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She said and I wasn't surprised. I knew she was wasn't a regular person. I knew she was up to something. I knew she knew too much for her own good. "I am a free assassin," She said and it all made sense. Free assassin never worked or belonged to a clan, they get hired to work for an important mission and after that they are discarded even if the Mission failed. They had an immortality card. "I would not kill Mason if you tell me where my child is," I said and she nodded her head slightly.

Having once served alongside Ethan, Marcus knew just how terrifying Ethan could be. … Three years ago, there were nine fighters from beyond the border whose combat abilities matched or exceeded those of military experts like himself. Some had even crawled their way up from battlefields of corpses, their abilities surpassing Marcus and his peers. They were known as the nine deadliest assassins beyond the border. Among them, Number Three was the strongest as he could face any three opponents simultaneously without losing ground. Marcus believed that even in one-on-one combat, he would not be a match for Number Three.

Even the best male assassin couldn't compare to her. Her work was flawless, leaving no traces behind. None of her assassinations have failed, and the police have never been able to catch her. She plans where that bullet would land on the target, depending on how much deed he had done. If the target was a mafia boss or something, she would kill him in the most painful way possible. If the target was a mere robber, she would kill him swiftly and silently. There had been rumors that she had actually failed one a single job. However, that rumor was supposedly cleared up by Carlos Santini himself in a matter of days.

Third POV " Oh , it's because privacy is very important for assassins. They can't disclose their identities to anyone. But believe me, my captains are talented in every field," Brendon replied sarcastically. " Proceed with your introduction quickly," Brendon says and the next one gets up. " I'm an assassin too, I'm called a blood hunter." Another female captain, she was brunette with a slim figure, the trained body of assassins for escaping and running away. " I'm a Sniper, my codename is Blossom."

His hands hovered over the screen of the phone as he spent some minutes rethinking his decision to call the man, Gabriel. Gabriel Rossi was an assassin, a highly skilled one at that, who had worked for Marco in the past. Through Marco’s diggings into Alessa, he discovered Alessa and Gabriel were in a foster home together, and they also worked together if that is what you would call it on a hit.

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.

Gianni spoke up getting back on his feet. "She's the best skilled Assassin we have in the group, we need a shooter from a far " Mariana's looked up at Marco with wide eyes. Did he trust her that much??

I thought I could handle this on my own, thought I could bring Zephyr back without assistance because I’m her mate, but it's not enough. “Did you see the person? Did you see the assassin?” Avani snarls. I look at him, knowing this will hurt him nearly as much as it hurts me. “It’s Zephyr, Avani. She’s the assassin.” He falls back on his butt. “What? Are you sure?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why would she do this? Why would she kill these shifters?” Cedric asks. “They got to her,” Avani says as realization dawns on him and he looks at me. He and I have worked together long enough. We understand each other without words.

No American has ever been after her. “You seem to know a lot about me,” Alessa said and he shrugged. His hands were tied behind his back. He was too relaxed for the situation he was in. “Oh please, everyone knows the best assassin in the crime world,” he replied with a smile. “You can kill me now, I am waiting,” he said and breathed out heavily. Alessa tried to understand the situation. She could tell what he was trying to do, she had been trained for this. How to deal with men like him.

He bit his bottom lip, lowering his arms to his sides and glancing towards his palms before asking, "What is it? Y-You...you don't like what you see?" Nate had not spoken yet, gulping when he saw Dante's fingers drop the knife beside him and reach for the next button on his dress shirt. When Nate realized what he was doing, he instinctively leaned downwards, his mind completely pushing away the assassin murderous rumours and all the threats Dante had mentioned, instead reaching for his hands and stopping him from continuing down the placket. "What the fuck are you doing?" Nate pushed his hands away, closing the other buttons as well and hiding the chain back into his shirt.