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Reg said to Ashley as she was on the call, and Ashley nodded at her in response. She was relieved because she was not sure she could have the conversation she was about to have in front of her, and she felt like walking away when it was obvious she was talking to a man would raise suspicions. "Two of our assassins were murdered last night in New York. We are not sure if there are any connections yet or if someone found out about them, but we have been taking precautions to ensure everyone's safety and know if this was an attack or just a coincidence." Jacob said.

He was disgusted whenever he was reminded of it because the hitmen in the register must have slaughtered countless lives. Matthias felt his scalp tingling as he had never expected to run into such an onerous situation. It was indeed tricky to deal with killers. After all, the skills Matthias had were meant to confront the enemy head-to-head. However, assassins usually had a variety of ambushing skills and it was difficult to deal with the enemy when they were attacking in the dark. As such, Matthias couldn’t ensure if he would be able to protect Zayne.

“Normally, I would hand an assignment to whichever handler had the best suited assassin. This particular target calls for all hands-on deck.” I dropped the file onto the table, letting the image of Rory slide out just enough to be seen. The handlers were professional, they quickly replaced their confused glances with blank expressions. It wasn’t unusual that we would have to eliminate one of our own, but Rory was unique. “As some of you may be aware, one of our own was murdered.” I paused to gauge how my words were being received. “Selene was our top assassin.” “You can’t really be insinuating that Rory killed her.” One of the female handlers scoffed. “They were too close for something like

I shouted, but I was a breath too late. The knife buried itself deep into his side, the sickening sound of flesh tearing punching through the chaos. Declan’s cry ripped out, raw and sharp, as blood began to soak his shirt instantly. “Declan!” I lunged toward him, but two more attackers rushed me. I swung, knocking one back with my elbow, barely avoiding the second’s strike. My arm caught the edge of the blade, pain searing up my flesh. Nikolai’s gun barked in sharp, precise bursts. Two assassins went down. Another came at him from behind, but he twisted, slamming the butt of his gun into the man’s skull before firing point-blank.

It was the most beautiful, horrifying thing I’d ever seen. And God help me, I wanted to touch them. “You’re… you’re a vampire,” I whispered, my hand reaching out before I could stop myself. My fingers brushed his chin, my thumb ghosting over the edge of one sharp tooth. Marcus didn’t move. He let me touch him, his breath coming in hot, heavy drags. “I’m an assassin, Noah. I was raised to be a weapon. I’ve killed more people than you’ve had board meetings. And right now, every instinct I have is telling me to run before I ruin you.”

"We are setting a trap for him. Up till now, we don't know why he has been killing our members but if there is one thing we are sure of it is that one of the objectives is to set fear into our hearts. That is why his next prey is going to be a trap. So far he has only been killing maids from the kitchen and our soldiers. We know the range of ages he has chosen and I want you to release all the soldiers at the borders from their duty and invite them all to the party. Place only six maids in the kitchen and none of them should know of the mission. Finally, ask 12 warriors who took the blood oath to be around the pack house and one of them will be Arden," "So what is the plan?"Aslan asked. "Our

And now only less than then assassins are left standing. One of the assassins took off its mask. It is a middle aged man. A man familiar to me. "El Morte," I said under my breath. It is the name of the guild. And the man who took of his mask is one of their first class assassins, Franco. I know him because we once fought but he escaped when he got severely injured. Didn't know he actually survived that. "Isn't it ironic? Werewolves are very strict when it comes to morality, and yet you are with an assassin from House of Spades?" Franco said playfully as his eyes drifted to me.

I didn't remember what I was like before the accident, but I was sure I wasn't a flowery girl with hearts and unicorns spilling out of my eyes. From the guns and knives hanging on racks in my weapons place, I was definitely hardcore and gritty. Female assassins didn't wear dresses with sweetheart necklines or dinner dresses with pencil heels, not unless they were undercover and wanted to fool someone. No!

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.

“Who are you guys trying to kill? Even I, the second on the killer list, can’t do it. Why do you need to get so many people here? You even employ the killer who’s first on the killer list?” They obviously felt that the people in front of them were too over the top. They have killed many people and some of them were real masters. However, most of the time, these assassins worked alone and this was the first time so many important assassins from the killer list gathered at the same place.