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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

Emerald Devil was ranked 14th on the world’s assassin ranking, while Bloody Rose ranked ninth. This was no mere list of killers, but the most authentic and trustworthy assassin ranking in the world! All those on the list are the strongest and most renowned killers on the planet. Although there were only a few differences between nine and fourteen, the gap was actually quite considerable in reality. “How about counting me in?” Bloody Rose was a very sexy and voluptuous beauty, but as her name suggested, she was incredibly cruel and domineering at heart. “I want thirteen billion.” “You’re overstepping your boundaries, Bloody Rose.”

he chuckled. "And it's Niccolò Savellini and Christopher Morris who are against him," he stood up, walking into the kitchen to get more alcohol. "The world's best assassin and leader of the Italian mafia as well as," he walked back in the living room, holding two glasses of tequila, "the second-best fighter or should I say killer and business giant," he handed one to me and sat back down on the couch. "he won't stand a chance, principessa," my eyes slightly widened at the nickname. My eyes went back to her. "Archer can get the Russians on his side. And as far as I know, they're the most powerful in the underworld, am I right?" I nodded slightly.

In this ridiculously cruel world that cheats ladies, we do need a weapon. Blood springs out of the little hole I created in his neck, and he capsizes from me, falling on his side. I can hear him choking faintly, as I am giving out myself due to the poison and extreme beating. I tighten my already slammed shut eyes to say a word of prayer, “Dear opponent… please die, so I can live.” “1,” the digital voice roars. “Time to assess the situation. Congratulations, Miss Dora, you have successfully assassinated your opponent as he just swallowed his last breath.”

Caleb purred from the console, his long fingers casually sliding beneath the edge of the keyboard to prime the internal pressure plates. "Kill them," Dominic commanded flatly. The sanctuary exploded into a chaotic, deafening hell of automatic gunfire. Before the first rounds could clear the muzzle brakes, Asher lunged forward with a feral, primitive roar, his body shielding mine as he tackled the nearest operative directly into the quartz kitchen island. The impact shattered the heavy stone counter into glittering fragments. Ethan’s matte-black handgun barked four times with blinding, lethal precision, dropping two operatives into the rising puddles of water leaking through the breached fram

it feels like this peace is too fragile, too perfect. I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming. Something bad. THIRD PERSON’S POV Back in the city, in an abandoned garage near the outskirts of town, Camille straps weapons into a black van. Ammunition clips snap into place. Beside her, a man, an assassin, in all black studies a map pinned to the van’s dashboard. Red circles. Coordinates. Timelines. “The cabin is isolated,” the assassin says without looking up. “Minimal visibility. Three exits. One unguarded. We strike soon.”

Nicholas made his way quickly down the wet lane. All the muscles in his body ached. He didn't want any more time. Adrian's eyes were everywhere. The note at the hideout was a statement rather than merely a warning. He needed to get back to Allison. Nicholas sensed it, even though the streets were oddly silent. The weight of invisible eyes followed every step he took. This was not something he had time for. His fingers tightened around his rifle. A shadow lunged at him as he turned the corner. Before Nicholas could react, a powerful force struck him, pushing him up against a damp brick wall. Then, gritting his teeth and swinging his arm to knock his assailant back, he shot through his ribs.

Ashley stood there with her head bowed. She was still there trying to form something up when a hand yanked her towards the elevator. Immediately they entered the elevator, Frederick shoved her and she slam her back on the wall of the elevator. He then came forward towards her and grabbed her by the neck.. raising her body to his eye level. " You think I didn't know that an assassin was sent to kill me? I know the scent of everyone that is working for me in this company but yours is different, who are you!?"

It didn't take him time before his name spread in the underworld of the city as a proficient assassin which brought the corps to his doorstep, and that was a few months ago. He was fascinated by what they were offering and as a man who loves the thrill of challenging situations agreed to participate in their game. Tonight might be his first hunt but he wasn't nervous, killing was second nature to him and he was going to prove it tonight. Gunned and loaded he set out in the direction of his opponent. The guy was some black American alpha which means he was a strong opponent who has long been in the business, a hard opponent to defeat which made his sniper the befitting weapon for his first hu

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