When Miss Assassin Meets The Gangsters Novels & Stories

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

“Ah, dear niece, so this is what an average day in the life looks like… waltzing with your kill and staring right into their eyes right before you snuff the light out of it… brilliant!” It was obvious he wanted a reaction out of her, and on a very good day, he would have gotten nothing, but today wasn’t exactly going as planned for the plus-sized assassin. Barbara moved with a speed that would have stunned the girl she used to be. In one fluid motion, she was behind him. She didn't bother shedding the server's jacket; she simply reached beneath it. The cold steel of a ceramic knife was pressed firmly against the pulse point of his neck before he could say another word.

My head snapped in his direction so did many others, the burly man noticed the attention he had gained and turned to a corner, and started debating in what I am assuming is Italian. I felt sobered up. I need to get out of here! There’s only one Romano I know that could elicit this kind of fear I could be wrong though. But in precision, I wasn’t taking a risk. Romano’s had the city in their pocket. Whatever the scenario I was still an heiress of Isyanov Syndicate, this is their territory. Nobody in business had ever seen me but I wasn’t taking a risk. I just had too many hellhounds on my tail at the moment, any one of them could bite me in the back. I quickly paid and hurriedly strode past th

As anticipated, those two assassins in disguise were part of the hit squad targeting Lucas. She lengthened her stride subtly, and Desmond, without questioning, adjusted his pace to match hers. Suddenly, the slim assassin was shoved forcefully and staggered in Lucas’ direction. Lucas’ security detail instantly shifted, closing in tighter around their principal. The slim assassin hit the floor, scrambled upright, and with sudden rage lunged at the stocky assassin who had shoved him. “I'm going to end you!" he bellowed, charging forward. “Like hell you are!" the stocky assassin growled, driving a crushing kick into the slim assassin's ribs that sent him flying once again.

Jack is the only person in the palace who knows I'm an assassin and that's because dad usually send us out on a mission together. One thing with Jack is that he never gives up on a mission till it's accomplished but I'll be damn if I let him take my victory. I'm not going to let him kill Aris, like I said the prince is mine to kill. I searched around the park, using my eyes to scan everywhere looking for anything out of normal/ordinary. I froze when I saw a hitman's gun at a top building across the street. Oh shit no! He's planning on shooting him.

She felt her phone vibrating in her pocket, and she reached for her phone, seeing Damon on the line. “Not a good time to call me, dummy,” she hissed. “I’m inside the ducting system.” “Brass Syndicate,” Damon said from the other line. “They’ve been known to rule the underground gambling world in the city. They move their operation from time to time once they get tips of any infiltration. Probably had some personnel in the police under their payroll.” “Alright. Then why the f8ck are they here?” She barked. “Stephen Gallagher,” he only replied.

His tone was icy, and Valentina felt the weight of his words. In the following days, as she was thrust deeper into the gang’s world, she asked trusted members who he was. They whispered his name in hushed tones, revealing he was the notorious leader of the Black Rose gang. “He’s someone you don’t want to cross,” one of them warned. “Just do what he says, and you’ll be fine.” As time passed, Valentina found herself caught in a world she never expected. She had become a Hidden Killer, trained to navigate the dangerous underbelly of the city.

And This is Her favorite Genre. They were screaming in pain , people who were present in cell were enjoying the show. Beside no one dares to go against Lilianah. Whole dungeon was filled with their screams. Some female assassin's were whispering with each other. They were saying That Lilianah has no mercy and they should never go against her. Assassin 1- "Its been long when I've seen boss this enraged" Assassin 2- "Yes, you are right. It seems they had offended boss extremely"

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.

"Do you have anything for pain?" Livia was still scared, any false move, that the gangster would shoot. She got up very slowly and took a few steps towards the tall man.