Romance Books With Assassins Novels & Stories

Personal squabbles weren't supposed to get intertwined with work. This did not just intertwine with work. It brought the goddam Japanese mafia along with it. “I had no idea they were…” I began but Vincent cut me off. “But you should know. These are the things I pay you to know.” His eyes darkened. “I'm sorry Boss.” I figured the best course of action was to apologize and find a way forward but he wasn't having it. “Here's what I don't understand, Luca. Why does my most skilled, experienced and trusted assassin walk into a random casino and execute six men?”

I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his eyes on me, searing into my skin like fire. “Funny, isn’t it?” he continued, his voice soft but dripping with venom. “You, a trained assassin, a master of deception, thought you could fool me.” I flinched, the words slicing through me. He chuckled, low and dark, the sound reverberating in my chest. “I knew, Sabrina,” he said, and the casual certainty in his voice made my stomach drop. “I knew from the moment you walked into my world with those wide, defiant eyes and that desperate little plan of yours.”

"Cassandra Roglas isn't just a Roglas. Her mother was Maria Santoro." Rafael went still. "Santoro? As in..." "The Santoro family. Yeah. They went dark eight years ago after some internal war. Everyone thought they were wiped out." "Maria Roglas was Maria Santoro." Rafael's mind raced. "That means Cassandra is...." "Heir to the Santoro fortune. And whatever they were protecting." Rafael looked toward the bedroom where Cassandra was locked. Suddenly, the pieces were falling into place. The assassination attempts. The interested parties. The desperation.

Chapter 14: Stacks and Sin Cassandra’s POV “Alexander, someone could walk down this aisle any second,” I whispered urgently, my back pressed against the tall library shelves in the dimly lit basement stacks. My short skirt was already bunched around my waist, panties dangling from one ankle. He didn’t care. His tall, athletic body pinned me there, one strong hand covering my mouth while the other shoved three thick fingers deep into my soaked pussy. His hazel-green eyes burned into mine in the low light.

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There was no need to confront him until I gathered enough evidence to take him out myself or report him to the Volturi. "I know what I'm doing, Samuel," I assure him. The throng of vamps at the entrance parted as we approached. I could hear their whispers and subtle ruminations about my decision to have the she-wolf. Not everyone was pleased I'd bought her, but again, not everyone would be pleased with everything I did no matter how good. "I feel like Jax has something to do with the latest assassination conspiracy. The she-wolf is his bait." Samuel's aqua-colored irises widened. I could feel the mental clocks clogging the puzzle into place. "No wonder he was pressing you so bad to attend th

Asha was a Beta and normally trained on the other side of the training field with the rest of the pack, unlike Layla who trained alone with Adrian because she was trained for a specific purpose. Ever since she could remember, Blake had made sure that she was trained by his best warriors, trained to be an assassin. From the time he had rescued her as a child, Blake told her how her entire family had been murdered by the Alpha of the Black Water Pack, Seth Black Water. Both her parents, along with the rest of her pack, had been slaughtered and wiped out by Alpha Seth and the Black Water Pack and Layla had sworn to take revenge for her parent’s deaths. She had trained for the last ten years for

Ashley stood there with her head bowed. She was still there trying to form something up when a hand yanked her towards the elevator. Immediately they entered the elevator, Frederick shoved her and she slam her back on the wall of the elevator. He then came forward towards her and grabbed her by the neck.. raising her body to his eye level. " You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?"

But I didn't, not when all I was focused on as she started to circle the edge of my desk, was bending her ass over my desk and screwing my self into her body and soul, leaving her wrecked only to fix her back together. Kayla walked between me and the desk, the smell of orange blossom and vanilla filling my nose as she lifted her ass onto my desk, legs dangling just in front of my knees. "If this is what it'll take to stop you from breathing down my neck, then sure." she said softly. Locking her eyes with mine, she slipped her sandals off her feet, her tits spilled over her dress in the process, giving me more than an eye-full of her pale, milky tits.

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.