Order Killer Novels & Stories

“Oh my God.” “What is it, Anya?” I demanded. She looked at us, her face pale with disbelief. “It’s a kill order,” she said, her voice a shocked whisper. “Bianchi just gave a kill order to his top assassin.” “Is the target me?” I asked, my body tensing for a fight. “No,” Anya said, shaking her head slowly. “The target isn’t you. It’s Rico Valenti.”

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

Killer says and I know I show my shock when I look at him and the sneer way, he says it. “He’s your brother.” I point out the obvious since nobody else wants to. “Kylie is my sister, Vincent WAS my brother on condition he didn't fuck my sister.” Killer's voice is cold and I sense the presence of the ghost as he glares at me. “Right.” I say staring at him, a silent agreement passing between us. “Okay, we take him out if we have to, or whatever they need us to do. The money is already deposited and your orders for this is from National, nobody besides us in this room are to know of this, understand,” River says.

After handing the plates over to some nurses, I went back to the room but just as I held the door handle and was about to push in, I heard Phil say, "We've identified the person who shot you. His name is Karl Leadman, a twenty seven years old assassin from Rome who under the orders of some Viktor Soktos, the head of an underworld gang, the costa Nostra, an Italian mob, who was sent to kill a certain Mariano and bring him to justice for the deaths of the Lorenzo brothers, Luciano and Marco Lorenzo." I gasped. Oh my God.

When I went through the statements of the victims and offenders in the murder case of my brother, I realised something shocking. That my eldest brother, Olivier, has run away from home and joined the DarZ group as enforcer. He never returned home and soon got promoted as Underboss by Alden Mcadam. However when Alden found out that his trusted man, Olivier, was the elder son of his enemy, he ordered his assassination without knowing anyone. Even my father found out after years of his secret investigation on Oliver's death. My mother is still not aware of the truth and thinks that she died during the mission.

As Duke Oliver read them, it was actually a kill order, from the Queen Romella herself, complete with her royal stamps on it. “...Looks like now, they wanted me dead……thank you…for your gesture of goodwill, Mr.Mephis…I Supposed…like I have heard A.C.I.A…is as always remarkable..but to be able to kill these many assassin on your own…that is something even me cannot achieved….”.(Duke Oliver Gust)

Oliver ordered him, but it didn't break him. "I...I can't..." He replied hesitantly. He loved his business more than his life and didn't want all those dark secrets to come out, for they could destroy everything. "I'm asking one last time... WHO IS IT!!?" Oliver lost his temper. The man on the gunpoint stayed quiet and didn't even move a little. He lowered his head and just waited for his death. "Sorry then..." Oliver said one last time before he pulled the trigger. The bullet went into his head, causing immediate death. Oliver didn't even flinch or have a disturbed expression on his face after killing that guy.

“Who cares? I believe your God must be laughing at you now.” “He is a forgiving God.” “Let's first continue our game. Your other best friend.” “Who? The cardinal or my cousin?” "No." “Who will be the second?” “Third?” The phone rang. The killer answered it. “I'm almost done. He would soon die a pain-free death. But we're playing games right now so please. I need to interrogate him first. He will soon surrender his knowledge about it. I'm certain about it.” "How sure are you? He's senile so how could he still remember where he placed it?"

As though she did it for that reason, she tried to sound tough and inapprehensive. William chugged the beer, without looking at Iris he answered, “I was the one who ordered that officer killed.” “What!?” Iris exclaimed, her heart dropped to the floor and quickly realizing she overreacted a bit but William didn’t seem to be surprised. “He was getting at you,” he answered, throwing a glance with a sly smile. “I ordered him to be killed not by the name of the police, but by the name of your fucking lover, Detective Anderson.”