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The Queen of Assassins

Amiel was orphaned when she was fifteen. Her parents were the owner of the then-known largest mafia group that arose after the world fell in the year 2030. Her parent's death was framed as an accident, but Amiel knew they were murdered. Yet, with no evidence to prove her claim, no one believed her—saved one man. He goes by the name of Seven. Seven raised Amiel and trained her on how to be the perfect assassin. Soon, Amiel gained the reputation of being the queen of assassins. No one knew who she really was except for one: Wizardo, her mysterious comrade. They were the unbeatable duo. But Amiel had never seen Wizardo's face—a mystery she wished to solve. He was always just the voice that guided her in her assignments. A voice who comforted her in times she didn’t realize she needed comfort. A voice she desperately wanted to meet. -- DISCLAIMER: photo cover is not mine. Kudos to the artist

shrEk2o3 · Urban
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168 Chs

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Boom!

The sound of an explosion broke the moment. Jace had to pull me down with him, shielding me with his body as the dust from the ceiling and in the storage crashed down on us.

I coughed, and he did, too.

Bang!

A bullet almost grazed my shoulder blades. Jace and I stared at each other before we were on our feet, running for the door. 

Once out in the hallway, several other tenants rushed past us, wanting to get away from the rain of bullets and the sudden assault.

The men had hidden their faces behind black masks. It was impossible to tell who they were.

And that follows that it would be difficult to trace who sent them and why they suddenly attacked this apartment complex.

I'm certain Seven was frowning somewhere if he was seeing this. Wizardo wasn't too happy about it, either. However, it was too late to change anything.

There was no rewind button, and the only way to get past this was to move forward.