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Zeke said glaring at me What's his fucking problem. I'm definitely trying to hold my self in and prevent my self from stabbing this office pin on his ass . Whimp! But something is wrong here "Wait!! I thought the killer doesn't operate during the day ?" I asked "So we thought this is what happens when the person in charge of the case let her guard down " shawn barked at me "Oh please how many times do I tell you it was urgent!!" I yelled Ok now I'm doing a lot of yelling

A beautiful yet deadly distraction. There is too much shit going on right now for me to be thinking of her. I can’t handle any more trouble. I pulled out my phone and dialed Kenneth’s number. Kenneth is the man I hire to get the job done outside my kingdom. No questions asked. All he does is kill the target and life goes on, but he has no idea he is working for Domenico Lombardi; all he knows is that I pay well. I know a little about him. He has a small mechanics shop and a daughter. Kenneth: Good day, boss,

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

Without thinking twice, he made a call to his assassin and waited impatiently whilst the phone rang. “Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!” “Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!” “Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring! Ring!” “Ring! Ring!……Hello Boss?!”, the voice rang out loudly in his ears. “Adam, I want you to deal with someone for me immediately! I want Alice Jet to be assassinated.”, Ken Li ordered him.

"You'll have to wait until-" "But I can't hold it anymore. May I remind you that you guys took me before I could even take a leak!?" I demanded. "I do not know who your Alpha is, but I swear I will tell him how rude you guys are to me! Have you heard of me? I am the all-powerful Killer Smile. If you guys don’t let me take a leak, then I swear I will unleash my mighty power against you!" The men in the car let out a loud gasped and the person who was driving suddenly hit the brakes. My head bumped into the seat in front of me, and I let out a series of curses.

“How about you tell me what pies he’s got his fingers in, then we’ll go from there.” “I’m not a fucking rat, and I’m not about to start now.” She smiled, flashing her straight teeth. “You are a rat, though. The only reason I came here was to get information from you. You mentioned something about those dealers getting killed. Are they yours?” “I have no comment on that. Even if they were, you don’t have a fucking thing to tie it to me.” “Lying by omission is still lying.” “Lying by omission is the only way to stay breathing,” I sneered, cutting her with a sharp glare. “The dealers that have been hit. I can tell you who’s been giving the orders.”

the man in the backseat blurted out, his voice trembling with a new level of fear. "What? What do you know about him?" Oliver demanded, twisting in his seat to glare at the prisoner. "He’s legendary and merciless underground hitman," the man stammered. "He’s a rogue Alpha, but he doesn't lead a pack. He just kills for the highest bidder. They say once he’s on a scent, he never stops until the target is dead." Oliver shifted his gaze back to me.

Compared to her glamorous fur coat and high heels, I probably looked filthy and pathetic in her eyes. She let out a quiet laugh, her tone full of contempt. "Are you the only driver who has made it through the mountain's 72 winding turns unharmed? Do you have any idea that the 50 million dollars I'm offering is enough to buy 100 lives like yours?" I said nothing and smoked in silence. The driver's side door opened, and Elias stepped out. His gaze swept across me. His expression was calm, but he still carried the same air of superiority.

“But didn't your client tell you to only kill one person? What if they get angry about you disobeying their orders and don't pay you?” The man with a scarred face paused for a second after hearing my words. I nearly breathed a sigh of relief, but didn't. After mingling with people like Mateo and other people who moved in the streets, I knew how these things worked. Contracted killers were often required to follow the client's instructions to the single word, or else they would be left to face the consequences for their actions. The man's eyes fell on me and then, Chyna. “Surely it can't be you they are trying to kill,” he muttered under his breath. “In this case, let me help them make a deci