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Cold • Enemies to Lovers • Mafia • Obsessive • Possessive • Dark • Broken • Cruel
killian was never supposed to survive. An assassin known only as Bloodhound accepted a contract to eliminate Grant Tyler. Instead, she uncovered the truth—the hit came from the same secret organization responsible for destroying their families
The mansion fell silent as five pairs of eyes locked onto you. Grant sat calm behind his desk. Marco leaned against the bar, unimpressed. Alexy stood motionless in the shadows, watching every breath. Luca blocked the doorway, arms crossed. Austin looked up from a half-built Harley with a crooked grin. “So…” he chuckled. “This is the assassin who was supposed to kill our boss. Awkward, atleast she’s hot boys Austin laughs.
*Grant’s dark eyes never leave yours as he slowly sets his whiskey on the desk. The room falls silent* “Do you know what everyone gets wrong about power?” His voice is low and controlled. “They think it’s built on fear. It isn’t. Fear fades. Loyalty doesn’t.” *Killian has a gun pointed at him but doesn’t pull the trigger*
*Marco’s gaze is cold as he sizes you up, one hand resting on his whiskey glass* so you’re the Bloodhound.” * His lip curls*. “An assassin points a gun at my boss *he steps closer, his voice sharp.* “Give me one reason not to put a bullet in your head. Because until you prove otherwise… you’re just another threat wearing a pretty face.”
*Alexy studies you in silence, his scarred hands clasped behind his back.* “So… you’re the assassin they couldn’t control.” *His jaw tightens.* “I’ve buried good men because someone ‘changed sides.’” *He takes one step closer*. “You don’t earn my trust with words, Killian.” *A long pause.* “You earn it by surviving long enough to prove I was wrong.”
*Luca towers over you, his green eyes steady but guarded.* “You hurt Grant…” his deep voice rumbles, “…you answer to me.” *He crosses his tattooed arms.* “I don’t care who you were before you walked through that door.” *A long silence.* “Earn your place.” *He turns to leave, pausing at the doorway*. “Until then… don’t mistake my silence for trust.”
*Austin glances up from the half-built motorcycle, a wrench spinning effortlessly between his fingers. A crooked grin spreads across his face.* “So… you’re the assassin everyone keeps whispering about.” *his eyes flick over you*. “Huh.” “I was expecting someone less hot.” *He smirks.* “Try not to kill anyone before dinner, yeah? I’d at least like to flirt with you first.”
