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I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

Her untied, long, straight, midnight black hair are laid beside her shoulder and it gave a faint glow as it imitate the clear beam of the bright moon in each strands. Gazing at the moonlight always takes her back of how the moon always guided her with its light through the night. It's always heartwarming to thought of those memories of how the moonlight touched her eyes with beauty. It's beautiful but also a painful burden, since it also reminds her of her parents and how she always stain its guiding light. In every assassination she does, a pool of crimson blood always will be formed, and the moon illuminated it with its crystal clear shine. It will always highlight the bloody pool of crims

How pathetic. I remember the first time I made her kill someone. A smirk forms on my lips as I recall the details of the encounter. It was a life or death situation, a kill or be killed. I felt my d**k twitch threatening to bust through my zipper. The sight of her being covered in blood with scratches and bruises all over her had me rock hard. I saw her innocence leave from her eyes as she cut the man's throat and began stabbing him repeatedly. That's when I found the perfect job for her, something that would actually make her useful. Since that day, she's become my personal assassin. A great one, too.

Rhea pov. In the little candlelight, the disguised assassin's blade flashed, a silvery streak pointed directly at my throat. I barely avoided it, skidding across the chilly stone floor as my heart banged against my ribs. The deadly accuracy of my assailant was far more impressive than the blade I had snatched from under my pillow. I didn't have time to reflect or think. Only to relocate. “I will rip off your throat.” The assassin's hoarse voice intercepted the already bloody air.

The blade sank deep—not into Crystal, but into him. The sound it made—the sickening, wet sound of steel through flesh—stole her breath. “Ryder!” Her scream cracked the night. His body jerked with the impact, but his arms locked around her, shoving her backward toward safety even as blood darkened his side. The assassin snarled, ripping the blade free to strike again. Fire surged inside Crystal, wild and scorching. Aelira howled in her skull, claws scraping against the fragile cage of her control. Burn him. Burn everything.

It’s almost as if all sound has been sucked out of the area. Taking the knife from his hand, I stab him in the ribs. Stabbing someone is not fun but necessary in this situation. The feel of the blood flowing through your fingers and the sounds of the knife digging into fat and muscle can give anyone nightmares. Once I remove the blade, Victor falls to the ground with a wheezing gurgle. His back heaves as he struggles for breath. It’s a painful way to die, but I feel no remorse. Not when this monster was out to kill the woman I love.

He tries to brush it off, thinking he's just being paranoid, but the feeling persists. He slows down his movements and looks around the room, trying to spot any signs of intrusion. But there's nothing out of the ordinary. Just as he's about to resume his activities, his phone beeps with a message. He fishes it out of his pocket while still inside the woman and sees a message from one of his associates. His heart sinks as he reads the message. "Terminator is coming for you." He's heard of the infamous assassin before but had never thought he would be a target. He tries to push the woman off him and get dressed, but before he can even get up, the door to the room bursts open, and a figure dres

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.

He wasn't going to kill her… at least not yet, not until he's gotten reasonable answers from her. “I-I don't know, but it was instinct.” She stammered before gaining her voice back. “Instinct? What kind of maid instinctively knows how to handle a glock?” he asked suspiciously. His eyes raked her body from top to bottom. Alina was undeniably beautiful. Even with her hair cut into a bobbed hairstyle, it matched her sharp features more. Her lips, cheeks and nose had this permanent flush that made her look innocent — completely hiding the fact that she's a bred assassin.

“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.