My Status As An Assassin Novels & Stories

I am not going to ask how he got my number because I know he has been keeping tabs on me for a while now. According to my investigation, he is an assassin. The best in the criminal world and he doesn't work for anyone. You pay him to eliminate someone and after he's done, that is that. You resume being strangers. I don't know why he didn't kill me either. Godfather must have been so pissed. He had a scorpion tattoo though, and that is not supposed to be taken lightly. "Why did you call Massimo?" I say with a tired sigh. He is wasting my time.

“Walk away now, and I won’t kill you. Go back to Calvin and tell him he’s a coward for not facing me himself.” “He’s paying me a lot of money for your head,” the assassin said. “A king’s bounty, that could change my life. I could give up this life. Maybe buy a farm somewhere.” He laughed. “Or I would, if I didn’t like my job so much.” “Last chance,” Grayson said. “Turn back now.” “Says the fish in a barrel,” the assassin said. “The man in the cage.” He eyed me. “Though maybe I could have some fun first. You wanted to seduce this one, yes? I could show you how it’s done before your end.”

" He reprimanded me and told me to get out of the car as soon as possible. “Ah sorry sir!” I said and immediately got of the car and went back to get inside the driver seat. I instantly started the car and drove away from the hospital parking lot. Unknown POV "Wait, what did you say?! " I pestered him again, hoping to confirm that what I had heard was correct. "The assassin failed to assassinate Mr. Dhruv Ugo Mace, and our assassin was also slain in the operation," he reported to me again. “What?! You said the assassin you hired was the greatest, but instead of executing that jerk, he was the one who died?! " I demanded an explanation for what had occurred aggressively.

He had no choice but to watch himself get dragged to the bathroom. Due to his special identity and the fact that he still had a gun on him, the assassin did not dare to call for help and turned his head to stare at Hunter. He muffled his curses and said, "You've got the wrong f*cking person, right? I don't even know you. If you know what's good for you, let go of me and don't seek your own death. If not, I'll shoot you!" Hunter just smiled calmly and said, "You'll put the gun down!"

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

Alssandro Leone Romano James Mathews hung up and rounded his shoulder to get rid of the fatigue he now had. He is my Vice-President, henchman, undertaker, right-arm man. Despite his age and charisma, he was an ice-berg. A cruel callous bastard. Though he looked pristine and refined to the nines he had more blood on his hands than I did. We always had hired hands but this sadistic sicko liked to get his hands dirty. He took a pussy, disposed of it. He took a dime, impenitently.

For a moment, hope blossomed in my heart. "That's your name, right?" Squeezing my eyes shut, I swallowed hard. The hope that had sprung in my heart had just withered. The next group of words that he uttered sent a spark of fury rushing through my very being. "Give up." "What?" I snapped, turning to look at him. He let out a shaky breath and winced. "I'm no longer the Keegan you used to know. I am an assassin. I don't care about whatever feelings you have for me. You are lucky to have survived. I don't make mistakes. I simply kill."

In a small dark alley, a young man clutching his wound tried to run away. His face was now pale. Looking carefully, he also had a cobra-shaped badge attached to his shirt, indicating he was part of an assassin organization. He was once a top-level super assassin, completing tons of difficult missions and holding an extremely high status within the organization. Again, an assassin like him has a very high ability to adapt to any situation. But today, it was true that he could not adapt to this situation.