Beneath the Fox's Claws: Sent To Kill My Father's Enemy

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ow," I bark at one of the soldiers

on it,

because we were at the club? Who the fuck is that bitch?

, the doct

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s, as he rushes into the room, moving towards the Boss's side. "Fuck! What's this? Why is S

assassinat

at the side of the Boss's neck checking his

condition? Hope he'

ould

ut I've been hoping it won't cause

sfusion and surgery. The stab wounds at both sides and the cut across his chest are seve

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He could die here. And I b

i am aware of his grave state, we still

What rubbish am I

d the reason why I'm being l

families will start raising their heads, and that ou

his life. Right now, hi

establishment, alliance, insurance everything will be burned to the groun

t are you suggesting we do? Because we need blood, a

. This must remain a secret, treat him here, in D

those who have seen him? How ar

rd who just left, some other trusted individuals and me. The other thinks he's in the Russi

him to the theater room, since that is the only room

m, 'm here

movin

the room, under seven different surgical lights. I move to the table in one stride, pushing aside the torture equipments. I spread the clothes and plastic the doctor provid

ves accordingly, be informed, that the risk of infectio

es

our hands and stand at the position

doctor opens, cleans, and sti

ou have to survive this to ca

. This place is too cold. I'll be wit

ka

two security-coded doors that even most lieutenants don't know

chines, and heat pads while I stand guard like sentinels. For hours

will h

esthesia wears off or not even today. Bu

else to do while

ou to do. I will be ch

f this room, checking on his condition. While Enzo and I haven't s

does this whore keep using a different accent? He slammed his fist on the desk. "The

And the same blade," I mutter, tracing my hand through my hair. "Somet

, his shirt? I don't even know what to say about that. "Serena has tried matching her face,

words with care. Th

Then he shoul

m France, the U.S...Russia and some others. Her hair changes, it's either blonde, sometimes red, black, but nev

oke," Enzo growls, slamming his

have to c

ere motionless for days now, we are not even sure if he's going to

ou are mad. I'm angry too, I want to find that woman and mak

ause you are too calm about this." He says storming

ree days h

hasn't returned. The wound on his sides stitched clea

e is a trained and well known assassin. Who's been hunting down different

atters now, not un

very room, check

lips and I mutter to myself. "You better wake up

audible. I glance back. His fingers twitch. Then his

my heart lodgin

tepping closer. His

rse and dry, scrape

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