The Jobless Guy Who Has Come To Slay Mga Nobela at Kwento

When he got over his surprise he had asked coldly what they wanted, cause he knew there was a catch or the cops will be a catch. " We want you to come walk for us free, we need someone with your killing passion in our game. " His words made Jonas lean in for more and when the man made it clearer to him, he knew saying no was out of option so he said the only words that mattered at that moment. Yes. And that is how he came to work for the corps. He had gone through several hunts, now he is alpha and he can't help feeling that if he doesn't quit while he is ahead that luck will run out on him.

She stood in the hallway with her hands pressed flat against the wood and her pulse doing something it had no professional business doing, and she thought about Tyler's text — he already knows — and Declan's eyes across the sofa — still waiting — and the five o'clock meeting he'd scheduled that she hadn't attended because she'd conveniently been unavailable and Kai had let it go, which meant Declan had let it go, which meant he was giving her rope— Her phone buzzed. Nina: Sloane. A man came to the apartment. Her blood went cold. He said he works for Declan Pierce. He asked how old the children are.

Bo said seriously. “Really? And what do you know about Jericho?” “Jericho is this crazy ass white dude that always gets the job done. He doesn’t even blink, man. He kills you so quick you don’t even know you dead,” he said and I laughed. “Word is he’s ice cold too, doesn’t feel a thing and he can get real creative. You know him?” “Yeah, I know him,” I said. “His last job paid nine hundred.” Bo’s eyes widened in shock. “No shit? Nine hundred? Damn, man.”

"Julie! If you're angry, take it out on me! I'm old—I can handle it. But don't destroy this family! These accusations are enough to push someone to their death!" I stared at her. My voice cut through her sobs. " Oh, you mean like selling my house to buy a mansion for your son's mistress and her kid? Tell me—who's really pushing someone to their death?" Logan went ghost-white, jaw tight, veins popping. "What the hell are you even talking about? Lost your job, so now you're blowing up on us? Fine. You win. No house. Happy? Let's go home and talk." He grabbed my arm hard, yanking me toward the door.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, my m*ans spilling into the air as Ruther watches me unravel beneath his hands. His lips curl into a dark, satisfied smirk. "That's right," he murmurs, pulling me into his arms, kissing me slow, deep, possessive. "You're mine, Diana Fallacia." And at that moment, I know. I belong to him. That terrifying realization sent a shiver down my spine as Ruther throw me in the b*d. We're not yet done. He hovered over me, his dark, predatory gaze pinning me in place.

I was getting up from the chair when he looked at me with those pleading eyes. "Sir, please don’t. I don't know who my boss is. I hear his voice on the phone or by mindlink; that is all. He tells me what to do, and I do it. I get paid, but not that much. I do not have a pack; I was born a rogue. But my parents were killed many years ago. I live in the woods, but a corporation contacted me by phone and told me I would get paid each time I killed someone. They had people come to train me; they trained me to be a killer. That's all I know how to do is kill. I was told that you will kill all of us if I do not kill all of you first." Is this guy for real? He cannot be the only one killing my peop

Jacob's lie would have confused him. "Ugh," I said in frustration and decided to call him back but I was too tired and too stressed to talk to him then. I couldn't stop thinking about the mistake I had done by slapping Jacob Hayes, the biggest mafia boss in town. I shouldn't have done it. That was the only thing my mind kept telling me. I knew he was now angry. His note clearly said that. He was going to teach me a lesson and I wondered what it could be. Will he kill me? Will he get me fired from my job? Yes! He can. He said he can get me promoted if I agree to what he is asking for so he can definitely get me demoted or fired too. God, what did I do? I cried in my mind and threw my face int

He must find something to do to her and it must be fast so. The beeping sound coming from the phone disrupted his thoughts. He brought his phone from the black jeans he was putting on. "Scorpion," It reads on the screen and he wasted no time in picking it up. He was one of the boys he planted in Fabiano's club. Fabiano was his boss until he tried to kill his mother and he fought his way out. The bald old man who should have retired from business. Everything about them was competition, the clubs, the casinos, the strip club.