Bounty Hunter Watts Bloods Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Callum tried to be precise and accurate this time. For the fucking 5th time. And he couldn’t catch a hamster. Seriously. With the power he now had being a vampire and a wolf. Jeez. He took his mark. And focused. He blocked everything in his mind. The buzz from the pack. The encouragement from Dad, even when he wasn’t Swift. He could hear them. He blocked all teases from Max and the Betas in the pack. He zoomed out everything except for the little white creature who was grazing and nibbling on the grass.

I blinked, looking back at Yvonne with a scrunched-up face, "I thought you were talking about vampires- how did you get to that rich, arrogant, cold bad boy again? He's all that, but you still call him eligible?" "He's not a boy. He's a man. Famous, handsome, yet frightening at times. Kassandra did tame him. It's a difficult job, so props to her," she says with a smile while I shudder at the sound of her name. Unable to take any more of her unnecessary information, Giselle got up from her seat, seeing that the sun had gone down. The street lights lit the empty, clean road outside of the cafe. A group of police passed by holding two children that must have been missing their parents again.

I have to be going and coming because I knew Adam wouldn't like it. "No, I will return. Tell the enforcer's to join me at the greater gate." I told Kyle. "Alright, they will transport you to the place." He said, and I nodded. Before the Bloods took over, we usually ran around with our wolves and those of us that didn't have wolves walked. It was the bloods that brought cars and buses. Their engineers made them with science, and it was amazing to see something mechanical that ran on its own without magic. We were yet to know where they had gotten the knowledge from, but as good as it was, it made people lazy.