Hitman Books Novels & Stories

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

A better man would be wracked by how many times he had schemed a man's murder to his last gasp of a strangled breath, the sheer number of men he'd sent along on their way to Saint Peter—though more accurately it could be said he'd sent them along on their merry way to meet with Hades. He wasn't a better man. And it didn't fucking bother him. He was a VENETI. A hitman for the KASH MANCHESTER. The greatest hitman, damn it. Feelings and guilt didn't have any place in his life. Least of all over this fucker. He should have been more careful about who he tried to roll. The smooth of his tongue was pushed against his teeth as he shoved his gun into the back of his waistband, resting MIRO'S fucking

I mean if you’re going to hire someone to kill me at least hire someone of my own calibre, this is just insulting. Deciding to make quick work of things, I pull Crimson from my ankle strap, tilt his head forward and run the blade across his jugular. This fucker isn’t worth my time. I discard his body to the side and with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, I get up and turn my attention to Lowell. He looks like he’s shitting bricks. I move closer as I hear the sounds of Mr Hitman choking on his own blood. He’ll be dead soon. “I don’t know who you are, or who he is. Just please don’t kill me. I won’t say anything I swear,” he pleads. Using the butt of my gun I land a couple hard hits

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The hitman raised his gun, and a shootout erupted. Bullets flew through the air, hitting the crates and the walls, sending splinters of wood and metal flying everywhere. Liam and Mr. Park ducked behind the crates, returning fire. The hitman was a skilled shooter, and he managed to hit Mr. Park in the arm, but Mr. Park didn’t stop. He kept firing, his eyes fixed on Victor, on the man who’d taken his niece.

“ Plus, the only footage we got was your fucking ass at the door, taking the money and putting something on their hands!! So, don’t act all fucking innocent!” I sighed and lifted my head up to look at the ceiling. My eyes quickly went over to the fan that was spinning around and around. “ I never meant any harm to anybody.” I spoke calmly to them. “ It was just a regular night at the job.” My eyes went back to Ramirez and Kravis, who was standing there, looking at me. “ When I work there, I tend to keep my headphones on, blasting music while waiting for people to come up to me with their money and their hands extended.”

Survival was more than just pulling a trigger; it meant knowing when to pull it, who to aim at, and making sure they never got back up. Traitors hid behind expensive suits and fake smiles, knives ready to strike my back. But they forgot one thing: I played by the rules until someone played me dirty. And when they did, the retribution I served was tenfold. No one played me for a fool and lived. The cigarette had burned down to the filter. I crushed it into the ashtray, grinding it until the ember died. The tray wobbled on the edge of the table. My hand shot out to steady it, but the booze in my system dulled my reflexes. It tipped over, shattering into a thousand glinting shards.

I screamed, charging toward Amon's men. The glass cut through the air drawing a savage red line across one of his men's throats. Blood poured out, and his eyes instantly rolled in the back of his head. I was sure he was dead, but I wasn't leaving anything to chance. I raced toward him and plunged the glass into the man's heart. I screamed with bloodthirsty eyes as I ripped the man's heart out with my bare hands and bit into it. Viktor had one of Amon's men pinned to the floor and jabbed the stake in his heart. Then, he looked up at me with a giant smirk.

It wasn’t like her to be submissive, but knowing the situation that she was in; I couldn’t blame her. I pushed the trigger before Dante sensed our presence, Sienna screamed as she feared the sound of the gun. But Dante turned to face us as the bullet hit his shoulder “let her go, Dante” I looked at my cousin’s familiar face. The man has aged since we last saw him, and his exhausted features told us that he’s suffered over the years. But his eyes were as cold as the soldier he once was. The man was a fighter, soldier, and assassin. He was feared by all, and until he married Sienna, the man had nothing to lose. It seemed like he was back to that phase.

I’m used to dealing with the press but I've never seen them this aggressive and craving for information. I pushed the door open and the chill of the morning grazed through my skin. And like I fucking expected, the chaos increased. "Mr. De Marchi! Walk us through what happened?" "How were you and Ms. Santelli involved in a shootout?" "Mr. De Marchi! Is it true that your sister was a part of this kidnapping?" "Was it really a petty kidnapping or was it ransom?" I ignored their questions, walking straight to my car as a huge man followed suit behind me. When the doors shut and I turned on the engine, dashing without giving any shit that they would be literally eating my dust. They deserved it.