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Even after Micah rescued me and the new batch of kids from that man and found me a home with his family, it has never stopped. Micah is a badass assassin who works for some secret assassin guild. Of course, I only know this because he was the one that rescued me from that house of horrors. All of the assassins he works with are gorgeous and total bad assess. Seriously, all of the men are beyond gorgeous. I try not to think about it too much because of him. Who is him, you ask? Well, he’s Connor Archer.

she said, and I understood her. "Don't worry. If his brother will be able to track me down, you will be lucky," I said. "I know that girl," she said. I looked at her face, and I knew that she wished he would find me soon. Today's event played in my head, and I smiled. I enjoyed myself with him. He is not the enemy. His father was one of the people who trusted me with their dirty work when I became an assassin. It was because of him I was here. News about an assassin called The Poison working for the Italian Mafia had spread fast, making me earn more jobs. That is how I became famous. As years passed, I became the most feared and dangerous assassin. I am grateful because of him. I will always

It was just like opening a window into a life she no longer belonged to. “I get it.” Her voice cracked. “This whole thing is insane. And it’s not over yet, is it?” “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not.” She looked up at him, tears brimming in her eyes. “Why me, Nicholas? Why did this happen to me?” He didn't know what to say. He was fascinated by the coincidence of the striking resemblance of Amelia and Allison and the fact she was the one who witnessed the assassination. Something was telling him it was Adrian's handwork though he didn't have any proof.

Gabriel said, “I didn’t much want to be alive. Ten years of waiting, not knowing if the pull would ever lead anywhere. So I found the most dangerous work I could.” She waited. “I was an assassin, Honor. A professional killer. I took contracts — targets — and I eliminated them. That was my life for the better part of a decade.” She stopped walking. He stopped too, hands in his pockets, and let her look at him. Let her take the time she needed to put it together, to decide what she thought of it. He’d learned enough about her to know that rushing her to a reaction she hadn’t fully formed would only make it worse.

“I told you that I’m okay. Why do you always think that I’m going to fail this mission again? Saood got the best of me. I’m not going to let that happen again.” “That’s good to hear,” he answered. “Here.” Alex looked down at his hand and saw an ordinary pin. “It’s a camera,” he explained calmly. “Director Marshall wants eyes and ears inside the building. With Montgomery having the lead he needs to crack the case; we need all the information we can to get to Saood.” She nodded as she took it and placed it in her jacket pocket.

on all my targets; I always knew where they were. He was at a late-night gala event at a private garden. I headed to my hidden weaponry stash, picking out a long-range sniper rifle and a silencer. Today, I wasn't going for a "planned accident." I was going for a direct, unbranded bullet through the skull. An hour later, I was perched on a rooftop overlooking the garden. I blended into the shadows seamlessly, finding her father through the scope. He was sitting on a stone bench with Raina’s mother, away from the crowd.

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.

I turned around to sneak in a look only to be met with the backs of three men in perfectly tailored suits. My heart sped up when I saw the side view of the first man as they turned to enter the VIP room of the restaurant. It was the same side view that taunted me throughout the night; clenched jaw, a strong crooked nose with thick eyebrows. And as I looked properly I realized that he had a man bun tied perfectly at his nape. I looked down at his big hands, wondering if it was them that did that perfect job or if he had someone; someone with delicate and soft hands, a wife or girlfriend maybe, did that for him. As if sensing my gaze, he paused and our eyes clashed almost immediately causing a

“Back then, you had the opportunity to take Secret, but you didn’t cherish it. Do you regret it now?” Blair put the pendant around Mable’s neck. “I do regret it a bit, but not for not getting Secret. I regret not cherishing you well enough.” Mable’s lips curled up, and she reopened the photo sent by Solomon. “This brooch is the identification mark of A-level subordinates of Secret. Thus, this assassin must be from Secret. There’s no way Solomon can make him talk!” An A-level assassin meant passing the most rigorous training. Their willpower was far beyond that of an ordinary person. Even if a truth serum was used, it was impossible to force him to talk.

” ”PROFESSOR TAN, THAT IS ENOUGH! The whole room gets swallowed up in silence along with Doctor Reginald Estrellas’ aura of ferocity. Even Professor Johnny almost fell off his chair. ”We will not waste time with your sermons! You speak once about your latest complaint and then you can step out of this hall as soon as you are done!” ++++++++++ “So the assassin is freelance?” ”Yep, not even part of his Elite Team. This one is one of those for hire bastards that were once part of a shitty pirate squad up in the Maldives area. Fucking overpriced if you ask me.”