Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods Novels & Stories

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.

I did not stop there either until I was back home. I opened the car and the driver assisted me with Peter. He was taken inside and because of how urgently I needed to look at him, I had him get laid on the couch. The commotion brought Damon and Garrett downstairs and I just kept on working. "What happened?" Garrett asked while Damon came to look. "Bounty hunters." I responded. "Those bastards!" Damon yelled as he threw something across the room. "Help me! Don't just stand there." I said. "What are we looking for?" Garrett asked.

For a moment, it looked like Antonio wouldn’t drop it, but the moment floodlights detonated the darkness and SUVs poured into the driveway, he slowly set the pistol on the marble and kicked it away. The click echoed louder than the engines dying in sequence outside the mansion. Boots hit the floor in disciplined violence and soon red dots crawled over his chest, throat, face. At least twelve rifles. From the wall of uniforms stepped Breanna. Helmet off, hair pulled back and eyes cold as the North Pole. “Antonio Hunt,” she called, raising the paper high “I have a warrant for your arrest. Murder. Organized criminal enterprise.” She flicked it open, letting the seal catch the light. “You have t

Hence, bounty hunters, unless the bounty instructed otherwise, hunted with the sole mission of killing and sending live videos as evidence of the death. But if that was the case, the more reason he should find Wilson as soon as possible before he runs into the veterans. Those were the really dangerous people. He believed that if Wilson did run into just one, with the latter's current skill set, he was f*cked. "I will jump." He said to Spade who looked at him curiously for a few moments before nodding. "Whatever you say, Mr Charlie." Les than half an hour later, Spade yelled from the pilot's seat.

The bounty hunters swarmed like rabid dogs smelling blood. I sprinted down the narrow alley, using trash cans and the layout to fight back. I kicked over fruit stands, smashed through abandoned glass windows, but there were too many of them. Bang! A bullet grazed my shoulder. The searing pain hit me, and blood instantly soaked my sleeve. I stumbled, crashing into the mud and water. I was trapped in a dead end. A high wall blocked my path, and the sound of footsteps closing in was behind me. "Running out of gas, huh?" Tony laughed, his grin twisted. He raised a rusty pipe, closing in step by step. "You little bastard, today's your last day."

They’ve got fucking snipers coming after you, Cannon. There’s a warehouse in South side to lay low, Cannon. Every single time I was on the fucking run. “Good news is Flames went on a fucking murder rampage” And it concerned me how? Flames was always a loose cannon and that didn’t surprise me. He fucking loved killing more than he loved fucking. “I’m thrilled Flames’ doing what he loves best. Anything else I should know about?” I asked sarcastically assessing my surroundings. Getting comfortable wasn’t a privilege I could afford. From where I was standing one of those bounty hunters would have a clean shot to my head. One shot being from the pharmaceutical building by the side of the road.

He groaned, dazed, half-conscious. “Why are you here?” I asked, voice low, lethal. “Who are you hunting?” He spat blood. “The girl... she’s...she’s from the northern bloodline. There’s a bounty. We were just...just trying to get paid.” I didn’t flinch. “You tried to kidnap a child. You’re not getting paid. You’re getting buried.” I dropped him with a final kick to the skull and turned back to the girl, crouching gently.

He opened it and drunk from it directly, ignoring the angry man on his front. "Huh! You are bounty hunters, right? Young bounty hunters who want to play around the globe. Doing fancy magic shows? Running out wild to earn what? Money? Fame? Build a name? Hah! You don't know me kiddos. I know you're just little cutie novices who will run away from me with your tails on your asses. I am a big name y'know that? My Master will never forgive you if you lay a hand on me. Wait, you already hurt me. Okay, just pay me and I'll think that nothing from this moment happe--"

Bounty hunters? "I may have placed a bounty on you." - In a secretive location, a group of men in black readied their guns and other deadly weapons. The one who seemed to be their leader puffed smoke from his dark lips. "Let's roll, guys. Maximus Wallington, our target, must be dead. That twenty million will be ours." Many other deadly hunters, disguised on the streets, saw the job on the secretive dark platforms. Twenty million dollars for whoever kills... Maximus Wallington.