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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.

A ripple of distorted air shattered like broken glass, revealing a figure dressed in form-fitting, midnight-grey silk. The Assassin. He held a blade of pure, condensed shadow—a weapon designed to sever the soul rather than the flesh. The tip of the blade was less than an inch from Scarlett’s spine, stopped entirely by Caleb’s bare, silver-tattooed hand gripping the lethal edge. The shadow-blade hissed, trying to eat through the Lycan's flesh, but Caleb’s Alpha Qi fought back, boiling the shadow into harmless black smoke. "You missed," Caleb growled, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that made the metal floor grumble.

He throws the body of the attacker off me like he's flinging a paper doll. They fly across the room and crash into the wall, the purple blade skittering across the floor. Tristan storms in and I hear the growl that rips out of his throat, "You picked the wrong fucking night." The assassin doesn't waste a beat. They sprint for the balcony. I watch the blade whizz through the air, pulled by an unnatural force, like a boomerang returning back into the attacker's hand. I scramble up, "Don't let her escape!"

But he was close. Too close. I had to move faster. *** Later that night I went to the mattress and retrieved the blade. It was small but razor sharp. The metal caught the light faintly as I tested the weight in my palm. It wasn’t for attack, it was a message for something. A promise. The assassin was in play. But there was no timeline. No plan yet. Just that question: "Are you still willing?" A breeze drifted through the window crack. The fireplace has burned to low embers.

That was not the frosty chill of ice but a more ominous, spectral cold, as if they were phantoms whose very presence stirred no breeze. Yehooda Ninjutsu! The only sound was the whisper of their weapons slicing through the air, two sleek and lethal short blades in their grasp. "Ladonna, take one, I'll handle the other!" Raimundo sprang into action, his moves sharp and decisive, striking with pinpoint accuracy. His fist connected with what seemed like a mere shadow, but it was the real deal, sending one of the assassins stumbling back. As the assassin retreated, blades flickered in and out of existence, striking Raimundo's arm and ringing out like steel on steel—a testament to his ironclad phy

Dustin’s aura caused everyone to stir uneasily. The night sky was speckled with stars. They could see everything clearly. Dustin was like a demon unleashed. He turned the night into one of blood-soaked misery. He reached out to strike, and one of the assassins was surprised. The blade in his hand seemed to be summoned by some unknown, powerful force, and it left his grip. The blade landed in Dustin’s hand. In the next moment, the blade flashed toward him. There was a sharp hum of a blade, and the assassin died.

I retorted. “There are many ways to kill. Brute force doesn’t equate to all of them, not even many. Death was my job, and I found it worked best when you had the element of surprise. Assassins prefer a silent, clean kill. Blood and gore is extra.” He tried a smile, but his eyes were far away and hollow.

In the private room with her, I could see her whole body trembling when I touched her like she hadn’t been touched in years. Just as she was about to press the drink to her lips, my handler, Silas, spoke to me through my AirPods to pause the mission I immediately took the glass from her and poured the contents over my chest, and she thought it was part of the act, not knowing she almost drank herself to her own death. Just in case Silas needed me to complete the job subsequently, I left a card with my number on it and with how harsh her breathing was and the desire in her eyes, I doubted it would go unused

Would be use as an evidence. Back then as an assassin, I always made sure I destroy every proof that I have. Every single one of them, I don't ever leave any trail or something that could stand as a weapon against me. I am always careful. There was this particular book that caught my eye, is actually the title that piqued my interest... The book title is, *The kidnapping of five kids.* This is so gross, killing people wasn't enough, he actually... Kidnapped kids! My father is a real psycho.