All Chapters of THE Assassin's Temptation: The Confradia Assassins II: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Micah              Cutting someone’s throat is not as easy as it looks. Your blade needs to be honed to a dangerously sharp level, and you need a steady hand. I don’t usually use this tool to kill my marks, but in this situation, I feel that it’s apropos because the man I’m going to kill is the scum of the earth. Edward Hansen III owns a farm in a rural area near Scarsdale’s town in Westchester County, New York. It just so happens that my mother lives a mere six miles away. Too close for comfort, considering that instead of horses in the man’s barn, he uses children for his own sexual deprivation. The Confradia received a tip from one of Hansen’s disgruntled mistresses regarding the farm days ago. The woman assumed it was drugs, but it was something more sinister to the Confradia’s disgust.           &

Micah              Stepping out of the now-silent house, I make my way to my vehicle. It didn’t take long to eliminate my marks. As soon as the children were gone, I headed straight to the heating and air system. No one realizes how easy it is to kill so many people without breaking a sweat. After turning some switches and changing a couple of cables, I diverted Carbon Monoxide to flow inside the house. The men were so distracted by their drinking and drugs that they barely noticed the gas taking effect.              Once again, I have to consider the arrogance of Mr. Hansen, who made every room soundproof and bulletproof. He had them closed very tightly. All I had to do was block the exits, and voila, no one escaped the gas. I stood there for hours and waited until the gas took effect. At least twenty men were at the party; I watche

Micah              I had never felt so many emotions over a woman than I’ve felt with Sophia. And I haven’t even been with her for a whole day. The thing that bothers me most is when I see how men fall all over her. Seeing the store clerk and the men in line fawn over her was irritating. But when the gunmen focused on her, I hit the roof. Who knows what the men would have done to her if I hadn’t taken them down. Then I see detective Colin Vane comforting her, and my stomach turns. It’s just too much. Men are like moths to Sophia’s flame. And as someone fighting his feelings, it’s very difficult to resist smashing all of their faces in.              Pulling into my apartment building’s underground parking, I park in my spot and turn off the ignition. Sophia is fast asleep under the warmth of the bla

 Micah               I can feel her soft breath on my naked chest and the tilt of her leg over my waist. She feels so good in my arms; it’s almost maddening. I couldn’t believe my eyes when she appeared in the living room, looking lost. She looked ethereal in her flimsy nightgown and her long corn-silk hair pouring down her back. I knew I should have just let her be, but her loneliness called to me. I looked around to see where I tossed my shirt, but it was too dark. So I sat there and observed her dejected posture for a moment until I couldn’t take it anymore. Rising from my comfortable perch, I grabbed my whiskey and stood behind her. I didn’t expect to lie with her and feel her tiny hands caressing my chest. But I didn’t want it to end. It just felt right. Eventually, her breathing evened out, and her hand stilled. I lay awake for another hour to make s

Micah               This is not how I expected the day to go. It’s crazy how one person can change things in a blink of an eye? It doesn’t take me long to get to the rendezvous point. We’re in a small park near the Cast Iron building just a mile from Times Square. Maya is sitting on a bench across the playground, observing all of the kids playing. It’s not difficult to spot her golden hair and severe-looking suit. She screams businesswoman.              “Maya,” I say with a polite smile as I take a seat next to her. She returns my smile and leans an arm over the bench’s back. “You’re late, Savage.” I roll my eyes and gesture to the street. “There was a lot of traffic.” She shrugs and rolls her eyes. “Yeah, sure.” I wait for her to continue, but