Widowmaker X Tracer Novels & Stories

He smirked with something sick flashing in his eyes as he glanced at Elena, who was fully focused on the ballet performance opening the event. "Two?" I asked, incredulous. "Yeah. A sniper and a spy. Both working together. She took them out." Lucas leaned back, drained his martini, and stood. A crowd of women swarmed him—but they gave him space. Word still lingered about that incident a while back when a woman got too close... and he shot her in the head without flinching. "I was too busy dealing with other crap to send just one assassin after you," I muttered toward Elena.

She hated the disappointment before she could hide it. Theodore saw that too. Pain flashed behind his eyes. “Not because I don’t want to.” “Then why?” “Because tonight you learned my wife died pregnant with my child, and somehow you are still looking at me like I am a man instead of a crime scene.” His voice roughened. “I do not trust myself with that.” Violet’s anger softened at the edges. Not enough to forgive him. Enough to understand the shape of the wound. She closed her fist around the necklace.

The video captured every brutal second, every gunshot, every drop of blood that had shattered their world forever. Elara leaned closer, heart hammering as the footage revealed more than they had ever seen. The killers moved with practiced efficiency, but one detail stood out. A familiar tattoo on the wrist of the lead shooter. The same intricate design she had seen on Diego’s arm during their last confrontation. The revelation hit her like a physical blow, making her stomach twist violently. Jax’s grip on her thigh tightened painfully, his jaw locked so tight she thought it might crack.

the mysterious tracker tells himself in his mind. The observer, a man of puzzling presence and unsettling stillness, listens and watches the sisters descend in the elevator. His name was Kai, a feared assassin in the underworld and a secret agent. He had been observing the Xiang family for years, his interest piqued by the elaborate mesh of power and ambition that bound them as published in papers and analyzed in parodies and social media.

Her tears rolled down her cheeks. “She?” Alexander tilted his head. “Miss Zia, her bodyguard.” ……………………………………………. Alexander Grissham, Kiel, and some of his men rushed to their control room in the basement. Other than a room where they keep their captives, there are some rooms where Alexander hires some private IT and hackers to control networks from all over the world. Including tracking his enemies, even made two chips for his wife. And now he is looking for the whereabouts of Aria Grissham, his wife.

Ash snapped back, “Happy for marrying the person you wanted to mate with, huh?” Arguing with my wolf was only going to traumatize me, and I tried to shake my sadness away. “Xander, you are lucky to have Zara as your wife. You should always take care of her. Treasure her. Trust me, she is the best. I have known her since…” I said happily. Xander's POV

We'd made it back to North Cross in less than three hours. Taryk had pulled some strings and we were given an escort. We jettisoned through traffic. "We got the lock on her phone, now we just need for her to stop moving," Xander said as he dropped his shit next to his console of screens and computer equipment. "How far can the signal trace her?" I asked. I can't lose her. Not like this.

I watched my prey quietly as I waited for the right time. There was a woman with my target. I could see clearly since I was using the binoculars that came attached with my sniper. She was naked and bent her body over so that the fat and bald man would enter into her from behind. The sight reminded me of Mason and Scarlett when I caught him cheating on me. I was waiting for the woman's bouncing body to bend over well enough so that he would be left open to me so that I could finish him off. My target was a rich billionaire who had messed with the wrong people so I had been hired to gun him down. I watched as he smashed his member into the woman's exposed butt. The woman's breast bounced up an

He was looking at the ceiling of the cage. Thump. Something heavy landed on the roof of the elevator. Thump. Thump. Two more. "Shadow Guards," Tristan whispered, drawing his rapier. "Rowan’s personal hunters." He looked at Saoirse. "They tracked us. The hood wasn't enough." The roof hatch exploded inward. A figure dropped into the cage—a silhouette wrapped in black bandages, wielding dual sickle-blades. Tristan moved instantly. He parried the first strike, sparks flying as steel met steel.

She didn’t want Dominic to think he had any effect on her. “I read your request,” he said. “You stated that you needed Cyber-surveillance and private coverage.” Dominic didn’t raise up his head as he went through a file that was sitting on the table in front of him, probably the application request that the Widow’s Club had sent to him. “Yes,” she replied smoothly. “Since the accident… and the media fallout, I would like to protect the privacy I have left.” His gaze moved from the file to her face. “The death of Charles Holloway made many headlines.”