Order Killer Novels & Stories

Connor asked. “I can’t… I… fuck.” He slipped to the floor, his back against his desk. “We have to strike… it’s been… order’s been given.” “Strike? Strike who?” “Wufferman.”

I looked up to get an explanation from Omar but he didn't give any. "Sign it." "No, sir. I didn't just wake up and pretend to be a whore to attempt killing Leo Vance on my own terms, I followed your orders." He really couldn't be doing what the man had just told me about outside. "Leo will still kill you anyway, do a good deed before you die and take the blame for it." Omar shrugged."Signing this and accepting to doing this on your own is the only way to have the federal level aid in your protection against Leo."

I asked and his eyes drifted toward the sky. "My father was Hayes Uriah." He said emotionlessly and my heart sank in my chest. His father was classed as not only the Mafia Leader, but a mass murderer as well. Everyone knew him. And everyone knew that his son killed him. And I'm sure that everyone knew his son. Everyone but me, that was. "You killed your father?" I asked and he nodded, his eyes falling back onto me. "Why?" I questioned further and took a shape breath. "Doesn't matter." He replied, "You're looking at me the way everyone else does."

I gritted out. “Ahh you see,” Oliver sighed, leaning on the table with his hands interlocked on the table. “We assassins, which I’m pretty sure you’ve found out by now, have a rule. Never to disclose the name of the person who gave us the task.” he shrugged his shoulder and leaned back in his chair. “And what if I force it out of you?” I eyed William who was standing closely behind Olivier and he took a step forward getting my hint. Olivier’s face turned hard in a second.

I am not the chosen executioner of the nature, I just paved my way hard enough to reach this position and claim the victory as mine. We are almost there, though. Almost there, we only need to find the Erebus hidden warriors and own every pack that turn their allegiance to Alpha Vladmir and when that happen, every damn pack will show their submission to us. To the Tri-Alpha. We’re almost there and I won’t let him, not even my own brother makes me stop from reaching that victor. I am Alpha King Lucas Haze, the executioner of the Tri-Alpha and no one can stop me from reigning. No one. No one.

"He’s forgotten that the world is a very large, very vengeful place." "Who are you thinking of, Boss?" Martin asked, leaning in. "The Russians? The Cartel?" "No. They’re businessmen. They can be bought. They’d sell me to Bane for a percentage of the shipping lanes before I could finish my pitch." “That’s true, Boss” I sat back down, my mind racing through the list of the dead and the exiled. "I need someone who doesn't care about the money. I need someone who breathes for the sole purpose of watching Bane Valak’s world burn. Someone who has been waiting for a crack in the armor."

Ophelia claimed that they died by accident. But now… Now my chest felt like it was splitting open. “You’re saying…” My voice cracked violently. “You’re saying they were murdered?” Kael lowered his head slowly. “Yes.” Silence. Pure silence. I could not breathe properly anymore. Marten’s hand tightened around my arm as though anchoring me to reality itself. “Who ordered it?” he asked darkly. Kael’s eyes lifted again. “Ophelia Houston.” The words shattered something inside me completely.

“He was also the one who told me. That kid was singled out at the auction by someone domineering and ruthless, and before long, he was sold off.” A sudden heaviness settled in my heart at the mention of Derrick Kwok. I had heard that name before; he was a notorious figure in the black market, known for trafficking those who had lost their identity and were left vulnerable. This revelation complicated matters significantly. A wave of helplessness washed over me, but it was quickly overshadowed by a surge of anger and determination.

I pull away from Camille, who immediately looks worried when I grab the phone. When I glance at the home screen and see it's Zakh calling, I answer straight away and get off the bed. "Hey," I say first. "Sorry to call so late. We got the guy who killed the dealer, and it seems like he's the one who's been watching us." "Who is he?" "An asshole who works for the Triad. One of their trackers and assassins." "Triad?" "Yes, looks like they're involved somehow. He had pictures on his computer." He pauses for a beat. "Pictures of you and Camille. And old pictures of your mother."

The woman hurried to sign for the package, and I slipped toward the exit. By the time she turned around, I was already standing outside. “Ma’am, I can’t complete this order today. I’ll file an incident report with the app. If you really need pet care, please place a new order with clear details.” I left immediately. At the time, I thought it was just a weird mix-up. I had no idea that from the moment I stepped into that mansion, I was already being targeted.