Benn Beckman Bounty Novels & Stories

he said. His voice wasn’t raised. That was worse. I didn’t understand at first. My mind lagged, disconnected, like it was protecting me from what I already knew was coming. Then I saw the screen. A message. Not just one. A chain. My father’s name at the top. Bounty Active — Aria Moretti 500,000 USD Status: TRAITOR Last Known Location: Valenti Estate The room tilted. My vision tunneled. Five hundred thousand. For my head.

At Paine mansion. Desmond Paine just finished talking on mobile. He looked frustrated. “How the hell did that brat survive and get home? And the bounty on his head was also removed? How? Who was behind it?” He called a close friend in the underground. “Help me find out how the bounty on Adrian was removed,” Desmond asked. “I thought the Hawkers never removed the bounty until the target was taken care of.” “Yes, that’s the case, but it seems Adrian approached Don Denver.”

As if a bounty was a piece of logistical information rather than something that should by any reasonable measure be delivered with some kind of emotional inflection. Scarlett stared at him. "You're serious," she said. He was silent, eyes fixed to the road. "A bounty. An actual—" she turned fully in her seat to look at him. "Jesus Christ. How? When? How do you know?" "One of my security contacts in Rome just called to let me know. Apparently word went out through certain channels in the last forty-eight hours." He changed lanes. "It's not a public contract thank God. Which means Richard or someone working for Richard, and which means—"

“You sure that was Neal Beck?” The man nodded. “Yes. I dug a little deeper, too. All they know it’s that he’s some sort of VIP Cameron Southern met while conducting business abroad. He was obviously very well-regarded, considering how Mr. Southern later made him the governor of The Commune—traditionally The Serpents’ territory.” Waylon narrowed his eyes. ‘Neal Beck… A stranger the Southern heir brought home.’ Had he not already known Nollace was rescued by Cameron, he would have never suspected ‘Neal Beck’ to be a pseudonym.

The call pattern of a man who had been expecting something. "I need you to find out everything Bain Croft has done," Cyrus said. "Not just the location. Everything. Whatever arrangement existed before she married me. Whatever was taken from her. Whatever belongs to her that she doesn't know she's owed." Silence. "Everything?" Alden said. "Everything." Alden was quiet for a moment that was longer and more specific than his usual pauses. "What I find will likely implicate more than Bain Croft," he said carefully. "There are elements of the original arrangement that involve the Wray family directly. Things I have known and have not volunteered."

Baines stopped and scowled at her, “Okay, rookie. Listen up. The day I take the word of a street gangster with anything more than a pinch of salt is the day I die. How do we even know he's telling the truth, huh? He could be covering for his buddies. They're all gangsters, aren't they?” Andrea frowned, “But, sir. Looking at the evi—” “No buts, rookie. Until I get a confession from one or more of them, the bounty stays.” Baines said. “Also, I want an APB on this Hatter. Put a bounty on him too. He thinks he's smart walking around in that disguise of his.” Baines muttered as he walked away.

I watched as Roman walked towards the door and then he stopped. “Oh, before I forget, the bounty isn't just a normal one. Its a premium bounty. Isn't that wonderful?” I didn't get the chance to ask him what a premium bounty meant because I was too focused on the phone call that Lawrence was making. “Is the King busy?” Gomez was the one who picked up the phone. “He’s in a meeting but you can tell me. What's going on?” We told Gomez everything that was going on and Lawrence included the wlst thing Roman said.

"Clancy's grandson bought that mansion over on Bakersridge." "What nonsense are you saying? The man's a biker; for heaven's sake, where would he get that kind of money?" Natalie took a sip of the water the waitress had placed in front of her as she savored the look on Jen's face. Oh, this was going to be good.

He was standing before me in line. "Name?" "Yang." "Prisoner species?" "Phoenix." The bounty seeker said proudly. The man dropped his pen. "Did you bring proof?" The man asked. The bounty seeker pulled his phone out and showed the man a video. The man smiled, seemingly happy with the proof. "You will get a 65% cut of his selling price. You may not negotiate this percentage. You will collect your earnings upstairs on the main floor once your prisoner is sold. Do you agree to these terms?" The man recited.

He was a bounty hunter,he perceived people were always going to be after him. He was always extra careful about covering his tracks, never left a sign of his presence anywhere he went, was always up and ready to leave when an assignment was over, rarely formed attachments anywhere he went, he decided attachments would only make leaving harder and tracing him easier. But the life was getting lonely and at thirty two years of age, finally settling down and leaving his past behind was beginning to seem like a good option after all. A place like bronze city would be a perfect place to settle down. Admist the gang clashes, the place was actually peaceful and the people were comely and friendly. B