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“Was it a power play? To show me how unwanted­­— ” A jerk and push had me shaken to my vessels and I am suddenly inches above the ground dangling on his whim, my ass firm on Alessandro’s desk with his lips in touching distance. His blazing green orbs drilling in my lens sheathed eyes. All sagas of his brutality running past my eyes, I was befuddled that his fiancé was above him. I was bulldozed level treffied now; It was like even my blood was frozen. My eyes shone in anxiousness, I trust my lens disguised.

No matter what he asked, he didn't say anything, seemed to have gone crazy, just kept screaming in fear. "Hmm, slaughtering Fair State didn't kill Ren, what an assassin with rules." The man curled his lips slightly, forming a wild enchanting curve. Not killing people is part of the mission and letting the opponent witness the whole process, which is extravagant enough. “Continue to check.” “Yes.” Kento reverently retreated, silently sweating, for some reason the boss was interested in such a brutal assassin. --- ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ------ ----- --- H city airport, China.

I lunged, grabbing George’s still-warm corpse and hoisting it in front of me as a shield. Bullets tore through his lifeless body, the impact pushing me back, but I held firm. My arms shook under the weight of the dead man, the thick scent of blood filling my nose, but I gritted my teeth and waited for the moment. The second their magazines clicked empty— I moved. Dropping George’s body, I lunged forward, my blade flashing under the dim, flickering light. The first guard barely had time to react before I plunged my knife into his throat. A choked gurgle escaped him as he staggered, crimson pouring from the deep wound.

The smell of water and forest trees is driving me nuts. But then I felt like I wasn't alone. Before I saw him and his minions, I had walked right into the trap. They were here for my reckoning, but I was not going to be an easy kill. Before I could say another word, he grabbed me by the throat. While trying to stab me, I pushed him back, twisting his hand. I took the blade from him and buried the silver blade in his stomach, but then I felt the other assassins surrounding me.

Blood pumped out immediately,blade fell to his knees, clutching the bloody sword with both hands. “You brat!”. He roared, pulling out the swords forcefully from Blade's stomach. He dropped dead. The other assassins tried running away,but flying arrows from nowhere struck them causing them to slump,some died while some were on the floor, groaning in pain and agony. “Get a blaze phone,I'm getting my money back”. That was when it dawned on me that he came with his men,armed men at that. One stormed from nowhere and picked Blaze's phone from the floor,he handed it over to the alpha,who started scrolling through it.

I shook my head and increased my pace, trying to keep up with Edwin's long strides as he turned left. Soon enough, we were standing in front of a black mahogany door. He knocked on the door and waited. "Come in." A deep and low voice answered from inside. Shivers wracked my whole body and cleared my throat for the hundredth time this morning. The voice held so much authority and masculinity. "Alright, Miss Kayla. You may go in now. Mr. Marcello is ready to see you," Edwin announced, and I swallowed. Hard. I nodded my head and thanked him.

The assassin said coldly, "I kill only those who deserve it. I don't trouble the innocent." "You think you can kill me alone?" Chase asked, frowning. "I'm not alone," the assassin replied indifferently. At that moment, the space in the distance quivered as Chase's auras approached, carrying dreadful pressure. "What?!" The assassin's expression shifted dramatically. Without hesitation, he retracted his blade and fled. "You can't escape." Chase stepped forward, moving with such speed that he reached the assassin within moments. He blocked his path and swung his fist at the back of the assassin's head.

He pesters me as I struggle with myself to at least be able to wiggle my fingers. I hate him. I hate him so much. No particular reason as to why they want him dead? His words right now are enough reasons. What part made me this unconscious? Was it the hit? Or was it the fact that I cut myself? Was it my blood? I have bled one too many times. Aunt Kitra made sure I never had my trainings easy. “What is an assassin if you cannot fight the same death you have made your job?” He continues to pester me as he increases his pressure on my foot.

He lunged at me, his blade glinting in the moonlight, but I evaded his attack with a swift sidestep. My fist tightened as I seized the opening, delivering a crushing blow to his midsection with all my strength and speed which opened a hole in his chest. The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed through the forest as he crumpled to the ground, gasping for breath. Blood poured from his mouth, mixing with the dirt beneath him. I stood over his broken form, my chest heaving with exhaustion. His eyes met mine, filled with a mixture of defiance and defeat. With a cold, heartless smile, I leaned closer, my voice dripping with malice. "Your mission ends here, assassin. You should have stayed home

It sounded like an old man. Xasha drew his Storm Caller from his storage ring. The new storm caller's blade was no longer obsidian black. Now it was pearl white. The runes etched into the blade were different; they were much smaller and more perfect. He held it in his hand and was about to activate it. "Attack! Kill him and then kill that bitch inside the carriage too," The same old man shouted, he seemed to be the leader of these assassins.