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This book is Part Two of the “Obsessed Bounty Hunter Romance Series”
1. Secrets Revealed
2. Heart Surrendered
3. Rapid Pulse Bounty (soon to be released)
Heart Surrendered
Obsessed Bounty Hunter Romance Series
Book 2
© Revelry Publishing 2014
By Carla Coxwell
Jacqui chugged the water from the container like a thirsty beast. She just couldn’t get enough of it.
‘Water never tasted so good, better than an orgasm,’ Jacqui thought, as she splashed some straight into her face.
Jacqui was parched, grimy, and her body ached like she just went through a meat grinder.
She was up at 0400 hours in her jogging suit and trainers. Uncle Max met her at the door of a building that resembled a huge hangar.
When Uncle Max said yesterday that training started today before the crack of dawn, Jacqui thought he meant some light exercises that would involve sit-ups and jumping jacks.
She was never further from the truth. The next couple of hours had been the most intensive Jacqui ever subjected her body to. And she knew this was just the start.
Uncle Max led her through a routine of squats and crunches, lunges and hamstring curls until her ass had no more feeling left in them.
“C’mon Jacqui, move that body,” Uncle Max shouted like a drill sergeant.
Then he moved on to pull ups, sit-ups, bicep curls, and the bench press. Her arms and legs felt disconnected from her body. Her hand was shaking so hard she almost dropped the water bottle she was holding. She was grateful for the fifteen minute break the old man gave her.
“Alright, Jacqui… back to work…” Uncle Max shouted from the sidelines.
She wanted to complain but didn’t have the courage to.
When she arrived yesterday, Uncle Max told her exactly what to expect for the next couple of weeks. He was dead serious as he went through the program with her. If he was trying to discourage her, he almost succeeded. But Jacqui was too proud to say it. She had come this far to become a bounty hunter.
Before she even got settled into the cot that would be hers during her stay, Uncle Max talked to her privately in what he called his ‘interrogation room.’
It was a small building at the back of the property. The walls were lined with an assortment of maps indicating the different states of the United States. There were yellow pins tacked on certain cities within the map.
Jacqui looked around curiously. She noticed the different surveillance gadgets like GPS tracking, high resolution cameras, night vision goggles, an assortment of pens, and spy gear which she was seeing for the first time in her life.
A bank of television sets was stacked near the wall manned by a single individual. Jacqui saw it was streaming live from some part of the country she did not recognize.
A huge glass cabinet held an assortment of guns, some she recognized from her dad’s own collection.
“Take a seat Jacqui,” Uncle Max indicated a wooden table with hardback chairs in a small corner of the room.
He did not speak for some time and Jacqui had a strong desire to squirm under his intense gaze.
“Are you sure this is what you want because right now I am here to tell you, it’s not going to be an easy life,” Uncle Max said.
Jacqui nodded her head, indicating she understood.
When she came to her decision back home on the night she called Uncle Max, she quit her job the very next day. She told her boss she wanted to do some travelling. Her boss gave her the go-signal. “It’s probably what you need right now,” he even said.
Jacqui wasn’t sure what Uncle Max thought about the whole idea. She hadn’t heard from him since she made the call. But a few days later she found an envelope that was left on her porch. There was no forwarding address and it didn’t look like it came by mail. Inside was a one-way ticket to Utah and strict instructions what to bring along. Only a small backpack was needed for the clothing list. It became pretty obvious this was not going to be some luxurious holiday.
She was met at the airport by a burly, bald-headed man, wearing dark sunglasses on a stern face. He reminded Jacqui of an ex-marine or military man. He ushered her into a waiting SUV, got behind the wheel, and started the engine.
They left the city behind until all Jacqui could see were tall mountain ranges in the distance. A few miles onward, they turned into a small dirt road and followed a winding path until Jacqui noticed a copse of large evergreen trees where they seemed to be headed.
The trees covered a large expanse of land, save for small clearings with structures that resembled warehouses or large barns. They drove past these until they came to a smaller building where she saw Uncle Max waiting by the door. He greeted her warmly, but Jacqui sensed a certain formality in his demeanor.
