Page 277 of Assassin

When he turned to find his gun, suddenly, it was gone as if some ghost grabbed it.

Because one did.

The Huntsman.

She moved closer.

“You’re not going to come to this country and destroy it. I love it here, and I’m going to protect it.”

He glared at her.

“Who is going to protect you from me?” he asked, picking up a metal pipe and testing it as he swung it.

“ME.”

He laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

“Oh, my broken little doll. You’re nothing but number One. You are nothing more than my cum receptacle and my toy to damage.”

She had news for him.

It was time to scare him right back.

“Number Two and Three are dead. They didn’t exactly blow up the building. They were found and killed.”

He stopped swinging the pipe.

“Four, Five, and Six are not going to get much done in Cali, New York, and DC. In fact, right about now, Elizabeth Blackhawk has sicced Homeland Security on them.”

Now, he went red.

“How do you…?”

She cracked her knuckles.

“They know everything. They know that you’re trapped here, and they know that you have no way out. You came here, and unfortunately, for you, you fell into the trap. I helped clean up Boston, and now, I’ll help clean up here.”

She ran at him, drop kicking him onto his back.

Only, this was Alexsandr.

He flipped up, and he got back on his feet. If anything, he loved a good fight.

“I’ll break you again.”

She shook her head.

“I’m not that woman anymore, Alexsandr. You don’t scare me.”

Well, they’d see about that.

He moved at her, and when she ducked under his arm when he swung, he moved fast, and turned, grabbing her from behind. He placed the pipe over her throat, and started choking her.

She was pressed against his body, and she hated it.

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