Love For The Bounty Hunter, Kimbasue [good fiction books to read txt] 📗

Brandon was getting ready as he did any other day. This morning he had to make sure he was dressed and ready to walk out the door at 7 am it was already 6:15, he had to move his butt if he was going to make it on time.
He was training someone new today so he had to make sure he was on his toes, he had everything they were going to need, and he needed some energy. They were bounty hunters and asked, “Do we get a gun soon? Are we the police”, this was annoying questions because if they read their booklet the student would know that he was not going to get a gun, they used pepper spray, wore bullet proof vest, and made sure they had back up.
Brandon is 5’8 and 175 lbs and he could move fast. In this line of work you were running all the time, you would have to chase the suspect, and if you are not in shape this is not the job for you.
Finally ready to walk out there he blew out a breath, cleared his mind, and prayed to god he would have a good day.
It took twenty-minutes to get to his office on the other side of town; he owned his own building after four years of working for someone else. He now had his own which he named, “Brandon’s Bail Bonds.” He loved owning his business, though he did hate that he had to travel so much because the suspects would fled. It would be nice to have a calm home, with children and a wife.
He shook his head to clear those thoughts. He did not have time for a family at this time and besides no relationship he was in ever lasted long enough to start a family.
Stepping out of his air-conditioned car he immediately felt the heat of the sun hit his face. He hurried across the parking lot and stepped inside the cold air in the building, “ Snake, Dave, And Steve lets go look at this paper work we have for the day.” He shouted when he entered the building.
When the three men were seated around the table Brandon asked, “has anyone of you seen the new kid yet”
The three men shook their head no in unison. They looked out the window, which was covered with advertisements waiting to see if he would walk in any minute. This was not a good sign to be late on the first day of work. Within five minutes and the new guy had not shown up Brandon went on without, briefing the others on the case for the day.
Snake shouted, “Let’s suit up and hit the streets.” Brandon tried to call Nick to see why he was not at work yet. He did not get an answer, pushing the end talk button, and clipping the phone to its clip on his belt loop; he put his hand in the air and pointed his first finger towards the sky circling it around. Everyone knew that meant round up and get into the vehicles.
Snake and Brando drove together every “mission” it was just their thing, they have gotten close over the years, they actually started off with the same company. They joked and laughed as long as they were focused on the suspect. Each would make sure they had the picture they had seen back in the office, and periodically on the drive to their last known location.
You had to be on your toes on this job. You knew if someone was hiding him and would hurt you instead of helping out, or the suspect would bolt out of somewhere and you would have to chase them down. There was the possibility of getting shot though the crew had to wear bullet proof vest.
Two hours into the search Brandon’s cell phone started ringing. He snatched the phone from his hip, hitting the talk button, “ hello this is Brandon, how can I help you?” the phone was quite for a minute before someone said, “ Brandon it’s me, dude I am sorry I did not make it to work on time, by the time I got there you all were gone.”
It was Brandon’s turn to be quite as he pulled the cell phone away from his ear. He looked at it as if he were looking at the person on the phone, putting the phone back to his ear he said, “we waited there for 15 minutes and you never showed. We did not have all day; there is a job to be done here. I will talk with you when I get back to the office.”
“Dude, that was the new guy Nick. He is just calling saying he is sorry he was late. Shouldn’t have called earlier this morning?”
Snake laughed and said yes at the same time. “He might not be a morning person. In that case we would not be able to use him; this is0 around the clock work some nights.”
Knocking the neighbor’s doors to get information the suspect they were looking for, making phone calls and driving around was actually tiring. They were all getting tired and not one sight of the suspect. Brandon was thinking of calling it a night when Dave from the other car said, “I got a call saying he is at the beach two blocks from here. If we move in slow then hit him fast we should be able to get down and out of here in no time.”
That is not what happened though it did sound like a good plan at the time. Someone must have tipped him off about Brandon coming because when they pulled and got out of their vehicles, before his crew could make a move the suspect pulled out a gun and shot Brandon.
Dave used his stun gun on the suspect so he would drop the weapon and be cuffed without any other problem. Steve was checking Brandon to see where he had been shot and how bad.
“It’s just the left arm and it is just a graze I think I will be okay.”
“You know how this works, it’s the rules. If anyone gets hurt on the job they have to go to the ER. So I will help you up and stay in the waiting room until you are done.”
“I will let you drop me off at the ER but I will find my own way home. I don’t know why they make us stick to those stupid rules.”
Pulling up in front of the ER Brandon got out of the car, before closing the door he said, “this is not getting any of us out of work tomorrow.” And he walked inside the hospital.
Brandon hated going to the hospital because of this reason, why would a patient need to sit in the waiting room for so long when this was supposed to be the ER, he was getting ready to walk to the desk when they finally called his name, “Brandon Duster.”

“Please come in and sit on the table, I will be right back I forgot something.”
She walked out just as fast as she walked him into room. He sat there thinking he wished she would hurry up, and there before his eyes she re-appeared.
“Sorry about that another emergency. I need to check and clean your wound and I need to get your blood pressure.”
Brandon lifted his arm so she could wash the blood off his wound, that stung so bad he wanted to run out the door, but he was stronger than that. Before she started to butterfly stitch his left arm she smiled at him and said, “I am sorry long day, my name is Dr. Cotton, I need to make sure you do not get an infection. Now I am closing the wound so that I can take your blood pressure. How did this happen to you, if I may ask. You do not look like a police officer.”
Brandon chuckled under his breath and said,” I am a bounty hunter and the suspect got tipped I was coming so he shot at me. It was just a graze but they make you come be seen by a doctor. That is why I am here today.”
She continued her work and when she was finished and handed him the clipboard to sign, his heart felt like it fell out of his chest.
What the hell was wrong with him? Sure she was pretty with her long blonde hair and blue eyes. She has a gorgeous smile and the twitch in her walk was making his manhood want to grow.
“I will be back with your discharge papers and make sure you follow the directions on these papers here. This will assure that you do not end up back here, well at least not for infection.” She giggled and walked out of the room, leaving him feel alone and out of place. He reasoned that he was out of place being in a hospital.
Thirty-minutes later he was standing out front waiting for his cab to arrive and thinking how in the world it took someone thirty-minutes to be discharged. The bright sun was shining in his eyes making everything a glare and the medication for pain that he was on made him sick to stomach when he was in the sun, so he took a few steps back and sat on a bench under a big oak tree.
Stepping into the cab Brandon told the cab driver where he needed to go. The whole ride home for some reason he could not shake the thoughts of the DR. in the ER tonight. He wanted to see her physically in front of him, not the mental images. The cab driver announced,” we are here Sir. That will be $22.65.”
Quickly handing over $25 and telling the cabbie to keep the change, Brandon stepped out of the cab and looked at his apartment. He could not wait to go inside and lay in his bed; he has a bedroom that is made to fit his personality; modern appliances and his clothes. He was not home to watch TV so he does not have a big stupid plasma TV instead he has a small TV set in his bedroom where he spends most of his time.
He laughed to himself as he pushed the door open to enter the apartment. “Like a woman like her would date a bounty hunter that leads a dangerous life and she tries to save lives. Though she will be a great fantasy since I am single.” As soon as the words that were out of his mouth he saw a brown haired, brown eyes woman staring at him.
“I don’t think you need to be single. You can come to