Looking at him now, sitting behind the table with a grim expression on his face, Jacqui was suddenly filled with an overwhelming insecurity. Did she make the right decision after all?
But Jacqui remembered the downward spiral she was on. The sex with random guys. The orgasms she needed to get some sleep so she could stop thinking about the tragic events of her life. And she needed a purpose… to find some meaning in her life. To honor her dad’s memory so she would never forget. For her mom who supported him all the way, and for Danny, who was never given the chance to experience what life was all about.
“Yes, Uncle Max. I have never been surer about anything in my life,” she declared with a certain degree of conviction.
Uncle Max smiled, and for the first time since she arrived, Jacqui felt relieved. She knew whatever lay ahead, Uncle Max wouldn’t spare her, wouldn’t try to make things easy for her. She knew that.
“Ok then, let’s get you s
tarted. I am The Agency. I will be responsible for your training. You will not question my decisions… you will do as I say. The training will be rigorous because you will meet all kinds of low-life scumbags. A lot of times your life will be in danger. But you will be trained in self-defense and handling weapons until I feel that you are totally capable of protecting yourself out there. Then and only then will I send you out on a mission. Is that clear?” Uncle Max asked.
Jacqui nodded her head in agreement.
“Alright, settle in. You will be shown to your room. Tomorrow your training starts. And for the next couple of days you will only remember pain,” The old man warned her.
He wasn’t kidding. After five hours of the most intense exercise routines she had ever done, Jacqui couldn’t even remember her name. Her body hurt even in places she didn’t know existed. And this was just her first day in boot camp.
Lunch had been sparse, with just some fish and vegetables. She was given an hour to rest inside her room which was composed of a bunk bed and a footlocker for her personal stuff. No TV, no telephone, no computer or laptop.
Then she was called back again and told to run around a circuit she didn’t even notice earlier in the day. She tried counting in her head the number of times she completed a circuit before fatigue settled in and lost count completely. It took all her will power to put one leg in front of the other. By the time Uncle Max called for a halt, dusk had settled and stars appeared brightly in a cloudless sky.
“Supper will be brought to your room. Tomorrow we do the whole routine again,” Uncle Max declared before he left.
It wasn’t a request. It was an order.
Jacqui trudged slowly back to her room. There is no time to dwell on the unfamiliarity and sparse surroundings. The bed was a most welcome sight and calling her name. She groaned in pain as she stretched her arms over her head to remove her workout clothes. Her back was racked with pain as she bent to unlace her trainers.
Jacqui managed to splash some water onto her face before falling face down into the soft covers with only her undies on. Sleep came easy for Jacqui that night. A sleep so deep she hardly noticed the appearance of two figures in her room.
“You think she’ll make it?” an older voice inquired.
“I don’t know Uncle Max. You put her through the wringer today,” the other replied.
Uncle Max sighed as he looked at the sleeping form of the girl on the bed.
“You’re hoping maybe she’ll give up and just go back home?” the second figure asked curiously.
“Yes… this kind of life isn’t for her. She’s been through a lot already. But I also can’t accept throwing her life away with all those men in strange hotel rooms,” Uncle Max replied.
“Well… you said the same thing about me too, remember? I didn’t turn out too badly,” the younger man said.
“No, Adam, you are doing very well. The fact is… you will play an important role in this girl’s future,” Uncle Max replied.
“I can hardly wait…” Adam replied, taking in the full breasts and rounded ass of the sleeping form on the bed.
“Just learn to keep that cock of yours inside your pants…” warned the old man, with a hint of indulgence in his voice.
The two figures departed slowly out of the room where Jacqui Schneider slept an exhausted, dreamless sleep.
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For the next couple of days, Jacqui endured the rigors of her routine with Uncle Max. Although her body was taking a brutal beating, Jacqui realized her mind was getting sharper. Because she slept soundlessly every night, she woke up with muscles still hurting from the day before, but her mind was ready to defy all obstacles the old man managed to put in her face.
Uncle Max varied the routine so she got a surprise every time. He said she shouldn’t get too satisfied over her progress. They still had a lot of ground to cover.
