Gol D Roger Bounty Novels & Stories

Burn this. “And you?” I asked, voice dry. He shrugged, drinking coffee. “I have a boat in Burlington. 28 feet, hidden space below. They won’t look north yet.” He gave me a silver lighter with a small anchor. “Need help? Light a flare. I’ll see it.” We stood in the gravel lot, smoke from the bus around our feet, door open. The burner phone buzzed—R: Bounty raised. $100K if alive. $50K for proof. Dark web calls you ‘The Ghost Star.’

The host of the meeting, Lord Leon Hoffman, announced once he sorted his files and stood. “Since some of us were not in previous meetings, I shall share the contents. We have verified with the Oracle and the Hunter Association that the individual Rose Roosevelt is indeed the Scarlett Witch. A bounty has been put on her for 3 million Bytes while Matthew Dragunov’s price is 5 million Bytes.” Leon read the files that he had prepared page by page, naming only the important parts. “The damages caused by the fight between Dragunov and some Hunters are fully funded by the country. And we nobles had agreed to give part of our own fortune to help. I hope those that weren’t present are fine with this.

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

"Our king issued a bounty on that girl." A bounty? Why? “He is willing to give whoever brings that girl to him alive a million dollar.” he explained further. “A million dollar?” the other men chorused. “That much money?” one of them asked. “Why?” The rogue shook his head."We don't know." My wolf growled. The rogue immediately stepped backward. "We were never told the reason." My pulse pounded. Every protective instinct inside me roared awake. The rogue continued. "Word has spread through every rogue territory. The reward is so huge that all rogues are hunting for her."

He doesn't see that we're severely outnumbered. Slowly I move my hand over my pocket, where I can feel the handle of the dagger, I curve my fingers over it and ready myself. Nareena steps forwards, the males flank her sides. It's clear she's their newly appointed leader. That's the thing about rogues, they don't care if you're male or female, they just need someone as corrupt as them to lead them down the winding path of destruction. Out the corner of my eye, I see two wolves emerge from either side of me. They have me surrounded and I'm sorely outvoted. The wolves step closer, exposing their canines.

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—"

Princess in the illusion of their greed? “Haha, you completely underestimate the power of beauty, my friend” Roger suddenly laughed in response. He shook his head slowly as he continued. “This time I will give you 1 million, next time there are such goods remember to give me first priority” “Haha, that’s for sure! Then one million it is, deal?” Beta Miguel replied. “Deal,” Roger replied with a slight smile as they shake hands again after which, he outstretched his hand to shake the other party’s.

Roger sat frozen, as if turned to stone. “Roger, who was that? Was it someone who can help us?” Gloria hurried over, her face full of desperate hope. Roger finally snapped back to himself. His bloodshot eyes were filled with shock and the fury of someone who felt stabbed in the back. “What is it? Roger, what’s wrong?” Gloria stared at him in alarm. The look on his face was so savage it was almost frightening. “Felix Gibson!” Roger spat the name out with a roar. “Mr. Gibson? Is he going to help us?” Gloria asked quickly.

Roger answered the call and heard the woman on the other end of the line say, "I heard that Elliot Foster and Avery Tate are at your place." "Ha ha! That's right! What is it?" Roger held his cigar and said casually, "I know you don't get along with them, but Elliot is a friend of mine." "Ha ha! Mr. Goldstein, as a successful businessman yourself, you should know that there are no such things as lifelong friends and enemies, only lifelong profits!" the woman cackled menacingly. "I have the perfect plan. Are you interested?" Roger's smile faded. "Go ahead and tell me your plan. I'll be the one to judge whether I benefit from it. I'm not willing to risk anything, and so I will also only act if

Sweat formed on his face as if he looked at his death in front of him. Sahir stared at the goon blankly. There was no sight of emotion on his face. "How much of bounty was on the roll?" Sahir casually asked him. "It's..it's..fifty million dollars," goon said. Sahir and Zaki looked at each other and started laughing. "50 million dollars that's it?"Zaki asked the goon while controlling his laughter. The goon nods his head. "I think your enemy is in loss Bhaijaan." Zaki glances at Sahir and then at goon "My Bhai Jaan, haven't you gifted the same amount of diamond earrings to Bhabhijaan?" Zaki asked proudly.