Novel & Cerita Hitman: Blood Money Missions

A few I didn’t need to know. A pair of Moroccan twins, mercenaries turned private arms dealers, stopped by first. They both shook my hand, spoke in code, and grinned before moving on to their table without delay. Right after them came Hassan el-Nouri, diamond trade king and quiet assassin. He greeted me with a brief embrace, one of his guards watching us like a hawk.

My target stood up, greeted them, and motioned for them to enter, but what I didn't expect to see when the man stepped into the light. Fuck that bastard, it’s him! He’s still alive! I could feel my nerves tingling with the desire to kill that piece of shit. I can't believe I'll be seeing him here on my mission. It had been a long time since then. If luck’s with me tonight, it looks like I’m hitting two birds with one stone. My attention draws back to my target when he grabbed the briefcase that the man was carrying and opened it. A bundled money. He directed that one of the boxes carried by the black-clad man be opened, and as I expected again, it was loaded with guns.

Sienna I key in the code, and the smell of blood hits me as soon as I step inside the room. Dante is slumped over once more, and when he looks up at me, a chill runs up my spine - his face is coated in blood. “Get me a first aid kit right now!” I say through gritted teeth and stalk towards Dante, who is now wearing a grin. “You have no authority-”

The middle aged one, walked over to the wallet, purse and the expensive Jewelry, bent over and picked them up while the other one made sure Liam and Kimberly didn't move by pointing his gun at them. "We are getting paid handsomely to take your life, sir." The young hitman bragged, grinning like a Cheshire cat behind the mask. Liam was shocked for a moment, but he didn't show it, instead he just remained calm as he asked, "Oh, is that so? Who is paying you?" Liam asked, glancing at Kimberly. "Now, why would we tell you about that?" The older one asked, as he opened Kimberly's purse and took out everything he could find valuable while he just threw the things he didn't find valuable away.

“What about the money? I’m not paying triple again after your last failure.” “Twenty million flat,” the hitman said, shrugging. “Half now, half after Elias is in the ground. And this time, my men won’t hesitate. Even if Damien is nearby, we’ll wait for the right moment.” I stopped pacing and turned to face him. “You swear this will work? If Damien even suspects I’m involved…” The hitman laughed. “Then you’re fucked, rich boy. But that’s why we’re being careful. We make the rival the scapegoat. You stay clean. Your father keeps loving his golden son, and you finally get rid of the bastard who’s been breathing down your neck.”

Just before I succumb to the darkness that pulls me, I hear it… “White hair. A gene of the moonblood line. Cursed. Prophecies surround them.” It’s a whisper in a foreign language. But somehow, I understand it. “The rest of them were killed. She’s the last of their kind, she must be killed.” And I succumb to the blackness. I don’t struggle, no, I go willingly. But just before my mind blanks, I make up my mind. When I wake up, I will leave Ashbane pack. I will run, and I will hide.

"My father had general anesthesia. How could he avoid it? You scum! You killed my father, and now you want to frame others?" He lunged at her with the knife and stabbed her repeatedly. Her blood splattered onto the face of Herman, who screamed and tried to bolt. The attacker grabbed him and sliced him in the back until the police arrived. They quickly subdued the man. Herman and Giselle were not killed. They were still breathing, though barely. The incident was streamed live online, causing a huge uproar. Everyone began defending Herman and Giselle. [I heard Dr. Fisher is a heart disease expert, and now his tendons have been severed. People waiting for heart transplants will be unable to get

I take the second guard’s access card and press forward. My footsteps are soft, my heartbeat steady. The hitman inside me stretches like a waking animal. Good. I need him. Another hallway, another pair of men. They don’t see me until my bullets tear through their skulls. One slumps against the wall, smearing blood like paint. The other falls backward into a crate of guns. A door slams open ahead—someone heard something. He fires blindly. I duck behind a pillar and shoot twice. Center mass. Head. The body falls forward.

“I’m going to kill you.” My shifting sent Joey and Anna into a spiral. “A white wolf. She’s a white wolf…” As expected from an Alpha, Joey was quick to snap back to reality. He gave Anna a nudge and shouted, “Run!” Joey put himself between us to cover Anna’s escape. There was no way I would let them get away with it. Blood must be paid with blood. I was right on Anna’s tail all the way to the street. Even on the broad street, she managed to lose herself in the heavy traffic.

It'll be too late until he reaches there. His heart stuttered. Was she going on a death mission? No! She couldn't fight alone against Alonso. No! No! No! Hunter was already running out of the mansion as he mind-linked Rasmus, Luca, and his warriors.