Hitman Tv Series Novels & Stories

He gestured to his member to put the gun down and they did, he also told them to call an ambulance. “Stay awake for me. I have a few questions that I need you to answer before you passed out.” Greg, the head of DEA said. Jilly was familiar with him, he asked for a favor once and since then, she was off his radar. He had squatted down next to her and then he lifted her hands off the wound to check how bad it was. He nodded to himself after he checked the wound, pretty bad and it made him wonder what happened to her to get her in a situation like that. “What are you doing here, Julliane?” He asked again, but his eyes were busy checking her and her surrounding, trying to take a guess. The perfe

Expertly, civilian #3207 whipped up a meal and took a shower. While in the shower, the sound of running water woke the wounded guest. At first, the man couldn't understand where he was. Then again, it didn't take a genius to figure out what happened. Some poor naive civilian must have found him and taken him in. The civilian must be in the shower by the sound, and the hitman checked his gun. The bullets were still inside, and his phone was still working. It hasn't been that long from the time he was stabbed and the time he was saved. After the blood loss and the hellish pain of searing his flesh close, the hitman felt weak. Yet, there was unfinished business. His saviour must have seen the t

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

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

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

‘I am – I am – I am not lying. The brothers watched, bewildered by the inspector’s sudden change of demeanour. Jyoti’s face had turned white with fear. She started sobbing. Immediately, as if someone had opened the tap to a reservoir. The inspector settled back in his chair, his eyes glowing red with anger. ‘Do not play the farce of the wrongly accused. I have done my research before coming here. The flat belonged to Mr R Satish, the famous Telugu singer. He has a summer house here in Palampur and you were a live-in

"Sir, I am a professional hitman. The chances of me dying of old age in my bed are remote. I prefer that, should that happen, my wife and children not be left paupers." Mitch... "I see... And..." How do I ask this? His voice is dry. "And?" "When you leave your wife alone for so long... Her... affections..." His mouth quirks. "I don't ask." "And you...?" "She doesn't ask either." He takes a long draught of his coffee, half draining the cup. "Is this... giving you some insight?" "It is, Hickman. It is. Thank you... I'll admit, it's a surprise to me. I suppose I had you down as the stereotyped...um... hard man."

But, at the last part his face went pale. "Mr Hayes… Please Don't cancel it…!!" Haha, I have threatened her daughter's life and all he could hear was about his business. "GET OUT OF HERE… NOW…!!" With my shouting both of them ran away. Then my eyes fell into the nerdy who was watching me with fear. That's good… She should be afraid of me... "Whatever you thought, you have made the worst decision of your life by taking the position of your sister… And I will make you pay every day, every minute you are with me…!! For now, take a rest, Mrs Ava Hayes…!!" And I walked out of there

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

Alex commanded. "Don't tell me how to do my job. I've been doing this thing even before we came along and became friends. So I will do a clean job. All you have to do is just send me the money right now and we will get the job done. I'll send you the pictures of her dead after I'm done with the job." The Hitman replied over the phone. "Okay, this is what we will do. I will send you half of the money and when you are done with the tax I will send you the remaining balance. Is that okay with you? "Alex asked, waiting for his reply as to whether to send the money or not.