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</COLOR>I'M AN ASSASSIN AND I HAD A JOB TO DO little did I know that girl was an assassin too<i></i>A shadowed film, dark, misty and almost hungered, had befallen the chilled blue eyes of Marcus Emmerson Finch. Valkyrie’s hesitance was an open avenue to denial. She hadn’t taken that pathetic...

</COLOR>I'M AN ASSASSIN AND I HAD A JOB TO DO little did I know that girl was an assassin too<i></i>A smirk slithered across Marcus’ stone-jawed expression once again as he heard the bitter snare in the woman’s voice, quite obviously he had pressed all the buttons he’d intended to. And yet...

</COLOR>I'M AN ASSASSIN AND I HAD A JOB TO DO little did I know that girl was an assassin too<i></i>The heart of the city of Sydney was a dirty, atrocious place, or so Marcus Emmerson Finch thought as his heavy footfalls smoothly avoided any contact, through skin or sole with the wads of...

There was not a sign of deliberation in Marcus, not a moments of hesitance or a pang of guilt. It truly didn’t matter to him whether his son lived or died, but what did matter was his dignity. And at almost fifty the art of sacrifice was well and truly under his belt. The rest of the curse was...

To put it quite frankly, Marcus was p!ssed off. Here he was ready to do away with a threat to his damaged reputation, whether that meant scare her off for good or something a little more permanent, and his meddlesome daughter winds up in the way with her boiling rage and shouts to spare. A scowl...

A low and pleased rumble hooked in the sadistic man’s throat as his harsh blue eyes flashed against the rolling tear. How foolish it was of her to put her weaknesses on show before a death eater an ex-death eater. Not that he particularly cared though, she was only a tool for Marcus to get to...

A pleasured smirk sauntered across the ex-death eaters lips at the utter disgust he had caused the young woman. She deserved it and so much more though, humiliation came in no greater forms than in the face of death eaters after all. If only he could thrust her before them, let them pry her away...

There was something other than numbing fear that glassed the green lining of her irises and Marcus was not one to overlook such an expression. The matured man was as cunning as a fox and if that wasn't a dawn of realisition that had crossed the girl that had yanked his mending reputation from...

Marcus Finch leaned back in his seat, reeking with fury as he engaged his only son behind the hardness of his raging blue eyes. It had been years, many years, since he had last seen Izaak. Back then he had been but a lanky, cracking-voiced thirteen year old though now he was a spitting image of...