Gol D Roger Bounty Novels & Stories

Pulling my cell phone out of my pocket I call my Beta, Boris. “I need you to pull up everything you have on Walter Nash and Ella Nash,” I growl into the phone. “The retired hunter?” The confusion is evident in Boris’s voice. “Retired? Since when?” “For at least two years, maybe longer. He refused to take part in the raid against your father.” I can tell Boris is choosing his words carefully. “Still pull everything up,” I growl into the phone before hanging up.

I opened it. BOUNTY ISSUED. TARGET: ABIGAIL [ALIAS: IVORY] STATUS: DEAD OR ALIVE VALUE: $1,000,000 My vision blurred. “What the fuck!” I whispered. “This woman is moving so fast.” A million dollars. That wasn’t just Georgina’s men. That was freelancers. Hunters. People who didn’t ask questions and didn’t hesitate. I didn’t finish packing. I dropped everything except the documents already in my hands and ran.

Undoubtedly, this conversation would be a long one. “How did I get here?” I questioned, staring into his eyes without fear. Rodrigo was one of the biggest drug dealers in the country. However, he walked freely because nobody had been able to prove it. Yet I knew who he was—Rodrigo Aragon, an American-born Italian, twenty-nine years old. I had been pursuing him for two years after he was declared wanted by the ASA for a multi-billion-dollar drug shipment the agency detected. However, he was able to buy his way out of the case, and since then, I had kept my eyes on him.

I had to forcefully tear my gaze away from Connor to face the redheaded man. “Nice to meet you,” he said, about to raise his hand,“Im-” He suddenly broke off and I noticed his nose twitching. He had finally caught my scent. “You're a-” “Rogue. Yes.” I clenched my jaw as I forced a small smile. The man looked lost for words. I couldn't see anything on his features apart from utter shock, proving that He seemed stunned at the sight of me. It wasn't a good thing or a bad thing, depending on what happened after.

“I never dreamt it would be you.” “Will you show us?” Caleb asked. The man looked long and hard at Caleb, then at Caitlin. He finally held out his huge palm, towards Caitlin. “May I see that?” he asked. Caitlin look to Caleb. He nodded. She reached out and placed the small, silver key into his huge palm. Roger stared at it. He held it up to the light. He turned it over read the inscription on the back. He finally shook his head. “God damn,” he said. “I was sure it would be bigger.”

“He’s been housing rogues for Goddess knows how long, cuz. When he gave up those from Wu Bi Corp, he conveniently omitted to mention his own. We can’t just grant a pardon, conditional or not, to rogues to hunt down another set of rogues. And how do we know we’re not being played here? When was the last time anyone has heard that rogues went rogue to help the government or monarchy? I’ll tell you, NEVER. Rogues don’t go against their own kind, especially not to help law enforcement.” “Greg did.” “Greg was never a rogue, cuz. For some unknown reason, his scent was never that of a rogue.” “He’s been hiding ninety-eight of them, Christian. If you put the mystery of his scent aside, are you reall

Luke yells at us, clearly showing his distaste with our public display of affection. My dad and the warriors finally make it back and shift. Logan hands everyone some gym shorts and they change while panting heavily. “Alpha Lawrence, Beta George. I went to the woods and followed the scent of a Rogue. I believe it is ex Alpha Shane from the Knight Moon Pack. From the sound of the howl I think he felt his mate’s death through the bond, even after rejection.”

A howl sounds some distance in the front, just at the same time a group of rogues leap out of the bushes. I spring into motion immediately, all my training kicking in. I knock the first one down just before he shifts into his wolf, wrapping the wire around his neck and pulling hard. Suddenly, the clearing is a battlefield. Weapons clash against weapon, rogues fall down. I roll to the side, avoiding the snapping of fangs as a wolf lands where I stood a second ago. From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself.

~Antonio~ “Somehow, asking about your motives will be a waste of my time.” Antonio said, breathing in another drag of smoke. Kenji let out a low chuckle. “You know there's a bounty on your head right?” Antonio didn't reply, his face remained emotionless. Everyone wanted him dead, and he knows. The bounty was no news to him. “One billion dollars, I'm very aware.” Antonio said gruffly while squatting down to meet his eye level. “Too bad you're going to hell this way.” He slowly breathed the smoke from his cigar onto the beaten up face of Sato.

Hogan said this with a voice of finality, this was his price and no less would do. Boro stuck his hand out and accepted the offer. Both felt like they had been cheated and so they knew it was a good trade. Hogan led Boro over to a table and Boro took out his purse and counted off sixty five gold coins. Hogan's eyes bulged in their sockets when he saw the large sack of gold. He was more than likely upset that he hadn't stick with his original offer, this young man was clearly very wealthy. After Hogan had regretfully equipped the mare with tack and saddle, with much cautious movements and carrots the bribe her, he handed the reins to Boro.