My Status As An Assassin Obviously Exceeds The Heros Novels & Stories

I got to her in record time, glad that the car was an automatic as there was no way I would’ve been able to drive a manual transmission as well as our pressure on my stomach. “There’s been an ambush at the house. Machiavelli and his men as well as Jaime.” She didn’t give me a choice but to use my words. I’m more of a listener than a talker and in my line of work, that’s really important. I am an assassin, a fixer of situations, a ghost. I’m the one they call when things go tits up and can’t find a resolution.

It had sent them to their deaths! At once, the remaining assassins from the third zone backed away, looked at each other, and dared not step forward. Only a few assassins had reached the peak of the fourth zone. At this moment, their expressions were indifferent as they glanced at their dead companion on the floor with a disdainful smile. One of them was a tall, dark disciple with muscles all over his body, just like a gorilla. He stepped forward, squeezed his fists tightly together, laughed disdainfully, and said, “Very good. I didn't expect to meet my match. Your next opponent is me, and the 50 million bounty will be mine!”

“Someone explain to me why that name sounds like the apocalypse.” Lena studied her. “You’ve never heard of him?” “No.” “That’s actually impressive,” Lena said. Then she turned back to Arun. “He’s careful with his reputation.” Arun exhaled slowly. “Yes. He is.” Alina’s patience snapped. “Okay, enough mysterious silence. Who the hell is he?” Lena answered. “He’s the best assassin alive.” Alina frowned. “There are plenty of those.” Lena shook her head. “Not like him.” She stepped closer, her boots echoing softly on the concrete.

We locked the dungeon’s door and walked back toward the bedroom, making sure to walk in the shadows as we did, careful not to be seen. We entered the bedroom and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when we did, wrapping my arms around Iris and pulling her in for a hug. The two of us were yet to grieve over who was once the best assassin of her time. She was known for her strength, power, and purity. The idea of her betraying the way she did would have never occurred to my mind had we not lived through it, and seeing that she tried hitting two birds with one stone, and that one of those birds was Iris and I didn’t come as pleasing to me.

“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

“That infamous professional assassin?” “Yeah,” I nodded. It seemed Tynan was more well-known that I thought. “Why should I help you find him?” he sneered and looked down at me. “You can use dark magic and have people like you everywhere. It’ll be easy to find him. I won’t waste my resources to find an unimportant person.” “He would be unimportant if he’s a normal assassin, but he’s not normal anymore,” I told him. “What do you mean?” he asked with narrowed eyes.

“I told you I was not aware of her marital status until you mentioned it. Moreover it was just sex. She doesn’t want me like that. I also remember telling you it was…” I interrupted saying,“Because you were going through something.” I completed, the taste of jealousy and annoyance were acrid on my tongue. His expression morphed into that same one of pain and anger. “Tell me why you killed her.” His tone was all businesslike. “I’m an assassin, okay? It’s what I’m paid to do. It’s nothing personal, just business” I told him. I took my own beer from the table and chugged. “Yes, I know and that would not have mattered if…if…” He erupted into a short, bitter chortle. “Life’s fucked up.”

But if this man-boy, I hated calling him that, but I have yet to have him divulge a name, thinks he will live, he's sorely mistaken. Rule number one of being an assassin is to show no mercy. We learned, as kids, that if you show mercy, you get stabbed in the back. The weak get killed, and in our world, there is no time for weakness. That sounds totally laughable since we're both here pretending to basically be pussies. I hated this fucking shit. If it were up to me, I would've ended this all on the first night we were here. But oh no, Commander Rourke wanted us to play the long game.

I smiled then lay down beside him. Aris looked at me... "in my own defence, you were an assassin... so it won't be a surprise if you had a lot of exposure and I'm also sure, you must have had a lot of trainings and how to be the perfect assassin. So yeah, this is the only reason why you got to the top of the Mountain before me." "You know Aris you should just accept defeat and stop trying to make yourself better at the expense of me. I won you and that is it." I said happily hitting Arris squarely on his shoulder.

A never felt such a strong bloodlust before. Katara wanted to have a normal life, but once an assassin will always be an assassin. Once an enemy targets her, she'll hunt them. Not edited