Marshall D Teach Bounty Novels & Stories

His wife would be pissed, the kids would suffer, his creditors would. The lock opened, and Marcus Doug Douglas entered the ship. He had never met Baddo before, or even heard of him for that matter, but if the master of one of his ships had something important to say, and came all the way to Byron to say it, then the least he could do was listen. Even if the ship was more than a million miles off course. Doug Douglas looked around, spotted the man in question, and stuck out his hand. "Captain Baddo, I'm Marcus Doug Douglas. It's a pleasure to meet you".

"I want every mercenary, every bounty hunter, every opportunist in the territories looking for her." "Fifteen thousand it is." Callister pulled out parchment from my desk without asking. "Let's draft this and get it sent out immediately. The sooner word spreads, the sooner someone delivers her to us." The three of us spent the next hour drafting the official bounty notice. Callister dictated the formal language—he was surprisingly good at bureaucratic speak when he wanted to be—while Sena and I wrote it out in careful script. /OFFICIAL BOUNTY NOTICE By order of the Alliance of Territorial Alphas

“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.

Cosmo said and I hear movement. How long was I going to be here for? Adrian was certainly at work. How could he be acting like a saint, when he was this evil? How could he keep me tied up like this? I almost cried again. “It’s her.” Wanda gasped, and my head snapped to them. They were both looking at me now. “It’s five million dollars in bitcoin for whoever has information about her.” Hearing that made my heart leap. It could only be Damien. I wasn’t the religious type.

He didn't take his hands out of his pockets. ​The woman stopped rocking. Her blue eyes looked from Dante’s face down to Bella’s, her expression shifting from cautious appraisal to a slow, heavy recognition that made her shoulders drop a fraction of an inch. "I was his assistant, Mr. Blackwood. Before the Directorate closed the labs. My name is Martha." ​"The Delaware firm is filing for the deed tomorrow morning," Bella said, stepping past Dante to the bottom step. "They have the maritime routing codes from Boston." ​"I know," Martha said, her voice low and surprisingly steady. "The local bank called about the escrow change yesterday. I knew Evelyn wouldn't let them have the ledger without a

Alessa said as she saw the bounty on a guy’s head. It was almost half of hers. She had the highest bounty. “What the fuck?” she muttered as she clicked on it. It brought out just his name and his last location. “Thane,” she muttered as she stared at it. “Okay, I will take you,” she replied and sent the details to Miles just to get his location. If he had a bounty this high and he is still alive, that means no one has found him yet. Minutes later, Miles replied to Alessa, sending his location.

"Mackenzie." Heavy breathing on the other end. Ragged. Scared. Then a voice, rough and barely holding together. "This is Vincent Caruso. I want to turn myself in." Mackenzie's heart jumped into his throat. He gestured frantically at Ella, who immediately started pulling up tracking software, fingers flying across her keyboard. "Mr. Caruso. Where are you?" "Somewhere safe. For now." Caruso's voice was shaking. "But I know there's a bounty on my head. I know people are looking for me. I saw the posts. Fifty thousand dollars. That's a lot of money for a dead man."

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—"

"Then you should have thought about them before you sat at this table and let Victor use you." Victor finally speaks. "Marcus, stop." Marcus looks at him, desperate. "Victor…" "Shut up." Victor's voice is calm. "You're making it worse. God your such a fool despite your age." Marcus's mouth snaps shut. Victor turns to me. "This is entertaining, Adrian. But it's also tedious. The bounty is real. It exists but I have nothing to do with it." "You're lying." "I'm not." He tilts his head. "But even if I were, what would you do about it? You can barely sit up straight."