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Not deterring, I try my hardest to get to the door. As I feel my fingertips graze the door, my body starts to fall. Oh no! I'm not going to make it!

I look over and see my attacker is suddenly back at my side again. He grabs me as I slip further into the floor. I try to hit him, but my arms aren't responding. This was the most terrifying thing to have ever happened to me.

"Don't be afraid," he says as he gently lays me down, my vision starting to blacken in a haze." I'm here to kill you."


Samantha Howell has everything: a large fortune she doesn't need or want and the perfect fiancee. On the night of her annual family gala, she is kidnapped and imprisoned by an Assassin for hire. Will she find out who is behind this, or will she die trying?

My Assassin

The Man looks back at Max and continues. “Don’t worry! You will have Sam. She will either make her way over here, or my guy at the police station will let us know if she makes her way over there.” 


“I’m fucking paying you for immediate results! Not maybes and probably!” 


The Man looks taken aback. He angrily grabs Max by his throat, lifting him off the ground. 


“I’m not one of your sissy guards! Mind your manners, Maxwell! You pop off at me like that again, and I will write the ending to this story! Do you understand me?!” 


The Man suddenly looks unimpressed and drops Max to the ground. Max starts gasping for air and coughing. He quickly composes himself, then turns and walks behind the Hallowells, glaring at me. 


“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Rebecca asks under her breath. 


Max continues to compose himself, ignoring her. 


“Alright then,” he says, sighing and massaging his throat. Clearly, he’s embarrassed. 


Chapter 90