Hit Man Book Novels & Stories

There was a buzzing sound in my mind. I spoke without even realizing it. "W-What did you just say?" I asked. "I drove in to pick up my son, but I hit the gas instead of the brake and ran over a little boy. His face was covered in blood. He was wearing that blue hoodie just like the one your son always wears–" I was about to explain when Esther Lawson cut me off. "Eve Spencer, just get over here now! I swear I didn't mean to do it!"

"You leave tomorrow morning at seven, that'll put you in New York at about roughly ten o'clock. An agent Peter Sarkozy will be there to meet you and debrief you on the subject's latest movements. You've been given his portfolio and should've already studied him and become very well acquainted with the way he works. Hank Mancini is an enigma; no one knows the real man and we barely understand his public persona. He comes from one of the wealthiest families in the country, went to the best schools and had the opportunity to be anything he wanted to be in this life; he chose instead to be a criminal. In almost ten years we've not been able to pin any one thing on him, but where there's smoke th

I said before passing out. My name is Ryan Manchester, a one time drug dealer and gangster. previously worked for the pacres, a remotely large group of gangsters that worked in big cooperations and spearheaded a lot of blossoming business and corporate firm's in New York City and beyond. After that faithful night, the night that changed my life forever and made me who I am today. the only thing I ever thought about is ..... vengeance. to get at the fool who made my life miserable, who claimed to be a boss but was rather the devil himself..... Collins Blake.

She lay and held her teddy bear closely. "Who is that man?" She mumbled. Brown scratched his hair. "He is a Mafia." "Mafia?" "Yeah. His name is Leonardo Cappuccino." "Wow. I have never seen one before. I only read about them in stories, are they exactly the way stories portray them to be?" Brown stared at her, "You mean like the way a bad boy that belongs to the Mafia falls in love with an innocent girl and then destroys the whole world for her sake?" He smirked and Ashley laughed.

But the knowledge of him not having a gun had knocked the safe side off a cliff. Suddenly, a voice called out, “Who’s there?” “Human. It’s a human.” I patted on his bicep before sprinting past him to the voice. The faster we got out of here, the better. My gaze landed on a tall and sturdy man wearing a black raincoat with a hood shading half his face. He had a shotgun strapped to his back. I halted and took a few steps back, a sudden terror rising in my heart. Eros firm hand held my hand and pulled me behind him as he stared the man down.

The next morning, tension was thick in the air. The TV blared the news, and the headline hit like a gut punch. Henry Blackthorn, the alleged leader of a notorious drug cartel got himself arrested after a wild raid of the building, chained to a chair with two dead bodies laid next to him with a sign in his hands,“I abducted a woman. I am guilty”.

“Excuse her manners, you can follow us to our car to get your money. The rest will be given when it’s done.” The hitman’s smile didn’t waiver but his voice dropped a notch. “If you double cross me after the job, there will be… dire consequences. No delays and no excuses. No cold feet either although looking at you. I know that’s not going to be an issue.” Mandy leaned forward. “Let’s go over the details again.” The hitman looked at Mandy for a beat, studying her. “I like how you work. Zero emotions and zero time wasting.”

“Now, tell me. What’s this… Mafia King about?” I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, “You could just read the book yourself.” I glared. “I could,” he agreed, flipping the book over. “But this is more fun.” I sighed. “It’s about a girl who gets caught in the web of the Mafia world by a Mafia Boss. He’s cold, dangerous, and wouldn't mind to kill whoever crossed his way. But of course, deep down, he has a heart.” Damien arched a brow. “Sounds familiar.”

Damon shrugged, pushing his head forward to a book that was placed on the man's table, and the title that was written by the side was vivid, at least, enough for him to see. “That book,” he announced, raising an eyebrow. “Walking free by Dr. Munjed Muderis, in the year 2014.” “You've read it already?” The man kept revealing the shock on his face, after every word that left his mouth. “Yes,” Damon replied almost immediately, placing one hand in his pocket. “About three times to be precise, so yeah, that should be an easy guess.” “Then why did you use two options?” the man questioned, squinting.

"I need the anatomy book you've got—full-on body display and the one murderers look for.." The man licks his lips, swallowing before seeming to open a secret drawer underneath his desk. "I know what you need; this book is named, 'How To Kill Like A Serial Killer,' and it's everything you're searching for, ma’am." I smile. "How much?" Two minutes later, I hurry to leave the bookstore. I ended up buying the goddamn book and some other anatomy book I’m obsessed with to keep me up all night and ignore Axel. These books will surely keep me from trying to kill Axel.