Hitman Synonym Novels & Stories

he asked " Do I have to tell you?? Not like you are human or something " She said and he chuckled " You must be hungry,," He asked " No am not,,what about you?" " My hunger is not of food,,," Luther said and her best skipped a beat " You are scared of becoming a witch?? If I mate with you?? " Luther asked " What's mate?? You mean make love with me??" " It's called mate,,,okay,,make love with you " Luther corrected himself and she nodded

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.

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

"Fine. I'II hear you out, but make it quick." He made a sound like a dying bed, as he rubbed lightly at the back of his neck. "Metaphor is a group of talented hitmen. We would never hurt an innocent person. They only operate based on my orders, and I didn't even give any instruction." Ashley starred at him, not sure if that's the big explanation or another is to come. But when she get's no further explanation, she blinked confused. "And you expect me to buy that?"

"A fixer is someone who men like myself employ to do their dirty work. In my opinion, only cowards used them but you would be surprised how many men in my world preferred not to get their hands dirty " "You're saying that my father is like some sort of hitman?" "Not a hitman. A fixer. There’s a difference between the two. A hitman is a tool, a killer for hire if we're speaking bluntly. A fixer, on the other hand, cleans up messes. They tie up loose ends and ensure nothing gets traced back to the person that hired them.” I take a step back, shaking my head, "No, you said my father murdered your brother"

“I beg people,” Katherine replied which get a raised eyebrow from Kook. So, she just shrugged her shoulder. “I went to Marcus’ house and the guard told me where you might be.” “I never went there.” “People like you,” Katherine corrected herself and Kook goes confused. Does that suppose to be praise or an insult? “What does that mean?” He scrunched his face at his wife. “Means people who work and do dirty things. People who like to brawl and fight,” she tried to explain it to him. “Did you come to Marcus?”