Bounty Hunter Gang Novels & Stories

A voice transmitter connected to Caleb and the others. "Start now," and I couldn't help but smile because of what I was thinking. You all will pay. AUTHOR’S POV "AS we all planned. Let's not rush, they have a lot of gangster accomplices. Understand?" Zach told the three armies that they were allied with and also an army of police. They divided all of the four gangsters who were Khalil's companions and were now led by the three of them. While another group is with the police. They are now hidden in the jungle near the Battle Underground. And they have already begun to censor the surroundings.

Lowering my head, I resembled my broken puzzled life along with a deep breath and continued to tell my story. The interviewer gave me a moment to relax. He then asked again. "What happened when you didn't find the boat?" I rigged while answering him. "I suggested finding a shelter to spend a day here. We left with no choice. They agreed with me, and our journey started... to our deaths." I pronounced 'death' in a dull voice. Somewhere I still consider myself responsible for that. We turned our heads, wandered here and there. Belatedly, we found a luxurious palace situated in the middle of Norwood Island.

Eventually, it was just an annoying buzz. “This should be a good spot as any,” I stopped and told the team as we approached a clearing. “What are you doing?” I heard someone ask from behind me. Annoyed, I turned and faced General Abtez. “Don’t you have a prisoner to interrogate General Abtez?” “I do, and if I recall, you have a mission as well.” “Our mission was to find the vampire and bring him to the pack if we couldn’t get answers from him. We did that.”

We rode cautiously through the forest, keeping a watchful eye out for any more surprises. Suddenly, 25 bounty hunters surrounded us, each armed with swords and dressed in intimidating hoods. The group's leader,stepped forward, his face hidden by the hood. "I am Kael, and I demand the heads of Maximus and Felicity," he commanded, his voice chillingly cold. Maximus fearlessly stepped forward, gripping his sword with confidence. "You'll have to get through me first," he declared. Kael chuckled darkly. "So be it," he replied as they both drew their swords and began to clash.

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

Each one was emblazoned with multiple warning labels on the dangers of improper use. The thugs tried their best not to read them. Amal walked up to the counter with Nightmare in her grip. She pushed him into the counter, and knocked some of the air out of his lungs. “Hi!” she said. “We’re here to turn in a couple dozen bounties.” Claire looked up from her terminal and glanced at the group. Seven hardened bounty hunters and five of their grizzled prey. The thirteen of them were a sight to behold. She recognized a number of them.

My stomach dropped. "What?" He nodded. "I hired investigators to find you after you dared to run from me that morning. It took them a week to find you." Something was slamming hard against my rib cage in a really violent way. I knew what it was. My heart. "I found out who you were—Matteo Leone, a twenty three year old bisexual man, living in your father's house like a prisoner." He leaned forward slightly. "I learned everything about you—your urm... useless family, and your situation within hours of funding you."

He looks up at me through his one good eye, as though daring me to hit him again. “You tell us or you die,” I remind him. “He doesn’t deserve this kind of loyalty. You’re just a hired gun.” This guy, Berry or Benny or something, works for one of the other smalltime gangs in the city. They’ve been stealing from us, so I’m coming down hard on them and dismantling their entire little wannabe-drug-syndicate in one fell swoop. Once he gives up his main stash location, my men will burn it to the ground, and they’ll be finished.

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

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.”