Page 279 of Assassin

Alyona put everything in it.

“FUCK YOU!” she said, winding up like she was taking a pitch, and using his head as the target. While he fought to stay alive, she gave him the killing blow.

With a swing of pipe, she took his life, and got back all of the times that he’d abused her.

Tormented her.

Destroyed her.

When he landed on his back, his last breath taken, and his journey to Hell beginning, she dropped to her knees.

At first, she said nothing but continued to stare at the bloody, destroyed man.

That’s when she looked up, his blood splattered on her face.

“Long live the United States of America!”

As the four men moved closer, she dropped the pipe and stared at them.

Reaper crouched down.

“You kinda stole our line,” he said, his heart breaking for this woman. She was so damn strong, and she’d done what she’d needed to do.

She saved herself.

“Thank you for letting me do this on my own. I needed to do this,” she said, as Wolf handed her a bandana, and she wiped the dead man’s blood from her face.

“Who was stopping you, Slugger?” Recluse said. “Someone should be drafted into the Big Leagues. That was one hell of a swing.”

Alyona stared at the bandana smeared with his blood.

“You can tell Elizabeth Blackhawk that he didn’t know anything about her. He didn’t have the intel. We intercepted it,” she said, spitting out blood from when he hit her.

Yeah, they’d heard. The man had been surprised that they’d gotten it.

“Feel better?” The Huntsman asked.

Oddly, she didn’t.

“No. Why do I feel worse?” she asked. “I should be free, but killing him…”

Oh, they knew.

It was the story of their lives.

“Because it isn’t easy taking a life, even if its someone who doesn’t deserve the one they’re using,” Reaper said, handing her the gun that Alexsandr had lost in the fight.

Wolf jumped when she put a clip of bullets in Alexsandr’s dead body.

“Yowza. Women are so angry,” he said, his Cajun accent out. “Want to date?”

She started laughing.

Then, she started crying.

Because this was the end of that journey, and it had been a long time coming.

“What can we do for you?” The Huntsman asked, feeling for her. They’d all heard what he did to her, and that was enough to make a man testy.

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