Novel & Cerita The Hit List Book

Blood sprayed across my chest as its body crashed beside me. Too easy. Which meant— This wasn’t the real attack. I moved immediately. No hesitation. The second hit came from behind. Teeth sank into my shoulder. Deep. I didn’t flinch. I grabbed its skull and slammed it into the ground with enough force to crack bone. It went limp instantly. Then they came. All at once. Not wild. Not reckless. Disciplined. Celdor. I could see it now. This wasn’t a random ambush. This was planned.

"Keep on dreaming. This wasn't about you, it was about his behavior. It might as well have been Aziz, whom he pushes away in his false ambition. The shit here is dangerous enough as it is, we don't need someone from our own ranks to stab us in the back just because he wants to do a Terminator here. " I could understand that. My hip was still burning from the fall and now I was sure that the wound from yesterday was open again. It feels sticky and it certainly had nothing to do with the rain. "What did you mean, that this prole is on my list?" I asked instead of telling him about my handicap. I could still do that when we got back to the car. “The tally sheet. We get paid after kills. " After

I leaned back in my chair, studying him, he is like a little lamb with venom in its bite. “Out,” I said to my men, flicking my hand. They hesitated, uneasy, but filed out one by one until only the two of us remained. The room felt instantly smaller, the air heavier. He dragged a hand through his hair, pacing once before blurting: “Someone placed a hit on you.” My smirk faded into stillness. Interesting. “Don’t ask me how I know,” he rushed on. “Hell, I don’t even know why I’m here. Maybe it’s your damn magic dick making me lose my reasoning.”

The Iron Wolf pack's weakness is. Bloodclaw spies may have infiltrated our business meeting. Need to set a counter-trap... Aiden seems stressed today. I’ll make his favorite steak tonight. Maybe that will help. Every page was about me. My career, my safety, my preferences. She kept every part of me in her heart. My tears mixed with the rain, dripping onto the charred pages. In a corner of the pit, I saw a small wooden object. I carefully dug it out. It was a hand-carved wolf head, only the size of my fist, but the craftsmanship was breathtaking.