Page 273 of Assassin

It was an abandoned warehouse outside the city limits, and it was the kind of place that he’d want to torture someone.

Where no one would hear the screams.

Where no one would hear the begging.

Where no one would be missed.

Only, she wasn’t going down to him.

There was no way she was going to lose, and let the monster in her closet be victorious.

The Spiders escorted her there on a motorcycle. She rode behind Reaper, and he stopped down the road, letting her take a few moments to get ready.

Then, he was picked up by his team.

They told her to give them twenty, and she did. Now, she was at the destination, and proud of herself.

She didn’t run.

Oh, she wanted to, but she stuck.

Now, as she took off her helmet, she had eyes on her. Alyona had to figure out if it was the Spiders or Alexsandr. That was the question.

Not that it mattered.

Alyona knew her mission. If the man knew anything about Elizabeth Blackhawk or the Hunters, he had to die.

Honestly, she wanted him dead anyway.

That would be her key to freedom, and that was something she craved.

It would be nice to be free for once in her life.

Getting off the bike, she saw the red dot on her chest. It was clear that while she came unarmed to the party, someone else didn’t.

The only reason she wasn’t freaking out was he’d want to hurt and assault her before killing her.

A fast murder wasn’t his thing.

Assault was.

As she began walking toward the warehouse, keeping that dot on her chest, she saw him in the doorway.

“Show me the tattoo.”

Luckily for her, she had Jagger draw it back on the spot on her wrist he’d put it. The permanent maker would hold out, hopefully. The heart had been drawn on but from a distance, he wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.

When he saw it, he moved into the doorway to face her.

That’s when she got sick to her stomach. Here was the issue with him. Alexsandr Dominik was a handsome man. He had gorgeous blue eyes, the face of an angel, and the soul of Satan himself.

If there was a devil in disguise, it was him.

Oh, how they all fell for it, and went willingly with him when he ‘recruited’ them.

“Moye vse,” she said in Russian, calling him ‘her all’.

He watched her, and said only one thing.

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