Hunter
Out of jail and on the hunt, Horse is going after the sexy FBI agent who put him away.
HORSE
Her dark work clothes couldn’t conceal the smoking hot curves she kept underneath. One look at Vesper Cross lit me up like a firecracker on the 4th of July. How was I to know she’d get me jailed for a double murder I didn’t commit?
I knew she was the law. The massive gun under her leather jacket was a giveaway. That and the fact that no matter how hard she tried, she dressed like an undercover fed. However smart and sexy she was, that told me loud and clear to keep well away. But I never could do what I was told.
One dynamite night led to a long stretch in jail.
Now I’m out, and I’m coming to get her.
VESPER
Huge in every sense, he’s got muscles on his muscles, firecrackers in his eyes, and what uncoils in his pants qualifies as artillery.
When he said he was in ‘enforcement,’ I asked him which branch. He said, “I do some work for a group you may know. They’re called the Mafia.”
I’ll put him away if I have to, but the first thought those eyes and those muscles fired up in me is that I should investigate him. In depth and in exhaustive detail. In a hard and penetrating interview. In depth and in exhaustive detail. I had no idea what a punishing stretch it would be, but it was a proportional use of force, all in the line of duty. That’s what I told myself.
Who’d have thought that one night with the man who made his living as muscle for the mob would have me deep in a lethal mess of crime and corruption. And that our lives would depend on each other, regardless of whatever we thought about it. Or whatever we felt.
I couldn’t help what I felt, even if at odds it was with the job I had to do.