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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."

The door swung open, and another masked man entered. " What does he have to say?" A.D asked Wayne. " Nothing." He gave a subtle look at Zeta who squinted at them. Alpha Damon nodded brusquely, giving him the go ahead to speak. " He has put up a bounty. He employed the best hands to track us." " So?" " I knocked them out. I am the best at this game." Wayne boasted. " Good, now I know that you are more sensible than you first looked. How is the other status?" He asked in a code. It was to ask if he had taken care of Belinda's informants.

"I'll take that bet." Then without saying another word, Nikolai dragged me out. I didn't glance back at the man I called father but I could tell he was watching me as I left with Nikolai. No one stopped us as soon as we stepped outside the cave. "Nikolai, what's he talking about?" I asked. "What's the bounty market?" Nikolai still gripping my wrist tightly answered, "The bounty market is a dark website used to announce a person wanted dead. Assassin's all over the world take the hint and if the reward is good, they kill the person."

If this is what Aisha wants, then she will never succeed. Duke stood up on his chair and walked near the window glass of the office where he could see everything, those large company buildings, restaurants, cafes, pedestrians where people are busy walking through, etc. He was busy looking everywhere when his phone rang he immediately took it out of his pocket, his best friend, Cain, was calling him. “What do you want, Fuentabilla?” Duke rudely said as he answered the call. “So sweet of you, dude; you should be proud I called you.” He heard him laugh over the phone.

"Over the fighting. Over bodies piling up. Over cops watching us constantly. This ends two ways. You pay. Or you bleed. Pick one." "Pay what?" Maya asked. "Fifty thousand," Garrett said. "Twenty for you. Fifty for Dominic. Minus thirty percent we spent on intel. Fifty clears the debt. We walk away. Done." "Don't have that kind of money," Maya said. "Find it," Garrett said. "Daddy Blackwood's rich. Get it from him. You got two weeks." "What if I don't?" Maya asked. "Then bounty stays active," Garrett said. "People come looking. Not me. Won't be me. But others will. And they won't be nice as I am right now."

Maya replied, her heart hammering against her ribs. “Very reliable. Where did you find him?” The question hung in the air, innocent and lethal. “Through a service,” she lied, the words tasting bitter. “Highly recommended.” Alex took a slow sip of his whiskey. He turned to look at her, his expression inscrutable. “Good. It’s important to have people you can trust in close quarters.” He paused, letting the implication settle like dust. “Vulnerability is a luxury we can’t afford, Maya. Appearances must be maintained. At all costs.”

I asked, my voice barely a whisper as I stepped closer to him. Bellamy kept his eyes glued to the master rogue network feed, watching the active bounty page refresh every ten seconds. "Vance is a lot of things, but he cares about his legacy. He won't risk Ravena getting caught in a public pack war." For two whole minutes, nobody breathed. The digital clock on the wall ticked loudly, counting down the seconds of our lives. Suddenly, the primary screen flashed bright red. "Wait," Bellamy muttered, his brow furrowing deeply as he leaned so close to the glass his breath fogged the display. "The page is updating. The transaction code is shifting."

If the humans saw this, I bet they would laugh at how idiotic our kind and the purebloods dealt with our offenders. I would laugh too and I'm an Alerian. It was just too incredulous. "Rebecca Beale, any last words?" Ladden said with no emotion as he stared at her with cold unfeeling eyes. I switched my gaze to Rebecca as she started to speak. "Yes," she said softly. "I have something to say." "Go on." She took a deep breath as she struggled to say her piece. "Uh...I know that..." she glanced to her side to look at Lynus. "I ah..." Crap, she was losing it.

“I have been with you for more than a decade.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. “I don't know. I guess I'll have to tell her sometime.” Matteo nodded and then a beeping sound came. He reached for his pocket, taking out his phone. His face immediately turned serious. “What the fuck is it this time?” I asked. “There's a bounty announcement,” he said. “And? How does that affect us?” I asked, not interested in any more of his charade. “It’s Alessia. She's been out on the bounty list,” he answered.

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.