When Miss Assassin Meets The Gangsters の小説・ストーリー

Amara dove for the gun—fingers brushing the cold metal— A hand clamped around her ankle. She screamed as she was yanked backward across the floor. The assassin flipped her onto her back, his cold eyes inches from hers. “Don’t fight. It will be painless.” A lie. She could hear it in his voice. Before he could strike— **BANG!** A gunshot exploded through the room. The assassin froze. Blood bloomed across his side. He turned. Dante stood behind him. Breathing hard. Bleeding.

Until then my fate is sealed as hitman. The man comes into view as he exits the bathroom and goes to stand at the end of the bed where his playmate for the night awaits him. Here's my chance, a nice clean shot. With one tug of the trigger and my untraceable bullet entered through the right side of his skull and out the left leaving his limp body falling on the hysterical and scared sh*tless young lady wearing nothing but red lingerie. She was screaming to the top of her lungs with fear and confusion closing in on her.

she had no way of knowing what I was feeling uneasy about. “That’s where things get really scary. There are none.” waggling her eyebrow, she giggled. “Which kind of makes sense doesn’t it. if he’s some big bad assassin he probably wouldn’t want his face everywhere. His enemies would know who to look out for then wouldn’t they?” “That’s true.” “He’s probably some middle-aged pot bellied dude, right? I mean all the gangsters I've seen on the news have not been like they are portrayed in the movies. They are all tracksuit wearing sweaty ....”

Sebastian chuckled coldly, standing up and approaching the assassin as he looked down on him. The assassin trembled, feeling as if he was facing a formidable foe. A terrifying pressure enveloped him, causing him to shudder uncontrollably. It felt as if the grim reaper himself was targeting him. "D-Don't… Don't mess with me! I'm from the Black Mamba Gang. If you dare to touch me, our boss won't spare you!" the assassin leader stammered in fear. "Black Mamba Gang? Is that supposed to be very powerful?" Sebastian looked calm as he continued, "Tell me, why are you chasing after her? I will show mercy if you tell me, or else…"

The hitmen were armed with nothing but pistols, a few with submachine guns. They were outgunned and clueless about Liam's whereabouts, easy prey. As more fell, panic set in. Ellison's and Ashwin's hands were slick with sweat on their pistols, and they scanned their surroundings with wide, frantic eyes. In under ten minutes, the tide had turned drastically; of the one hundred and fifty assassins that swarmed in, over half lay dead or wounded. Ellison barked orders at his crew, "Pull out! Now! Abort mission, full retreat!"

The background sound from the TV filled the empty space and made her feel less fidgety. Ping. A message dropped, Alina was being transferred to Mexico for her pending detective case. “It can't be a coincidence.” she thought. This was her life now. Alina the Assassin. Life in the underground was hell when she first joined seven years ago. Trainings were even more brutal. But the one thing that fueled her was the burning thirst for revenge, to do that she had to survive and the only way for her to survive was to join the crime family.

But to them, my silence was as good as a confession. "Nothing to say now, huh?" Antonio weighed the bottle in his hand, a cruel smirk spreading across his face. "Pretty soon, we're going to strip you down and see what tattoos you're hiding. The mafia loves their crosses and their saints. I bet you're no different." In less than ten minutes, the roar of motorcycles echoed from beyond the yard. The front door flew open with a kick, and five thugs with dyed hair and tattooed sleeves barged in. "Boss, where's the guy?"

The wavering candlelight cast a dim glow, revealing the delicate features of a woman as the coffin was opened. With big, expressive eyes, small crimson lips, a complexion of fair porcelain, and a cascade of luxuriant hair, she stood out as a rare beauty within the northern territories. However, the grim reality was that her head had been brutally severed from her body. "Killed swiftly in a single strike," one of the assassins reported. The leader, seated at the table, momentarily gazed at the open coffin before inquiring, "Did you manage to leave behind any traces?" "Sir, the scene had been meticulously sanitized before our arrival. However, her body remained, and we've taken care of that, p

" Her voice, the way she threatened to kill me. I don't think is her first. She didn't sound nervous at all. " Carolyn nodded her head. So they were looking at a seasoned killer. " Thank you, " she said politely and turned for the door, her partner trailing after her. " You might consider closing shop and leaving town for the moment cause the Colosimos gang will be going hunting and your backyard will be the first stop, " she said just before the hit the door. " Fuck me twice! " the red head frazzled curse followed her out the door. " So do you know any female assassin that operate within the city? " she asked Max when they entered the car. " Just two. Lightning and Poison, " Max answered as

“These aren’t actors. They’re the real thing.” For a time, everyone’s hearts, including Graham Cabot’s, was filled with intense fear. They all stood like wooden stumps as if every cell in their bodies had solidified. “They’re here for Miss Snow Fenner.” Graham Cabot was befuddled. He could not understand why Snow Fenner, who was in the entertainment industry, would have so many assassins and mercenaries pursuing her. Even though Graham wanted to say something and ask if they had the wrong person, he didn’t dare to.