Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods 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.”

"In as much as I don't believe it, I would like to think that the no human blood rule was his muse in this." Roman arched his brows. "Well, what has the no human blood rule given you a muse for?" He snickered. Realizing how her words sounded, she adjusted her sitting position. "Don't look at me like that." She said to Roman. "You're probably thinking that I'm still haunting for human blood?" "Are you?" Roman asked. "I'm not going to deny the fact that I don't have the urge and desire. It comes. But you know me, " she winked at him, "I ordered mine from the hospital. I don't do it illegally."

Instead of biting the hunter, he bites his arm until fresh blood flows in it. When he was calm, he look at the woman again. He presses his hand between her neck and shoulder then, he removes the small stain of her blood from his bite. Later on, he heard a sound of a car. Therefore, he decided to look at who was coming. He stood up and face her one last time before leaving the sleeping werewolf hunter. Little did he knows, the woman is not fully unconscious, she feel the bite of the man and she saw his face. ~~~

“I’m not your prisoner.” “You are whatever I say you are.” His voice dropped. He leaned closer, his jaw tight with restrained violence. “One step out of line, one call to the press, one attempt to run and your father goes into solitary. I’ll make sure he never sees daylight again. Do you understand?” I met his cold grey eyes. There was nothing there but hatred. “I understand.” “Good,” he said quietly. “Don’t get comfortable, Isabella. You’re a Santoro a murderer’s daughter. Once that baby is out of you, you’re nothing to me. Just a debt to be paid.”

“What is it this time?” “Why are you spending so much on an RV? Do you even have that money?” I didn’t answer the first part and gave him a simple “Yes” I decided not to explain much and just opened my new phone and showed him my savings his eyes widened. “That's...” he gulped”..a lot of zeros…what did you do, rob a bank?” Ii am… well I was …” I tilted my head, looking for the word.” I was paid to kill people” I shrugged.

I asked. "In the year 1800, war broke out between the two notorious gangs in New York—the Blood Brothers, and the Blood Kings. This gruesome war lasted for one year. Lord Van Himmer was the leader of the Blood Brothers mafia and led the crew to victory against the Blood Kings." Wendall stopped reading and looked up at me. His eyes widened with shock. "Continue," I motioned.

Soon after, Wessel entered with two rugged men in tow, both in their forties with imposing statutes and bulging muscles, radiating raw power. "Appreciate your efforts, Mr. Penns!" Terry said, his smile spreading as he rose to greet them. "You're too gracious, Mr. Austin," they replied, settling into the couch. "I'm curious, Mr. Austin. Who is it that you need us to handle this time?" The elder brother, Maxim Penn, spoke with a composed and even voice. "With a fifteen-million-dollar bounty on the line, this guy can't be just some random Joe, can he?" The younger brother, Blythe, remarked, casually sipping from his cup.

Detective Henderson waited for her in the hallway—face tight with worry. “June, don’t go back to your apartment or the bakery,” he whispered, eyes darting around. “The Vancents put a bounty on you. Ten million dollars for the girl who burned their jet and stole their contract. Every gang and hitman in the city’s looking for you now.” June stared down the long, empty hallway. No husband to stand beside her, no home left, nothing but a city full of killers on her heels. No money. No friends. Nothing but herself.

The Bloods were done for, because whenever the DEA bust a Crib and make some arrests, it was only a matter of time before the others usually came down one after the other ,like dominoes . She changed the magazine in the gun, took a deep breath, aimed and took another shot at her target. ! ! ! ! ! ! ! It’s was gradually getting dark when Bryan arrived at the harbor which had closed for the day. He made his way to a van that was parked under a shed, and knocked twice before the door slid open and he entered the cramped vehicle.” “Welcome aboard.” Jamal said. “Thanks. So what do we have here?”

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.