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The assassin has shown almost everything he wants every normal human to possess; respect, compassion, conscience, love– both fatherly and couple-wise, and a bit of courage. Even though the assassin tried to kill him, he is unable to kill him at this point. That is the difference between a heartless killer and a God! Gods show compassion while killers are just like devils; they only know how to kill and destroy. That is the work of their master, it is their work too. He takes a deep breath and nods to himself before looking down at him. "On one condition, I'll let you off this time."

She asked, confused. " They are low level assassins and I hired them according to the money you gave to me. Those high class assassins are lethal, cunning and very dangerous. They are very good with their jobs and corporate easily but there have to be someone who will appear superior to them else. They will take advantage of their temporary boss and make the deal 70-60 instead of 50-50," He calmly explained. Ariana nodded then went silent as she fell into a deep thought. "You know what?" She suddenly asked.

The man looked at her with annoyance. "I'm an assassin too," she whispered in his ears and his eyes widened. She grabbed the butcher's knife and put it against his neck. She held his shoulders to keep him from moving. "You've tried to kill the infamous assassin, strong enough to defeat your boss. At first I had no idea who he was, but it clicked," she murmured. "His skills were far greater than anyone else, and closely matched mine. I was dying to meet him but he didn't think a woman could be so strong," she started off before scoffing at the thought.

I almost bristled at the filth in front of me, but I didn't let it show. Assassins. They were known for their cruelty. They had no rules, no code they lived by. They would take any job, no matter the species, gender, or age. You would only go to them if you truly hated your enemy and wanted them to suffer before they died. And someone sent them after me. The good news, they didn't play well with others. That meant they were alone. Instead, I tried to hide my gulp. His slimy smile only grew as he saw my throat bob.

Since it was inevitable that he had to pay, the least he could do was get Jada to pay half of the fee. Jada smiled and understood what Easton was trying to say. She replied, "Sure. Let's toast!" They raised their glasses and made a toast. After that, Edward continued, "Severin is not weak. A normal assassin is not going to be able to kill him. We need to hire at least a higher rank assassin. I know the assassin in the killer organization is ranked by their stars. Those who have more stars are more powerful. Of course, more expensive too!"

I arched an eyebrow in response, sensing the lingering reluctance of my proud pack members to accept outsiders, particularly those who attacked them, guiding their training. Blake remained stoic, unperturbed by my pack member's blatant disapproval. On the other hand, Idris couldn't hide his irritation, his features marred by annoyance. "I will first give you a simple introduction before going to the demonstrations." "The art of assassination takes on a mysterious and fascinating form. It's not merely about stealthily ending someone's life, it's a complex blend of cunning, precision, and the harnessing of supernatural abilities," although he was irritated, Idris religiously explained.

“Jesus! That kid never runs out of energy, does he?” A chuckle escapes my lips at his amazement. “Connor is definitely in a league of his own.” Declan looks down at his feet then back at me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looks nervous. Licking my lips, I lift my knees to my chest, wrap my arms around them and take a deep breath. “What are you?” I ask the question that has been niggling in the back of my mind since she showed up at the mansion. His brow quirks, but he maintains an even expression. “What do you mean?” Puffing out a breath, I throw back the covers and rise from the bed. “Wow,” I mutter out in disbelief. “Are we really going to play this game, Declan? Well, let me brea

“Thank you for helping me protect my wife. I owe all of you.” The men vow their heads in acknowledgment before they make their way to their vehicles. Maleah remains quiet on the way home, which worries me a little. I killed men in front of her. I just hope that she can move past this. The life of an Assassin isn’t an easy one.

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

I paused as they all bowed in unison in acknowledgement of the vice Lord. "Unlike the normal mafias, we don't need different ranks and rank names. My rules and settings are single, which are: under me is the vice Lord, and under the vice Lord is the one hundred and ninety-nine of you who will be the high-ranking assassins, and under you guys are the two thousand assassins. But remember, I will be picking one of the two thousand assassins to complete you as what I need is complete two hundred Senior assassins under the vice Lord. But don't think that you have been made assassins and your rank can't be stripped from you because if ant if the two thousand assassins were to be stronger than any