Although she trained alone with the old man, Jacqui realized the place wasn’t as empty as she thought. She noticed some activities going on inside the other buildings. Sometimes she would hear voices but they were always too far away for Jacqui to hear clearly. Once she heard a steady stream of gunshots, which made her freeze in the midst of her routine.
Uncle Max saw her reaction and quickly informed her it was coming from the firing range nearby. He never introduced her to anyone and Jacqui never questioned him. She went through her training with much enthusiasm, never once forgetting the reason she was here.
On the morning of her second week, Jacqui jogged to the building, ready for her daily workout. She never arrived earlier than Uncle Max although she always woke up before the crack of dawn. Same as always, Uncle Max was there waiting for her.
“Morning Jacqui… come walk with me …” the old man said turning towards a path behind the building where they trained every day.
“Morning Uncle Max,” Jacqui replied, surprised by the sudden change in their daily ritual.
“I thought it would be good if we changed our routine today…” her mentor informed her.
The path took a circuitous route among the trees until they arrived in front of a smaller structure.
Uncle Max opened the door.
Jacqui immediately saw a boxing ring in the center of the huge cavernous room. Grey metal lockers lined one wall. A couple of sand-filled punching bags hung from the ceiling. The room was lit with a few bulbs from the ceiling, casting shadows on the bags where the light hit them. The rest of the room was dark.
“Check the lockers,” Uncle Max said, “there are some training shorts and boxing shoes that should fit you.”
Jacquie did as she was told and found a black pair, perfectly her size. Spotting a new pair of shorts and razor back shirt still in its packaging, Jacqui removed her clothes in a nearby cubicle and donned the new pair.
Entering the room once more, Uncle Max handed Jacqui some headgear and punch mitts.
“Just that…? No gloves…? Jacqui asks amusedly. She was expecting heavyweight gloves instead of tiny mitts.
“I was thinking we’d start slow,” Uncle Max replied. “Boxing is not as easy as it seems.”
“Uncle Max, I’ll finally get to kick some ass…” Jacqui answered gleefully.
“Not until you give me five hundred with this jump rope,” a voice cut in from the darkness.
Jacqui whirled around in the direction where the voice came from.
From out of the dark shadows a man emerged. He was tall and wiry, lean muscles packed tightly over his sun burnt skin. He was wearing loose drawstring pants that hung ridiculously low over his hips. He was barefoot. But what attracted Jacqui’s attention was his face. He had the face of an angel similar to those old paintings one would see in museums.
Jacqui stared, mesmerized as he approached. Then she noticed the chiseled face, the blue eyes which stared back at her with scorn, the sharp nose and full lips that were curled in a half-smile. Longish brown hair, badly in need of a trim, was tied at the back of the nape although some curls managed to escape and formed a halo across his face.
“I see you finally got here…Jacqui, meet Adam. Adam, Jacqui,” the old man said by means of introduction.
Jacqui didn’t know where her tongue went. It probably retracted to the back of her open mouth.
Stunning…beautiful…sexy… were some of the words running through her befuddled brain.
And she was starting to feel gauche and foolish for staring…with an open mouth. Like a robot, she held out her hand for a handshake instead.
Adam reached out for her outstretched hand but instead of shaking it, he removed the mitts, making her feel very foolish…again.
“You won’t need these for now,” he said quietly, taking the other mitt as well, and handing her the jump rope.
Jacqui stared at the jump rope like she had never seen one before. She was glad for the distraction as it gave her a little time to regain whatever was left of her shattered composure.
“Don’t worry,” Uncle Max reassured her, “he has
that same effect on all women. It’ll pass. As soon as they find out he’s an asshole.”
Adam let out a loud laugh. Uncle Max turned to leave, sending Jacqui to a panic
“You’re leaving, Uncle Max?” Jacqui asked stupidly.
“You’re in good hands and I have some work to catch up on,” Uncle Max replied before closing the door behind him.
An awkward silence ensued as Jacqui stood with a rope dangling from her fingers.
Adam looked at her sardonically with one eyebrow tilted upward and said, “Well…do you intend to stand there the whole day? I have better things to do than just babysit for the old man.”
“What is his problem?” Jacqui thought to herself.
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