Chooser of the Slain

By Sandra Kaye

When teens from a school for troubled youth outside Chicago, Illinois start going missing Samual Becker is hired by one of the teens families to bring their daughter home. Unlike the other parents, they refuse to believe their daughter ran off. When he sets out to find the best bounty hunter in the city little did, he know where it would lead.

When you're the last living Valkyrie it's not easy to find a job that packs the same punch of adrenaline. Brandon Valker has managed to find a close substitute as a bounty hunter. The best bounty hunter in all of Chicago. So, when teens start disappearing from a school outside the city she's not surprised when Samual shows up to recruit her services. Of course, since they hooked up the night before her only option is to send him on his way. Even if he might be the best hook up, she's ever had.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sandra Kaye
• Release date: Mar 17, 2025
• ISBN: 9798312360103

Sandra Kaye

Sandra Kaye is a registered nurse by day and an indie author by night. She was born and raised in a small town in central Illinois. In her spare time, she enjoys reading anything she can get her hands on as long as it's fiction. Writing is something she's enjoyed on and off throughout her life, while putting it into print is new. She has the support of her family, which includes an awesome husband, five adult children, and many grandchildren. Feel free to stalk me on social media. On Facebook https://www.facebook.com/sandra.dawson.9235 https://www.facebook.com/sandrakayeauthor13/ On Instagram https://www.instagram.com/authorsandrakaye13/ Author page https://www.sandrakayeauthor.com

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​​​Chapter 1

The night had started off looking like it was going to be a bust until an honest to goodness cowboy walked through the door of my favorite pub. Snug jeans showcased thick, muscular legs. His shirt and hat were both black and well worn. Long pale hair curled from under his hat and the scruff along his jaw and chin drew attention to the dimple in his chin. But it was the tight ass that had me and half the bar checking him out, both female and male.

I’d only stopped in for a drink or two and to follow up on a few leads. When none of them panned out on my latest bounty, I took the cowboy for a ride.

We’d had a couple drinks and had done the whole flirting ritual when it was clear we both wanted the same thing.

What do you say to take this party to somewhere a bit more private? I suggested tossing back the shot of Jameson and enjoying the warm floaty buzz I had going.

When they said city girls moved fast, they weren’t kidding, were they? he drawled, running his calloused hand down my arm, leaving delicious tingles in his wake.

I mean, if you’re not up for a woman who isn’t afraid to ask for what she wants, then maybe I read you wrong. No big deal. There are plenty of others willing to take your place. I spun to leave, but his gentle hand on my arm stopped me.

Whoa there, lass, I did not mean that as a slight. I’m more than man enough to enjoy a strong woman who’s willing to ask for what she wants, he smirked, taking my hand in his and kissing my knuckles gently.

I led him out the front door, shoved him back against the building and claimed his lips in a searing kiss to show him this wasn’t going to be that kind of night. I needed a release. Nothing more. I didn’t want him to get the wrong impression. I wasn’t a slow and tender kinda girl.

We broke apart, both panting. Where are you staying?

I demanded, already unbuttoning his shirt so I could run my palms down his chiseled chest and needing so much more.

Umm...Uh... he muttered, causing me to chuckle.

I don’t think I know where that is? I joked and stepped back to allow him some space to think.

Damn. You sure know how to make a man speechless, he gulped, swallowing audibly before finally answering.

His hotel was only a short walk from where we were, so we walked, but since we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, it took forever. By the time we reached the elevator, I was hornier than a cat in heat. If we didn’t slow down, I was going to strip him bare and take him right there for all to see, so I untangled myself from his possessive embrace and took two large steps away.

Once we reached the room, however, everything spiraled out of control. I tossed my shirt as soon as I walked through the door, not even waiting for it to fully close. Followed by my boots and jeans.

Next, I stripped his shirt off, kissing my way down his perfectly toned abs and ran my tongue along the waistband of his jeans as I flipped the buttons of his fly, one by one. I wasted no time slipping my hand inside his trousers, gripping him. Sliding my hand along his thick shaft I freed him from the confines of his boxer briefs. I lowered to my knees and took his tip into my mouth. The salty taste of him had me eager for more.

I took him as deeply as I could, but with his girth and length, I couldn’t take him fully. He cupped my breast through the lace of my bra. His moans of pleasure only tightened that bundle of need and desire in my center.

