the upper hand . The man groaned as he struck the ground hard. The second assailant made a lunge but he dodged the attack. Nicholas sent the attacker a vicious elbow to the jaw. He faltered. Nicholas only needed that. Without thinking, he turned and took off. The attackers were still on the ground and still getting up to chase after him, but Nicholas was more familiar with this place than they were. He threw himself over a metal fence, landed hard, and continued on. Behind him, there was gunfire. The sound

he gestured broadly, "this is how you repay me? By making a mockery of me in front of one of my most esteemed associates? Have you lost your mind, boy?!" I'm getting serious Henry Luciano vibes here, Buffy thought, grinning. You know, like a tough mafia boss. Damn, Daddy! Who's Henry Luciano? "Luciano" by taintedkissesxo. It's a mafia book about one of the most feared men in the world, she explained. I highly recommend it as your next W*****d read. I almost burst out laughing at that moment.

I guessed that it could be a clash between clans, it wasn't my business, I should be escaping by now but why couldn't I just walk away? " Erebus has been fu*king with us, to set up a party and not attend it, that's disappointing, I don't suppose you know why every clan head wants that damned book," The man with the gun tilted his head to the side as he chuckled slightly before he continued with an evil smirk playing on his lips."I planned on getting my hand on that book before anyone else but no matter, I'll just have to kill the fu*ker who stole the book." I watched as the man continued in the conversation which now seemed one-sided as the other fellow didn't seem a slight bit responsive to

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

Zandrei tilted his head slightly. “You’re crying already,” he continued. “And we haven’t even started talking.” The man began shaking harder. “I didn’t mean to betray you! I swear! They forced me—” Zandrei’s expression didn’t change. Suddenly, his fist moved. It drove directly into the man’s jaw so cleanly that the chair tipped sideways before guards caught it and forced it upright again. Blood spilled from the man’s mouth. Zandrei flexed his fingers once. “Let’s try something,” he said calmly. “You don’t speak unless I ask a question.”

Rounds chewed walls, blood splattered white paint, spent casings clinking hot on the floor. Hammer hit cover—a steel pillar, cold against his back—breath ragged, Glock steady. A shadow flickered left—Flinco’s point man, too close. Hammer pivoted, too slow. The rifle butt—AK stock, reinforced—slammed his temple, a white-hot crack splitting his skull. He hit the deck, vision bursting stars, ears ringing as Flinco loomed—face bloody, lip split, eyes wild. “You killed my old man, you fuck,” Flinco snarled, boot pinning Hammer’s chest, Beretta 92FS cold against his forehead. Hammer stared up—calm, hard, no flinch. Death was close, and he’d dance with it if it came.

I say as he slides into the seat. He lifts my mug, reading the little chalkboard logo. “I’m full of surprises.” “Dangerous ones? “Depends. Is caffeine and questionable literature your definition of danger?” He smirks, loosening his coat. “What’s the book?” I glance down, then grimace. “Some wildly over-hyped thriller about a detective with a drinking problem. Groundbreaking, right?” Marcus leans over, plucking the book from my hands before I can protest. His shoulder brushes mine in the process, and my pulse spikes like it has no sense of boundaries. He flips through the pages with a skeptical eyebrow.