Just A Humble Bounty Hunter Novels & Stories

“I just want you to go away.” “I know you don’t believe this, but Bart did love you. I’m sure that he’d want you to attend his funeral,” Jack said quietly. “That’s all I came to say.” As he started to walk away he stopped and added, “Think long and hard. Once he’s buried you can’t take back your actions. Could you really live with yourself knowing that you didn’t attend his funeral?” “How did you find me?” I asked. “I’m a bounty hunter,” he replied. “Finding people is what I do.”

Debbie could run into all sorts in the city; muggers, con-artists, and child molesters. He broke out into a sweat at the thought. If anyone harmed her, he would kill them, plain and simple. He started rubbing his forehead. Life was strange. When he first came back to New York, he was looking for the love of his life. He had ended up finding his lost love. Now, he was on the hunt for a child he never knew he had. “We’ll find her, Charles,” Calvin said with confidence. “If we don’t, the NYPD will.”

“What’s the catch?” “information.” “Carry on.” “On the American and the Sicilian alliance.” “We’re teaming up to get rid. of Milan. They have messed with my shipment as well as theirs. I also heard you’re messing with the Americans.” “Mmmhm. Let’s say I have a reason.” “I’ll trust you on that, but now that you know this, you won’t mind coming as backup, will you?” Backup. That was one way to show Jax that I am the Black Hunter and not someone to mess with. “I’d love to be back up.”

he patted me on the shoulder, I realised then that because I had commanded him not to shoot me he couldn't, this was my chance "Tell me who you are? Why do you want to kill us?" I asked, the man scoffed but answered "My name is Anton, I'm a bounty hunter, I was hired to kill you" he spoke the last bit looking at me "Why?" I asked a little freaked out "Because my boss doesn't like you" I looked at Thomas "Is he your boss?" I asked Anton pointing at Thomas "No" was all he said, I stepped closer to him

] A cold, emotionless synthetic voice came from everyone's phone at the same time. "Quest One. Publicize the evidence of Gary's papers written by a proxy. The Bounty is three thousand dollars." "Quest Two. Find the female student from the department of finance who was getting intimate with Gary in the video. The Bounty is five thousand dollars." One quest after another appeared. On the app's map, the small red dot that represented me disappeared completely. In its place was Gary's real-time location. It was a huge, flashing red dot like a target. At that moment, the hunter became the hunted.

“What do you mean? A… bounty?” “Yes.” Hazel’s voice shook. “Declared an hour ago. Dead or alive.” My stomach twisted. Cold sweat slid down my spine. Dead or alive. A bounty meant hunters. A bounty meant wolves. A bounty meant strangers with greedy eyes and no hesitation to drag me back, or worse…. “Who?” The word tore from my throat, jagged and raw. “Who would do that?” Hazel hesitated, and that silence was louder than any answer. “No.” My chest heaved. “No, no…don’t tell me… Cardan. Did he—?”

Then, as I’m on my knees, I feel the cold steel of a Beretta pressed against the back of my head and the sound of the hammer being pulled back. Years of training and for what? How have I become this weak in just a few months? As much as I hate to admit it, this fucker is right… I am a disgrace. It is the end for me. This isn’t Xenia who will drop her weapon and understand; this is a ruthless bounty hunter sent by my father to bring me home either dead or alive. For some reason, a laugh bubbles up into my throat and I realize that I’m about to die at the hand of someone who was probably an ally once.

“You’ve gotten me into this mess, now you’re going to get me out.” “I’m sorry,” she said in mock, putting a hand over her ample bosom. “I was not the one who is ‘destined’ to save the werewolf race. I’m merely the bounty hunter who was supposed to deliver you to the client. I’m sorry for taking pity on you and trying to save you from your damned kind! So, you’re welcome!”

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

Jolene ordered over the phone, her eyes fixed on the screen as she typed furiously, gathering as many reporters as she could. - Maximus sighed. "Oh, dear Tatiana. The cops won't do a thing. Aren't you tired of using the same old tricks?" Tatiana gazed down at her stomach, gently caressing it with her thumb. "That's not all, Father. Of course, I know how dirty you play your games. The cops won't do anything... but the bounty hunters will." Maximus froze on the other end of the line. His brow furrowed deeply. Bounty hunters?