Hopefully you'll like this story.

This is the first chapter and I apologize that it's so short, the other chapters will be longer

Not making money, not mine

Ranger POV

I liked to think that I'm the best in the business. The bounty hunting business. And to last week, I was. My name is Carlos Manoso, AKA Ranger and the owner of RangeMan. I'm a bounty hunter and live in Trenton. I have a child and I have been in love two times. A long time ago with the mother of my child and then there was Stephanie.

She and I used to work together and I was passionately in love with her. She had moved to my apartment on seventh floor and we were happy. Then one day disaster struck. She had asked if I loved her. And I hadn't said yes.

I don't know how it happened but my mouth refused to say the word "Yes". I had said no and she had left me. She had taken her bags and left, leaving me there on the bed, alone and confused. I had broken her heart and mine too. The ache of not having her there almost killed me and I stayed there in the same position for a whole day. I would have stayed longer but Tank, my best friend and coworker, had come after me, forcing me back to work.

I had tried to track her with no luck. Oh, the irony. I had taught her how to "disappear" and leave no traces or clues. The trace went cold as soon as she left the building. Nothing.

With a broken heart I had returned to work.

Back to start. Yes, I had been the best bounty hunter in the world. Not anymore. Last week I had heard a rumor that there was a Charles Brown in Europe who was better than I was. I had thought that I had heard about every bounty hunter but he was new. I had had searches do a search on him.

He was in his late thirties and was shorter than I was. He had gone to _ university and passed with flying colors. Not even one parking ticket. The guy was clean. And up to that moment nobody had heard about him. And he had gone past me.

I had thought about this and had decided to send him an email. Keep your friends close, enemies closer.

"Hello, Mr. Brown
My name is Carlos Manoso and I'm a bounty hunter and founder of RangeMan. As you were new to the business and I have been in for almost 20 years, I decided to send you an email if you want to get in touch or need advice. I'd be happy to help."

I sent the email and went back to my empty apartment.

I woke up and went through my morning routines. Shower, clothes and breakfast. Then to the gym, quick shower and work. I worked through some meetings and then I got some free time. I grabbed an apple and walked to my office. I checked my email.

"Dear Mr Manoso
If I remember correctly I have gone past you, so really do I need advice from you? I have gotten here without you and I'll think I'll manage from now on too.
Sincerely
Charles Brown"

I sat there in awe. Nobody had never, ever talked to me like that. The shock was replaced with anger. Who did he think he is, talking to me like that? Ungrateful idiot from Europe. I walked out to the door.

"Santos! Tank! My office NOW!"

The two men hurried to my office and they looked worried. Before they got the door closed Lester spoke.

"It wasn't me! I swear, it was Cal he forced me to it!"

"To what?" I asked him, slightly amused.

"You don't know? Oh man.."

"We'll talk about this later."

"What's this about?" Tank asked me and sat down on he chair in front of my desk.

"I need to know about this Charles Brown." I told them the facts and they returned to work on him.

If he had skeletons in his closet, I would soon know.

After a few hours they returned.

"Nothing." Tank said to me.

"Nothing?" I asked shocked.

"Yeah. Nobody has nothing. I think it's a little suspicious." Lester said as he set down the file on my desk. I took it and glanced at it. They were right. Nothing. I thought about things.

"Call the plane. We're going to UK."

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