It wasn’t long before I was pulsing with need. I pushed him back onto the bed and stripped out of my bra and thong before climbing astride him. As I straddled his hips, I ran my finger from one taunt nipple to the other as we locked eyes. I slowly ran my hand down my torso to my dripping wet pussy. Spreading my lips, I slid back and forth along his cock, enjoying the tingles of pleasure as my clit rubbed him.

When I was on the brink of climax, I rolled my hips and slammed down on his cock. A few thrusts later, those tingles escalated into waves. Too soon I created that orgasmic peak.

​​Chapter 2

Iflexed my hips and arched my back as my climax built for the third time in an hour.

We’d spent the night in a haze of orgasmic bliss. Once he passed out, proving yet again, women were the stronger sex, I dressed and had my hand on the door ready to leave when he asked in a gruff, sexy voice, What’s your name?

You can call me B, I told him and left without asking for his name.

Not that I wanted or needed it. He had been nothing more than a good time. A very good time, but that was all.

Once I was home, I spent several hours in the office doing a few things that couldn’t wait until after dark, which was when I preferred to hunt.

My office was conveniently on the first floor of my apartment building. It was a four-story building in the less savory part of town.

From the outside, it looked like a struggling bounty hunter service. Which it was.

Yet it was also my home and my assistant Sophia’s. We each had a full floor. Hers was on the second floor and the fourth was mine. The third floor was unfinished and used for storage.

After I finished, I took a shower and grabbed a snack before laying down for a few hours.

It was another hot, windy night in Chicago as I stalked my prey through the alleys of the city. The smell of piss and rotten food floated on the breeze as I stalked the were-tiger through the shadows. Melvin Mosley had a one hundred-thousand-dollar bounty on his head, and I intended to collect. What he’d done to land himself on my radar was of no consequence. He was a paycheck, nothing more.

The city was a prime hunting ground for someone like me who enjoyed the thrill of the chase and didn’t mind getting their hands dirty. Which was good since my past life had prepared me for little else.

The tiger walked through the dim light cast by a neon sign with the words ‘nude girls’ but the N-U and R were all dark, making it look like ‘de gils’, above a gray steel door.

I waited until the door closed before moving into the light. I approached like I belonged there. It opened as I reached for the handle and a scantily clad, leggy, red head pushed through.

Oh, hey shug, sorry. I hate this stupid door. I keep telling Paul the damn thing needs a freaking window, or someone is going to get brained one of these days. Thankfully, I didn’t hurt that pretty face, she told me with a wink.

I stepped aside to allow her to pass before catching the door with a booted foot and stepping inside. The thick door had contained most of the music. It was loud with a heavy beat and even with my sunglasses on the strobing lights hurt my sensitive eyes. It was a Wednesday night, so there wasn’t much of a crowd; my prey had joined two others at a table to the left of the stage. I slid into a dark booth across from them. With the scent of alcohol, sweat, and an assortment of stale fruity and floral fragrances, it was impossible to determine his friend’s genetics, but if I had to guess, I would bet on them being were-felines since they stuck together.

It wasn’t long before a petite dancer with umber skin and tawny eyes calling herself Candy, stopped at my table to offer me a lap dance. Another time, I might have accepted, but I was on the job, so I offered her two hundred dollars to get Melvin into one of the private viewing rooms without his buddies.

He was more than happy to accept her offer. I followed them as he played grab ass, and she did her best to dodge his hands while still acting interested. I had to give it to her because she was one hell of an actress. She sidestepped his swipe at her breast with a throaty laugh and darted into one of the private rooms to either side of the dimly lit hall.

The woman pushed him down into a chair and stepped back, swaying her hips while running her hands over her breast. Melvin was so mesmerized he didn’t even notice my entrance. I stepped in and slid to the right, using the shadows as camouflage. I advanced slowly as he kept his eyes glued to the woman. When I was directly behind him, I pulled my short sword from the sheath I wore between my shoulder blades. Candy’s eyes widened, and I motioned for her to turn around. With Melvin's eyes fixed on Candy's soft backside, I removed his head with one clean strike.

As his head rolled across the floor and landed between the stripper’s hot pink heels. To her credit, she hardly batted an eye as I retrieved the head and placed it in