The Billionaires Deadly Sniper

Chapter 3

Now that Zoe had successfully entered ONYX Holdings in disguise, the next target wasn’t Victor Alaric Kane, it was Hannah Velasquez. Questions were fired at her like stones, but Zoe passed through every test, her mask hiding her real identity. One slip, and the mission would be over revealing her true self meant death, or worse.

Her ears caught a familiar voice from behind.

(“The cigar isn’t helping, huh?”) the guard laughed, nudging her in Spanish.

(“Leave it.”) she scoffed, keeping her eyes forward.

Briskly, she held her bag close loaded with guns, grenades, and tear gas, each item a silent promise of chaos.

The guard smirked again.

“Oh… new rucksack today, that’s cool.”

Zoe froze for a heartbeat, staring blankly at Smith, the security personnel, his expression curious.

“Is everything alright, old Janet?” he asked.

She didn’t respond. Her focus never wavered. She turned, pushing toward a trolley with a compartment for trash, gathering cleaning materials just as the real Janet would. Luckily, no one could question her now — Janet was gone.

The trolley squeaked softly as she trundled it toward the elevator. She swiped the ID hanging around her neck, the doors sliding open effortlessly. The lift accepted her, closing behind with a soft whoosh. She pressed the button for the fourth floor, where Hannah’s office awaited.

A robotic voice echoed softly:

“Access granted.”

Zoe allowed a dry smile. Inside the elevator, the silence was almost suffocating, her heart beating in perfect rhythm with her breathing. Every motion, every sound had been rehearsed, every detail accounted for. Security cameras captured her image, and on the monitor, one guard’s brow furrowed. Something about her movements didn’t match the old woman he knew.

He greeted her cautiously.

“Evening, Janet.”

Zoe’s voice was weary, fragile, a perfect mimicry.

“Who is here today?” she asked, her tone neutral, testing names before she struck. She had bypassed every checkpoint flawlessly, but confirmation was vital. One wrong person, and the contract would fail.

“Only Hannah Velasquez and Mr. Sebastian Kane,” he replied, eyes following her carefully.

“Where do they want me to start working? Did anyone say?” Zoe pressed again.

“Not to me,” he replied, but his suspicion lingered. His gaze lingered longer than normal, a silent alarm Zoe ignored.

Avoiding eye contact, she moved toward the office, silent and deliberate. The security man’s stare remained, but Zoe had already passed the critical point. She could hear the muffled chatter of Sebastian Kane and Hannah through the office walls, their tones light and intimate. Perfect. She ducked into a nearby vacant office, rolling the trolley inside and locking the door behind her.

Through the thin walls, she could sense their closeness. Smith, leaning casually against Hannah’s desk, and Hannah, perched at the edge, laughing softly romantic, yet unbound. Today, their private moment was blissfully unaware of the storm about to hit.

Zoe had no time for observation. She had come for business, and the cost would be high. Years in the Special Forces had honed her into the deadliest sniper alive. Her aim was instantaneous, her patience unending. No mission had ever been wasted.

Her bag landed softly on the office floor. She moved to the blinds and drew them slowly, the rustling sound deliberate.

Her eyes caught a vacuum cleaner in the corner *perfect* Noise could be her ally. Plugging it into the socket, she switched it on, the whirring immediately filling the room.

Hannah’s head turned instinctively toward the sound, curiosity pulling her from the desk. That was exactly as Zoe had planned.

From her bag, she drew the silencer, checking the gun quickly. Every bullet was loaded, packed neatly in her apron pocket. Every step had been calculated.

Meanwhile, Sebastian remained oblivious, distracted by Hannah’s focus, drawn quietly to her presence rather than the task at hand. They discussed a new innovation for Onyx Holdings and how to get potential client acquisition that would bring in millions into the Kane family account. Sebastian Kane didn’t register the imminent danger inching closer.

Hannah, inquisitive and unsuspecting, left her desk to investigate the whirring vacuum.

That was her last mistake. She opened the door, entered the office and closed the door behind her. She was welcomed with a bullet on the forehead.

Zoe never missed, Hannah slumped and died instantly.Hannah Velasquez staggered only a breath before her knees buckled. She collapsed like a puppet cut loose, lifeless eyes staring into nothing. Zoe never missed.

The room was instantly heavy with silence, the vacuum’s low whirring in the background was the only sound.

Outside, the nearby security guard jolted. The muffled pop was barely audible, but it reached him. For a moment, he sat frozen, unsure if his ears were deceiving him. His brow furrowed. The noise was faint, but unusual. Reluctantly, he pushed up from his chair.

Inside, Zoe dragged Hannah’s body to a shadowed corner, her movements were calm and deliberate. She didn’t bother to look at the blood pooling across the carpet. She whispered under her breath, cold and detached.

“One more to go.”

Her hand brushed the trolley as she slipped out, leaving the vacuum running, a decoy hum masking her footsteps.

But fate wasn’t blind. As she eased the office door open, the guard was already on his way, drawn by instinct. His eyes narrowed, suspicion flickering. For a split second, he wasn’t sure if the old cleaner was truly harmless.

“Old woman,” he muttered, forcing a smirk, “you left the vacuum running.”

Zoe kept her gaze low, her hands slow, every breath measured. Then, as if fumbling in her apron, her fingers brushed the gun’s grip. The guard’s smile faltered, realization struck him too late. He reached for his holster, panic flashing in his eyes.

The shot was quick, precise. The silenced bullet ripped into his arm. He cried out, stumbling back, gun clattering against the wall.

The sound carried farther than Zoe intended.

From Hannah’s office, Sebastian Kane jerked at the noise. He froze for half a second, then rushed to the blinds, peering out. His heart slammed against his ribs. And then two sharp cracks shattered the glass.

Zoe’s bullets missed his skull by inches, stopped by the frame’s reinforced barrier. Shards scattered across the desk. Smith ducked instantly, rolling sideways, and slammed his hand against the alarm. A shrill warning echoed through the building.

Zoe didn’t retreat. She stalked forward, the gun steady in her hands, intent on finishing what she had started.

On the floor behind her, the wounded guard groaned, crawling desperately toward his pistol with his good arm. His breath came in ragged gasps, sweat and blood soaking his uniform.

Zoe didn’t spare him mercy. A second bullet silenced him forever.

Her focus locked back on Sebastian Kane.

He was already gone. She heard him pounding down the stairwell, each step frantic, echoing. The sound was like prey crashing through the forest, hunted and terrified.

Zoe gave chase. The stairwell was wide, endless two hundred and fifty steps spiraling toward the ground. She fired as she moved, shots ricocheting off railings and walls, sparks biting into the air. Each miss drove Smith harder, panic fueling his desperate sprint.

Then luck betrayed him. A bullet tore through his leg. He screamed, his body lurching forward, tumbling down the steps. He rolled violently before collapsing against a landing, breath rasping in shallow bursts. His hands trembled as he clawed at the railing, trying to pull himself upright.

Zoe halted at a distance. She raised her gun slowly, almost ceremoniously, her breathing calm against the frantic beating of his.

Sebastian Kane looked up, his face pale with terror, tears streaking down his cheeks. His voice broke, begging.

“Please… don’t… I’ll do anything…”

Zoe’s finger curled on the trigger.

Then the sound tore through. Sirens…. sharp, wailing, growing louder outside the building. Police.

Zoe’s jaw clenched. She exhaled through her nose, low and sharp, annoyance flickering across her cold features. She hissed under her breath, lowering the weapon. “Bad day.”