Who Killed All For One Novels & Stories

THE BARON WATCHED the news reviewing the death of one Abiram Alana; and he was not pleased in any instance. Yes, he didn’t care about the deceased, personally…he doesn’t really care about most people; but the one suffering most, other than the rotting bodies of the two, was his reputation revered at the aggrandized podium. When the rulers of the underground find out about these seemingly casual murders of people under his umbrella, they’d lose trust in his men; his words; him.

Solomon would never hold back against a capable opponent who refused to work with him. “What’s wrong? Want me to stay?” Andrius remained unfazed and frivolous when he saw the hitmen. Solomon did not answer his question and announced, “Andrius Moonshade, let me introduce you to my hitmen.” “This is Knife, and he’s good with anything sharp. He has killed 99 people with the dagger he wields. You will be the hundredth. “This is Gunner, a legend in the hitman world. He never misses within a hundred meters.

were. My efforts hadn’t been in vain. My parents' faces lit up with pride and joy. On the day of my celebration dinner, an unexpected guest arrived. That evening, Leo—who had failed his entrance exams again—showed up at the celebration dinner. His parents, Paul and Sandra Cullen, were in attendance too, offering me their congratulations, which I graciously accepted. Only Leo looked angry, silently drowning in bitterness. Each time someone praised my success, it inevitably led to someone else berating Leo.

Killian “Kill them all.” It was the only order I’d given my men before we descended upon the De Luca house. My men knew to spare the maids or any women they found in Giuseppe’s house. Everyone else was fair game. Only a few of my men came in with guns. Tonight wasn’t meant to be clean, quick, and tidy. The first wave had already gone through, igniting terror and taking out most of Giuseppe’s guards. Then I came in with only one person on my mind.

He blurted. I gave Grayson a glance before moving closer to Nelson. “By who?” I asked in a low voice. Part of me wished he would mention Luca. At least that would make my work easier. “A man…” “What man?” “I don't know! He was wearing a black hood, and looked like some kind of Japanese assassin, except that I couldn't see his damned face.” Nelson looked into my eyes and I could see horror in them. “He killed all my men. All the fifty men I had on my dock that night. And he did it all alone. He moved like a ghost. He’s a menace!” Nelson cried.

Brenden couldn't see the hatch from this angle, but his gut said they were cutting it close. If he were the one attacking, his people would be in position to make their move. The shorter an op lasted, the less chance of injury to his team. But they weren't dealing with someone like him. No, these were the kinds of people who killed indiscriminately so long as there was money. The bottom line was all that mattered. He glimpsed Nolan to his right, his blond hair glinting in the moonlight.

These men that moved to start their own chapter in Kanla are the most sort out killers in the fucking world. Killer alone has eight thousand confirmed kills. Spade is the best in close combat, while Knight is our long-distance shooter, he can make pretty damn any shot. Zero is our all-round man, and best tracker we've got, he aces every fucking aspect of a perfect killer. Too bad the fucker wants to waste it mooning over Beggar leaving him and not finding her. It'll make my job much simpler if Zero got off his fuckin' ass and helped but Prez's orders were to leave the brother alone.

He got furious suddenly. ‌ “Say your final words in one sentence!” Harold was ready to finish off the guy who dared to hurt Cedric until he looked critical. ‌ “Please, don’t kill me!” The guy was so desperate. He knew that he would not win against them. “I will-” ‌ BANG! ‌ It was a headshot. The guy suddenly fell on the ground and died instantly. “I said only one sentence.” Harold then shot the other guys too and leaving only Fred alive.

All pointing to one person. My world stopped moving. The person who wanted Four dead was someone we both trusted.

Futile. Still, I persisted. Twenty-five assassins. All trained. All lethal. I scouted them out and paid them a handsome sum to work together for one reason: eliminate Alpha Don Carter. He was the most powerful Alpha in the South. So eliminating him—or at least crippling him—meant going to every conceivable resource I had. Even then, success wasn't guaranteed.