Petra took a sip of his wine. "Why did you have to quit?"
"The family business has been struggling since my brother's death, and I had to study and take it over," Xazix explained.
Petra nodded, he knew all about that. His friend has really been through a lot since the death of his elder brother. "Just one more time won't hurt, man. Think about that woman and the small baby boy who may be in danger. They probably miss their father."
Xazix was reminded of the story, he had seen it on the news. It made him angry then, and it still does now. He has zero tolerance for any woman who uses a child for evil purposes, no matter her mental state.
"So, that story was true," he muttered
"Yeah, it's really true. She might even kill the baby whenever it suits her."
Xazix took a deep swallow, feeling uneasy about the situation Petra had described. The thought of the baby being in danger had hit him hard and he reacted by slamming his glass on the table.
"I'll take the job," he declared, his voice firm and resolute.
Petra's face lit up with happiness and relief. "But just this one job," Xazix emphasized, giving his friend a stern look. Petra quickly nodded in agreement.
Xaxiz had promised himself to quit hunting, but he found himself drawn to it nonetheless. He couldn't fathom the idea of a mentally unstable woman taking advantage of her husband's kindness and running away with their son. To him, any injustice against children was unforgivable and he had good reason for feeling that way.
An hour later, Petra had left. As he stared at the file of the girl who was his mission, he withdrew the three pictures of her and gazed intently at them. "I will find you and bring you back, no matter what."
Ludale McCully had a smile playing on his lips as he sat waiting for the bounty hunter that had been recommended to him.
That woman thinks she can escape from him. he'll finally get the chance to show her who was in charge. He'll tie her in the basement for a week this time and he will deal with her with unimaginable ways. He'll show her who was boss and by the time he was done with her, she would never try to run away again.
The door opened and a tall, bulky man walked in. He was dressed in black leather overall and looked stoic and unapproachable. His back was broad and his muscles strained to be free, giving the appearance of a wrestler or an assassin. The dark glasses covering his eyes added to his killer-like appearance. Ludale doesn't need anyone to tell him that the muscled man was the bounty hunter.
"Mr McCully," the bounty hunter said, his voice rich and deep as he stretched out his hand for a handshake.
Ludale took his hand and offered him a seat. "Xazix Dantes," he introduced himself, trying to keep his voice firm despite the unusual note of fear in it.
Ludale poured a glass of wine for the bounty hunter and pushed it towards him. "Thanks," the bounty hunter muttered as he took a sip.
"So, you came highly recommended," Ludale said, not wanting to waste any more time.
"Seems like it," the bounty hunter replied with a shrug.
"Very good. You see, I really need you to help me find my wife...for the sake of my poor innocent boy."
"Just give me her last location, some pictures, and a file on her. I'll handle it."
"You will?" Ludale asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Perfectly," the bounty hunter replied with another shrug, "It's my job."
JASAMINA
My legs ache from the constant walking and blisters have started forming on them. I hold Jaime tightly to me as I trudge forward. I've lost track of which day it is, feeling like I've been walking these streets forever. The shoulder I carry the leather of our portable traveling box on hurts terribly, and my right arm hurts from holding Jaime for so long.
Tears fill my eyes as I keep walking. It's night again and I'm searching for a motel room to rent with the last of my money. At least, I know I'm almost at my destination.
I glance at my poor baby and tears spill down my cheeks. Jaime is sick. He has an unusual high temperature and has been restless. He cries every chance he gets, and the sound tears at my heart knowing there's nothing I can do to ease his pain.
In desperation, I'd rushed to a pharmacy in the afternoon, not caring about the consequences. The nurse had wrote down the drugs I'd needed to buy for Jaime, and though she stared at me suspiciously, she gave me the prescription.
"Try to buy these drugs and give them to him as I wrote, and your baby will be fine. You have to buy them quickly though," she'd instructed.
I nodded, but upon seeing the price of the drugs, I'd burst into tears and walked away with Jaime. The drugs cost a fortune I didn't have.