Hitman Novels & Stories

[Antagonist] ADRIAN’S POV: I stared at the body of one of my best hitmen, struggling to contain the anger that threatened to rip me apart. Darryl. That was his name. A marksman who was known for his efficiency on the gun, Darryl had made a name on the dark streets of the underworld in Cleveland. The stories that followed him were immense. They said he could shoot from any angle. Darryl, they said, could duck a bullet without even flinching. Darryl “the hitman” had once shot an opposition’s bullet with his own bullet before proceeding to finish them off.

I said as I clicked the gun ready to unload every bullet in his hardened heart. Someone used something to hit my hand and when I fired, it did not get Rarf in the head but in his stomach. This will not be able to take him out but I have to solve the situation behind me first. It was Inizio it has to be. I connected my elbow with his face making me hold his face, yelling out in pain. I will make him suffer, he has no right to die.

Hugo said, tossing the brass. Dominic walked over, his eyes scanning the charred bodies of his men. "What do you see?" "Center mass, headshots. Clean," Hugo stood up, shoving the brass into his pocket. "Professional work. No hesitation. They didn't even give our boys a chance to scream." Dominic looked at the bullet holes in the wall, his jaw tight. "Tokyo standards," Dominic muttered, his voice dropping. "Yamaguchi-gumi," Hugo nodded. "Takahashi sent his top-tier hitters. He’s spitting right in your face, Dom."

“But there are levels to this game, Henrique.” I took a step forward. “Return the shipment you hijacked. Or be ready to be torn alive.” Henrique spat on the ground near my boot. He laughed, taunting me. “Go on. I dare you. Do your worst.” I tilted my head. “As you wish.” I didn’t even have to signal. The clearing erupted into a total disorder. Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air.

Sloan yelled. I smirk, “order in my court.” The Judge slammed her table. “Order.” She slammed again, prompting him to sit down. “You can continue Ms. Cynthia.” “Thank you, your honor.” I walked over to my table and took out a picture. “This is the picture of the hitman, his name is Sergei Romanvov!.” I showed the picture and also had it shown on the big screen. “He is afflicted with the Russian Mob.” There were slight screams everywhere.

I slam my fists on the table, sending a few items scattering on the floor. " Did I miss some fun? Who was under the mercy of his highness? " Gino asks, excitement dancing at the corner of his lips. As my hitman, Gino gets excited at the sight of blood. Anywhere that violence exists, that's his favourite position. "You missed nothing, asshole. Concentrate. " Hugo reprimands him with a glare.

“Ah, shit.” “You really don’t know her but you’re up against her. That’s a bold move, Luciano.” The red-haired guy got up from his seat and storm out of the room furiously. Cayne could feel they were wavering. He couldn’t understand why he would take revenge without preparing himself thoroughly. Cayne sighed and drop his head back on the chair. He wished that she would just warn him beforehand, so he wouldn’t feel too pressured and surprised. He put up a fight at first but gave up when they knocked him up.

ller) Anita: Are you the hitman my friend told me about? Hitman: Yes Anita: In that case, I need you to do one simple job Hitman: What is it? Anita: (she shows him a picture of Paris) I want you to ki!l this woman Hitman: Paris Smith? Anita: You know her as well? Hitman: Yeah, the daughter of Mr Smith, a popular baker here in Azrael Anita: Yes, I want you to shoot her d€ad, Infact I don't even care what you do, Just make sure you k!ll her, I want her DEAD, I'll pay you any amount, Just do what you know how to do best.

My uncle didn't have power when he was in control but after his death, he got them all; power, wealth and even his asshole was enlarged not literally. I've been trying to find the infamous hitman so that I can end him for good but it was impossible until he killed one of my friends. He ended the life of the third best weapons' dealer, Jeremy, and unknowingly grabbed my attention. If he hadn't made that kill, I would've never found out where he was or who he was. Alessio Romano. Jeremy was the one who would supply me with the weapons I needed. When he died, I hacked into his mansion's footage and saw how he was killed by the Alessio who carelessly revealed tha

Eden said and shot the man in the shoulder. The man fell to the floor screaming and Eden walked up to him, pressing down on the wound eliciting more pain from him. "Don't underestimate me, asshole." Eden said and pressed harder; the man was screaming in pain, but no one would hear him. "W-who are y-you?" The man barely got out and Eden smiled a sinister grin. "I told you, death. But to be more specific, I've been sent to kill you and I always fulfil my orders." Eden said and stabbed the man in his other shoulder.