Hitman Tv Series Novels & Stories

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 second later, the lights flickered back on. Both of them blinked against the sudden brightness while rain continued crashing loudly outside the apartment windows. Damian let out a breath. “Okay. Storm. Cool. I was mentally preparing for a serial killer standing behind the shower curtain.” Quinn laughed softly, her forehead resting briefly against his shoulder. “You watch too many horror movies.” “I profile murderers for fun, Quinn. My brain isn’t healthy.” The warmth between them returned almost instantly after that. Easier now somehow. Familiar.

“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.”