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He scaled the rocks with the precision of a ghost moving through the shadows like water. I watched from my private satellite feed , the high-resolution images flickering across my laptop like a cursed movie. He entered through the back—exactly as I planned. He was good. Ex-KGB. Disavowed and disillusioned. Just how I liked them. And he had been paid and tipped too because money wasn't the problem and I had gotten the best. Sarian appeared near the window, her silhouette etched against the soft island light. She looked peaceful, vulnerable and fucking . Maybe that was why Don Julio had loved her because he loves his women vulnerable and perfect.The assassin raised his silenced pistol took aim

I released a sigh of relief and settled on the driver's seat but then the car turned silent. "Can I ask you a question?" Leonardo broke the silence after a while. "Go ahead." I answered. "Why did you decide to become an assassin? I mean you have all your life right in front of you and you could have literally been anything else." "I didn't have the option to be anything else. I didn't even get to choose to become this, it was forced on me. He stayed silent like he was ushering me to continue with what I was saying.

A world away. The night air in the south garden was cool. The man stood in the shadow of a tall hedge, dressed in a perfect black tuxedo. He looked like any other rich guest. He didn’t look like an assassin. That’s what made him good. “You’re sure it’s clean?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “One chance. In and out. The chaos will be your cover.” “I’m the best,” he said. No arrogance. Just a fact. “Where is the package?”

"Or you don't." I was the best assassin Adrian Blackwood had ever employed. He had said so himself, tonight, to my face genuinely, without flattery. My hands were capable of extraordinary things. My patience was longer than most people's entire careers. And I had never, not once wanted something I did not eventually make mine. I held my scotch up slightly, not quite a toast. Just an acknowledgment. A private covenant made in a dark room between me and myself. The grounds spread out below me, manicured and vast and still, and I sat in my chair the way I always sat like every surface I occupied was already a throne and I finished my cigarette, and I watched the dark, and I decided. By the time

Only then would I find true peace. After all, what could possibly be that hard about it? From what Shawn had revealed last night before passing out, this assassin was a legendary professional who used a high-caliber sniper rifle for his missions. The man could sit from a comfortable, mile-long distance on a rooftop and effortlessly gun Elara down in broad daylight, and no one would ever suspect a thing! I hissed. Let me see how that bitch’s precious tech knowledge and cybersecurity empire would save her from a bullet tearing through her skull.

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.

Another crack of bones breaking was heard as the assassin spewed blood from his mouth and was sent flying several feet into the air before crashing heavily to the ground. Sebastian glanced at the now lifeless assassin. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and he swiftly moved half a foot to the left. A burst of fire erupted from where he had just been standing as a bluish bullet embedded itself in the ground. Sebastian glanced sideways toward a house deep in the alley, where a shadow flashed by his vision. He flicked his wrist, sending a silver needle flying like lightning toward the shadowy figure. The gunman, who was clearly no ordinary martial artist and beyond the level of a Grandmaster, moved

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

Not with this character anyway. If they'd desired merely to knock me out, they could have done so relatively quickly. Instead, the assassin could have shot in me the back. Or, without a silencer and didn't want noise, a tap on the head and a heave over the rail to the hospital car park sixty feet below would have served their purpose equally well. But this assailant didn't want anything so quiet and painless and straightforward. If I was to die, this killer wished to know I was dying for me, this assassin the tearing agony of death by violence, for the delight of savouring my suffering—a vicious evil sadist with a dark mind crimsoned by the lust for blood. The murderer of fourteen people and

Mayari ignored Jim's remarks as she sat on the nearby chair and place her hand on the table that separated her from the elf. "I'm not here to say hi." she coldly stated. "Now start talking." "You're no fun." He sneered. "The truth is, I don't really know who's the mastermind of this case." "You're an assassin that is paid by an anonymous client." Mayari concluded. She knew the field very well. Jim was surprise that she was able to quickly grasp the situation. Nevertheless, she reached his expectation. "Yes." Jim nodded. "But judging by the amount of money he paid for the Royal Family's assassination and the very accurate information he have about the Royals, there is a high probability that