Chapter 11Who the fuck did the boss ask us to eliminate? Hank was confused. For a moment Hank was in a crossroads of decision and wondered if he should go home, or try to kill this mysterious man for the boss. As he was still dwelling in his thoughts, Jason fired a bullet intentionally on Hank who ran for his life. Knocking down people on his part as he exited the subway back to the road above, he fled into the busy road.“Coward” Jason mustered under his breath amidst all the pain from his wonder which he had managed to endure the pain and the flow of blood.Getting to the top spot of the train station, he fell and one of the train station guards saw him and rushed to help him. Let me take you to the hospital mister, the guard said. Jason, Took his phone from his back pocket, and with a little strength said “Call my wife”. The guard with confusion replied “I don't know your wife”“Sir, can you hear me?” the guard asked, his voice steady but laced with concern.Jason nodded weakly,

Rose sat at the edge of the long dining table, staring at the empty chair at the other end. The silence of the room pressed against her chest as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.The grand chandelier above, with its crystal drops sparkling under the afternoon sun, cast fragmented light across the polished mahogany table. It was the same table where the family used to gather for dinners, laughter echoing through the walls. Now, it was just her and the weight of a conversation that had yet to happen.She ran her fingers along the embroidered edges of the linen tablecloth, her thoughts drifting back to the day when everything changed. It was sixteen years ago, but the memory remained as vivid as if it had happened yesterday. Jason, her eldest son, had stood tall, his eyes filled with a stubborn determination that matched her father do the terrible thing to them.Henry, Jason’s grandfather, had issued the ultimatum with the cold finality of a man who had spent his life b

Chapter 14Jared sat in his dimly lit office, a room that had witnessed countless deals, betrayals, and decisions that shaped the underworld he controlled. The walls were adorned with dark, expensive wood paneling, the shelves lined with books that were more for show than reading, and a large, imposing desk dominated the center of the room. Behind him, a large window offered a view of the city skyline, the twinkling lights casting long shadows across the room.The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke, curling lazily from the ashtray beside him. Jared leaned back in his leather chair, the familiar creak providing a momentary distraction from the thoughts that weighed heavily on his mind.His hand, usually steady and controlled, trembled slightly as he reached for the decanter of brandy on his desk. The amber liquid caught the light as he poured it, the ice clinking against the glass loud in the otherwise silent room.As he took a sip, the warmth of the brandy did little to chas

The town was shrouded in darkness by the time Jared’s hired assassins arrived, the moonlight barely penetrating the heavy clouds that hung low in the sky.The air was thick with the promise of rain, the kind that made the streets glisten under the faint glow of the streetlights. The town was quiet, its residents tucked away in their homes, unaware of the danger that had just slipped into their midst.The assassins were a well-trained team, each member a ghost in their own right. They moved with a fluidity and silence that came from years of practice, their presence as unnoticed as the shifting shadows.Leading them was a man known only as “The Reaper,” a name that struck fear into the hearts of those who knew his reputation.The Reaper was a figure of legend in the criminal underworld, a man whose face was as much a mystery as his origins. His team followed him without question, trusting in his expertise and the deadly precision with which he carried out his assignments.As they reach

The night was thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of damp earth and betrayal. Jason Ravenelli moved swiftly through the darkness, his heart pounding in his chest, adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had just escaped his second death trap, narrowly avoiding the clutches of Reaper, the leader of the assassins Jared Marco had sent to kill him.The Marco estate loomed before him, an imposing mansion surrounded by dense woods, its silhouette stark against the moonlit sky. Jason knew this was it—the moment he had been avoiding but could no longer escape. It was time to confront Jared.As he approached the mansion, he was acutely aware of the dangers that lay ahead. Jared was no fool, and the fact that he had survived this long was a testament to his cunning. Jason had to be smarter, faster, and more ruthless if he was going to survive the night.The estate was eerily quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. Jason slipped through the shadows, making his