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The one person you don’t call unless you’re serious. Alessio Rossi. An assassin. An underworld ghost. No one sees him unless they need someone found… or erased. Killian and I, we didn’t get our hands dirty—we had people like Alessio for that. The call was short. I gave him a brief rundown, and we discussed his f*e, which, as usual, was steep. He preferred to do things remotely—photo, location, drop-off. But I wanted to see him. I wanted to be sure it would be done right. No room for mistakes.

Finally, I turned to look at him. I let my gaze trail over his taper fade, the messy blond hair that refused to behave and those stupid innocent blue eyes that made people trust him instantly. He had the face of a saint, smooth lines, sharp cheekbones, a mouth that curled too easily into a smile that could make anyone feel safe. But Olek wasn’t safe. He was the Syndicate’s golden boy; the number one assassin, top of the kill board for ten damn years. I was fifth, which wasn’t bad considering I’d only been in the game for six years.

“He’s the kingpin of global flesh trade. Those pups? Inventory. And he was my original mark when I first came here.” Three sets of eyes blinked at me. I arched a brow at my mates. You never briefed them? Their shrugs said priorities. “Seems our fearless leaders omitted a detail,” I drawled. “I’m not just your Luna. I’m a trained assassin. Interrogation specialist.” Sighing, I turned back. “Seems our Alphas left out a detail. I’m an assassin. A master torturer.” Silence. Then— Marcus barked a laugh. “Fuck me, that’s good. Almost sold it too. Seriously though—” He froze at our stone-faced expressions. “…No way. You’re actually—holy shit! No wonder you’re a badass.” His grin could’ve powered a

She had clearly obtained the truth but was still unable to escape the Ares family’s cage and eventually perished there. Grand Old Master Yorks' dark and weary pupils suddenly gleamed brightly as he clutched the armrest of the couch with both hands, saying, “I think I know why the assassin is here.” Jay said, "Oh? Who is it?" Grand Old Master Yorks explained, "Mr. Boye’s descendant." Jay had expected it a long time ago, hence he looked quite calm.

Butler Shin says, she was even smiling when she heard it 10 to 20 casualties was expected but it's just 2 and yeah they are lucky that her Golden Assassin's Commander was there eating, Commander Julie was her favorite General Commander who is trustworthy and the best of the best Assasin she has, There Assasin army has a rankings and General Commander Julie was on the highest rank. Golden Assasin's has 5 rankings 1st is the rookie's, 2nd is Elites 3rd is Master's and 4th is Pioneers and lastly the General Commander, and the general Commander was just a one strong woman cuz she's just the only one who pass the test the intelligence test and physical and mental test.

I ask. Logan looks at Phoenix before he hands me his tablet. “Phoenix found out with whom dad’s been doing business, and it’s not good, bro. It’s not good at all.” I look at the file before me, and my expression turns to stone. “That fool! What the hell is he bloody thinking? Garland Wells is a fucking domestic terrorist. The tosser is on the goddamn FBI’s most wanted list, for christ’s sake.” Phoenix snorts in reply. “My sentiments exactly, man. In fact, he’s in the Confradia’s top ten target lists too. The only reason that he’s still alive is that none of our Assassins have been able to get close enough to kill him.”

Pick the black guy, Percy said to the guy by the screen stopping his movement again. The assassin in question was a very dark man with skin like coffee, and eyes that matches his skin with piercing cheeks bones, and hollow cheeks, his stare intense and deadly. His nickname 'Blade' thirty-six, been with the agency for eight years, has a rank of gamma with six hunts, and slices through his victims before they could see his blade coming, he is fast and calculating. The next Assassin picked was called Lighting a young very beautiful curvaceous woman with fiery beach blonde tresses floating down her back, parted at the center with pale liquid blue eyes that looked to have sparkles in them with a

Let’s just say that it’s no coincidence the word starts with two asses, because one ass is not enough for those douche bags. So no, I’m not an assassin. I’m a professional serial killer, also known as a PSK. Assassins are lazy. Kill one terrorist with a sniper rifle from a hundred yards away and then disappear into the night without a trace. Boring. PSK’s make Murder for Hire an art form. Any Catholic schoolgirl can shoot a man or put poison in his scotch, but it takes real finesse to make Murder for Hire look like the workings of a deranged sociopath. Granted, it does help that most PSK’s are deranged sociopaths, but that is completely beside the point.

Gavin sighed. The assassins on the Global Assassin Rankings weren't to be trifled with. Even experts at the Supreme Grandmaster level would find it hard to escape death at the hands of these internationally renowned assassins! That was because no one knew what kind of method or identity they would use to accomplish their mission! What was unknown was to be feared the most. Sebastian only smiled slightly and said, "This time, you must not kill those assassins. I want to know who wants me dead so badly apart from the Beckards."

Mikko chuckles, shaking his head knowingly, “The Head Alpha is the highest authority and the most powerful one, the most savage. An ordinary human will have their knees shaking before him. He is a bloody killer, a menace to mankind.” David is surprised, “You know so much, Who are you?” David looks at me, “Mason, where did you get him from?” “Mikko, this is a serious issue. How do you know?” “How do you think I survived until this point? If you are looking at the highest paid assassin in Lauderhill, I rank no.5 and I saw someone that ranks no.2 today.” I’m even more curious as he is acting smug, “Who is that?”