Cain Taggert - A Spider’s Web #892940

They say death wears many faces.
Sometimes, it’s a bullet in the dark.
Sometimes, it’s a whispered name you never hear twice.
And sometimes, death is a man who doesn’t speak unless it’s the last thing you’ll ever hear.
Cain Taggert was never officially born.
No birth certificate. No digital footprint. No past. No future.
Just a trail of corpses and unsolved mysteries stretching across every continent on the map.
In the underworld, he’s folklore.
To black-ops agencies, he’s a liability they’d rather pretend doesn’t exist.
To those who’ve hired him — presidents, billionaires, arms dealers, ghosts in three-piece suits — he’s a precision tool, the kind you only use when all morality has left the room.
His aliases are countless.
His movements, untraceable.
His kills? Unbelievable.
Some say he was KGB, trained in Moscow under the cold steel doctrine of the old world.
Others whisper MI6 — a British mistake that became America’s dirty weapon.
Then there are those who claim he was an experiment — a human scalpel sharpened by war, betrayal, and something deeper: loss.
But none of that mattered.
Because Cain Taggert had one rule.
Once the name hits the paper, the clock starts ticking.
No negotiations. No second chances.
And once The Spider begins to spin his web, not even the Devil himself could unravel it.
For years, he disappeared.
Gone. Buried in whispers and forgotten files.
Some prayed he was dead.
Others knew better.
And when he came back, he didn’t return for contracts.
He came for revenge.
Not just on the killers of his family…
But on the system that created them.
The CIA.
The militias.
The Vice President of the United States.
All of them had spun their lies into a web of blood.
They just never expected the Spider to be waiting at the center.