Novel & Cerita Just A Humble Bounty Hunter

“Do you have a death wish? Do you have any idea who he is teamed up with?” “We are well aware,” Bastien said, “that’s why we have come to you, Kol.” “It is a death sentence, Bastien, my answer is no!” “I told you this would be a waste of time, this man is a coward,” Leo spat bitterly. Kol rose from his seat with a furious look in his eyes, “I am no coward! A skilled bounty hunter like me knows a fool’s errand from a daring raid.” I recognized the name Kol although I had been away for nearly two decades, I could not believe that he was still alive and well. Usually, bounty hunters especially those who hunted supernatural creatures like vampires didn’t live very long and the reason was obvious

“I can be on the first flight out as soon as you give me clearance.” This makes her frown, and she sits back, cocking her head to the side. After I put the phone down, I grab the back of her head gently and pull her close. “Finish this and I’ll tell you everything,” I say, and like a good fucking girl, she does as she’s told. “So, what was it about?” she asks, perching her ass on my desk after sucking the soul out of me. “Gio needs help again?” “It seems our little bounty hunter has been after him as well, and by the sounds of things, Giovanni has no idea who she is.” I chuckle and shake my head. “Your brother will owe me even more for this. I fucking love leverage.”

I hope I never find out. She knows that everything around her is not perfect, but she doesn't know that she is surrounded by monsters. I include myself. I have not been a Samaritan of God. I have done bad things. Being a bloody bounty hunter wasn't just moving items from one place to another or stealing or transmitting messages. I also had to kill. Yes, none of the people I killed were a sun, all murderers, rapists, abusers and other shitty people who should not exist. But I still did it and it's not a good thing to do.

There were only two people on that island before Bo and Tanawat came, and this man is the person who received the first bullet Zia fired. “What the fuck?” I mumbled under my breath, trapping the cig between my lips as I lifted the picture, scrutinizing it closer. I can’t be mistaken about this man. He’s a bounty hunter who once tried to chop my head off, but I gave him a gift of my own instead. I marked his face with an X about two inches long. They don’t call me X because they like me.

He didn't expect this to take such a time. He walked closer to the three bounty hunters who were rubbing their cheeks. He was the first man to raise his hand on them and the only one that had the power to do so. They bow to him—they are controlled by him—and were trained by him as well. “You three are useless…!!!!” he screeched, stamping his foot heavily on the floor. “What is the essence of having you when she can't be found? Do you think I believe those rumors that she is dead?” he nibbled on his bottom lip, turning his back on them.

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."

The caption of an old newspaper showed that my trusted spiritual healer— a long time ago, used to be a con man, a thief and a rogue. Deserted from his former pack, the Blood Moon pack, he had been on the run for far too long. It held a section at the bottom page with a bounty on his head. A hundred million if anyone could provide any information on him. “How did you get this?” I shot a confused glance in his direction. Justin tightened his lips, dragged a deep breath before he went on to explain what happened. Apparently, he was headed to see the healer himself when he saw him speaking to someone unfamiliar.

Only a fool relaxed in the presence of another predator. "I see you," I said flatly, "but I don't see your knife." He smiled wider. "I'm not really a knife kind of guy." He raised his hands to show me empty palms, then strolled forward with the arrogance of a man who thought he owned the place. He dropped onto my chair, elbows propped on his knees, smirk intact. "You can call me Mr. Wentworth. You must be the bounty hunter after me—us." I stared at him for a long, tense moment, Bianca's soft weight still against me. A dozen scenarios calculated in my head. Attack. Shoot. Negotiate. The odds of survival swayed with each tick of the clock.

I couldn’t bring myself to push her away. She finally left me after inhaling deeply. She had a wide smile on her face by the time she broke the hug. “There are a few people here to see you,” she said, and the tiny relief I felt from the hug was gone. Were the bounty hunters just creating little groups amongst themselves? Did all of them just want me to give them money for information? But the other guy earlier did not ask me to bring any money at all. So what was their game? I couldn’t figure it out. It felt like my mental capacity was reducing by the second. And I wasn’t even playing. Or should I start talking about how weak I actually felt?

The moment the witch left me alone. "Prideful hunters, branding their insignia on every damned thing they own." As she said that with clear disdain, it finally occurred to me with sinking dread that my gun carried the distinctive hunter insignia etched prominently into its side. When I'd aimed at the lizard lady earlier, I'd basically announced loudly who and what I was to everyone watching. How could I possibly make such a rookie mistake? I was better than this. "Fine. I'll go with you." "You didn't have much of a choice, hunter."