All Chapters of The Mafia Assassin : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Adrian spent her time hiding in her room. Too scared to face them after the embarrassment she just faced leaving Tristan with Nicholas. “ The place is still the same, huh,” Tristan said, moving and looking around. “So why coming here, you couldn't message” Nicholas questioned “Adrian is suspicious of us, he probably wiretapped it, you know Luke is missing right” Of course, he didn't know. He thought of the last time he saw him. “He'll come back, he's a survivor, he's probably in hiding like us” “ Sure he is, but Adrian’s recent actions are strange.” Tristan put his hand on his chin as if trying to think. “ What do you mean” Nicholas asked curiously. “It's like he doesn't care any longer, he called off the bounty hunters and stopped his men from looking for you guys which is so confusing cause I know the chaos he made because of you guys” The statement puzzled Nicholas the most. What was Adrian planning? He knew Adrian the most. Adrian wasn't the type to give up easily especia

It was the third day now and Nicholas hasn't returned. Alison busied herself with her paintings all day till she eventually ran out of supplies. Her paintings represented her restlessness and it only became worse as she ran out of paint.She sat by the window, watching the sunset. The sunset calmed her mind a little bit. As the sun began to go, rain started to fall. She loved the rain but at this moment she hated it. The house felt like a prison.A knock at the door broke the silence. Her heart skipped a beat. She knew it wasn't Nicholas. Nicholas won't knock for sure. She approached the door with Nicholas’s warning in her mind.“ Who is it?” she asked, hesitating a bit.“ Just a passerby seeking refuge from the rain” came the reply.Alison contemplated whether she should open the door; despite Nicholas's warnings in her mind, she opened the door.She opened the door and it revealed a man. He looked like he would be around Nicholas' age or a bit older. He had long dark hair, although

Nicholas made his way quickly down the wet lane. All the muscles in his body ached. He didn't want any more time. Adrian's eyes were everywhere. The note at the hideout was a statement rather than merely a warning. He needed to get back to Allison. Nicholas sensed it, even though the streets were oddly silent.The weight of invisible eyes followed every step he took. This was not something he had time for. His fingers tightened around his rifle. A shadow lunged at him as he turned the corner. Before Nicholas could react, a powerful force struck him, pushing him up against a damp brick wall. Then, gritting his teeth and swinging his arm to knock his assailant back, he shot through his ribs. But before he could recover, another person emerged from the darkness. A blade flashed towards his face. Nicholas barely dodged, the sharp edge close enough to graze his cheek. He fired a shot, but Adrian's men, his attackers, were already on the move and they were swift and threatening. Grabbing

Nicholas' expression changed to something darker, like anger, irritation, or perhaps something else she couldn't identify before Alison had a chance to grasp what he had spoken. "You just had to go looking, didn’t you?" His speech was calm , but there was no mistaking the rage in his eyes. Alison clutched her arms and swallowed. "I didn’t mean to—" "Don’t," he interrupted her. "You're not allowed to explain yourself. Asking questions about topics you don't need to understand is not acceptable.She had not anticipated the reaction from him. This was more than just rage; it was something more profound and seem a bit personal. She whispered, "You're overreacting," she said as she felt her own annoyance increased. Nicholas laughed bitterly. Are you overreacting? Do you believe this to be a game?, You are the one sticking your nose to business that don't concern you. Alison's jaw tightened. "No, but I should be informed as to why I'm being hunted” “ You're acting dumb, like you don't know

The silence in the room was almost suffocating.Alison's fingers tapped against the windows as she gazed outside the window. The place was secluded, surrounded by thick forests and an iron gate that would be impossible to cross without being noticed.Trapped.That was exactly how she felt.Her thoughts circled back to the night before. Nicholas’ anger had been more than just rage—it was fear. He wasn’t just mad that she had seen those pictures.And that meant there was more to this story than just Amelia.Alison’s gaze flicked toward the door again. He hadn’t returned since locking her in. A part of her expected him to—if only to continue their argument—but the house had been eerily silent since.The place was so quiet that it felt suffocating. Alison stared out at the wide open space while her fingers tapped on the window. Completely stuck in a place she didn't know.Stuck. She has grown used to the feeling by now.She thought about the previous evening.Nicholas had been terrified,