Bounty Hunter Cowboy Novels & Stories

I said, glaring at the wolf, itching to stab that waggling tongue of his. Was there a way I could kill him without making Lucia even more suspicious? “Ryan, do you know these people?” she asked bluntly. Might as well give her enough to let me off the hook. “Bounty hunters. They are a small pack further East and they work for whoever pays them.” She pressed further stubbornly. “And do you know who that is? Who were they sent to kill?” “No,” I admitted truthfully. “They are often hired to capture deserters alive. There might be a runaway from Northern Fang on the loose.”

He was a bounty hunter,he perceived people were always going to be after him. He was always extra careful about covering his tracks, never left a sign of his presence anywhere he went, was always up and ready to leave when an assignment was over, rarely formed attachments anywhere he went, he decided attachments would only make leaving harder and tracing him easier. But the life was getting lonely and at thirty two years of age, finally settling down and leaving his past behind was beginning to seem like a good option after all. A place like bronze city would be a perfect place to settle down. Admist the gang clashes, the place was actually peaceful and the people were comely and friendly. B

Marco smiled at me. "You have been sneaky and dishonest, Wilde, and it is time for you to pay?" He said to me, and I was a bit confused. "Why? what did I do?"I asked, and he smiled. "Where is John Hunter?" he asked, and honestly, I did not know. "How am I supposed to know?" I asked him, and he grinned evilly.

What in the world was that even supposed to mean? “Before I met Rosco, I was a bounty hunter.” Marty explains, passing the alcohol to me. “I killed for the highest bidder and didn’t give two shits about who it was I was offing. It could be a high-ranking wolf with immense power or some slum lord on the street. If the price was right, I’d kill them in a heartbeat.” “I see.” Taking a sip of the bacardi, I wait as Marty seems to collect his thoughts.

My cheeks warm, watching as he silently watched me with an unreadable expression. I swallowed, averting my gaze back to the wound. “Was it the French?” I ask softly. Sasha shifts his weight, pushing deeper between my thighs. “Yes.” He replies gruffly. My heart hammers from our proximity, the thick steam of the bathroom not helping the situation. “A Russian bounty hunter, hired by the French for a large sum of money. “ He continues softly, tightening his hold on my waist with clenched jaws. My heart skips, fear flashing through my head, and Sasha could see right through it. “B-bounty hunter?” I asked shakily.

“Do you have a death wish? Do you have any idea who he is teamed up with?” “We are well aware,” Bastien said, “that’s why we have come to you, Kol.” “It is a death sentence, Bastien, my answer is no!” “I told you this would be a waste of time, this man is a coward,” Leo spat bitterly. Kol rose from his seat with a furious look in his eyes, “I am no coward! A skilled bounty hunter like me knows a fool’s errand from a daring raid.” I recognized the name Kol although I had been away for nearly two decades, I could not believe that he was still alive and well. Usually, bounty hunters especially those who hunted supernatural creatures like vampires didn’t live very long and the reason was obvious

“Everyone with eyes can see Maya is in love with you. Hell, she’s obsessed, and you know it. But you keep encouraging her.” I exhaled sharply and dropped onto the couch, my hands clenching at my sides as I fought to control my temper. The leather creaked under my weight. Gabriel was right about some of it, but admitting that out loud felt like handing over too much. After a few minutes, Gabriel broke the silence, shifting to safer ground. “What do you think about the new foreman I sent to the ranch?” I leaned back, grateful for the change. “He’s solid. No complaints so far. His experience impressed me.”

The scar under Silas’s left shoulder is the same place Crescent wolves were marked after oath-taking. Ethan had fallen for a spy. And now, he was chasing him into open fire. Unknown POV A figure stepped through the smoke of the ridge, cloak whipping in the wind. The bounty hunters were gone. Only blood remained. And Silas Unconscious. Broken. Still breathing. The figure crouched beside him. Fingers brushed his throat. Then lifted a comm. “Target secured. Prepare for delivery.” Because loyalty is a weapon And someone just pulled the trigger.

Pissed mainly at that flutter in his stomach when she said she'd come back later—a feeling that wasn't fear, but rather, anticipation? "Shit," he grumbled into the pillow, burying his face in it. Serenity Creek had turned into a minefield, and he, Ethan Callahan, the toughest cowboy in the county, was stepping on all the bombs. And the nurse with the brown eyes was the biggest one.

"A billionaire in D.C. is looking for his missing granddaughter. Word is the trail leads straight to Los Angeles. Payout is enough to buy three mansions in Beverly Hills." "Not interested," I said. "I don't do 'missing persons' cases. Don't bore me." "Wait! Don't hang up!" his voice dropped. "There's another one—a national bounty posted by the Darkstar pack." I stopped tapping the side of the bottle. "Go on." "The Darkstars is going ballistic looking for someone. They've put up a ten-million-dollar bounty just to get the 'Hidden Healer' to show their face. Even the person who gives the tip gets a massive cut."