El Cazador Quiere Vivir Tranquilamente Novels & Stories

"Just relax. If you want to be with Hazel, you have to tell Kiev firmly. In the end Kiev won't be able to do anything if you don't want to go back to the bureau.” “I'm tired of living as an assassin. I started to find happiness with the noisy girls as well as Hazel. When I played with them in the forest, without realizing it I had imagined how exciting my life would be if I went to the forest with my own child. There will be more emotional bonds created between us. More affection, and I will get my normality back.”

I'm thinking of not using my savings in the bank because they might report it to Gavin. "Come what may..." It's just a begining anyway. It's not bad to try new things. For now... "I just want to travel to a far away place. Where there's only me who I need to think about. Living in peace and quiet environment." That's right. I guess I'll do my best to achieve the peace and quiet life I've been wishing ever since I was a kid. Maybe it's time to do things I like. Free with no one to think. With no ranks and whatnots. No assassin to worry about and no... No weird jerk husband that can hurt me.

“You’re a target. A target to get to Casio.” Shaking my head, looking away, “I didn’t ask for any of this.” “I know.” He stepped closer, “But you’re involved now. Ansaldo knows who you are, probably knows how you look. He is much more dangerous than Casio. He kills for the fun of it. If he manages to get to you, you’ll do it when you’re alone and when we least expect it.” I sank onto the couch, wrapping my arms around my knees. My voice cracked as I spoke, “I don’t want that type of life. Trapped. Watched. I just wanted to have a normal life. Work my dream job, fall in love.”

"It's interesting seeing this side of you from time to time." "Why is that? Are you a sadist?" "No! That's not what I meant!" "Then why?" Caçador stops to consider what he was going to say next. Leaning into his chair and looking up at the ceiling. "Because it makes you feel human. I prefer humans after all." *** "If my guess is correct about you guys, you were hired without context to do something to a gang called the Escravos, yes?"

He asked looking confused “No, until her killer is found and justice is carried out her spirit will remain restless” “Am I not having your child anymore?” I asked surprising him and he turned to look at me “You want to go?” He asked, I face upwards gazing into the sky “Of course, I have a life before you came, I want to go back to my peaceful life” “Peaceful? You mean the pack house is not peaceful?” “I just want to have the child and leave, I want to go back to my normal life, a place where I’m not being controlled or limited to do stuff, most importantly I still need to find my mate”

And then he stepped out from one of the cars. “Well, if it isn't Mr Moretti himself.” Cazador snides, smirking in his stride. He stops a few feets from me. Of course that wasn't his name but it was what he was famous for in the underworld, known for hunting down mafia affiliated organisations and putting them behind bars. It meant hunter. He's been on my tail since forever and still got nothing on me. “And if it isn't the hunter lawman. What are you doing out of your post this lovely evening, Torrento Sanchez?”

I inquired, hoping that it was as dull as dishwater out there. Lucas's brows furrowed as he took a seat on the log beside me. "Stop worrying. They'll be fine," he assured me. That's not what I asked. "Don't do that," I pointed out his error. "Please don't deflect my question. I specifically asked if it was quiet out there, and your response was 'don't worry.' Of course, I'm going to worry." Lucas sighed with resignation. "What do you want me to say? That they crossed paths with hunters?" My food churned in my stomach. "Did they?" I dreaded the answer to my query, but not knowing the outcome felt much worse. Lucas nodded, making me swallow thickly. "Yes, but no one was hurt. That's why I told

"When we get out, if we get out, we're leaving everything behind. The club. The city. All of it." "What about Marcus and Rafe?" "They can come if they want. But I'm done with this life. Done with wars and enemies and debts." "What will we do?" "I don't know. Something quiet. Something safe." "Sounds boring." "After this? Boring sounds perfect." I leaned against him. Careful of his wounds. "Tell me more. About our quiet life." "House by the water maybe. Small. Nothing fancy." "And the baby?" "Grows up normal. School. Friends. No violence."

“He’s human. Unfortunately.” A startled laugh almost escaped me. It came out broken instead. Colton’s expression softened, then settled again. “Some people know enough to stay quiet. Some know nothing and convince themselves they do. And some know just enough to become dangerous.” “The hunters.” “Yes.” I rubbed my fingertips against the edge of the table. “They’re not just drunk men with guns.” “No.” My house creaked around us as wind moved over the roof. I glanced toward the dark square of the kitchen window, where my own reflection stared back pale and wide eyed.

he asked genuinely curious. "Yes...I do farmers work all the time Brandon." Ezekiel chuckled slightly then sighed and looked out over the fields. The sigh was content and serious at the same time. "Its not all about being a Bad ass....but you know I'd rather be doing this, then arresting Shifters or breaking up fights or worse investigating a murder." Ezekiel told him softly. "Just simple farmers work means to me that there is peace in our Lands and I wouldn't have it any other way."