Marshall D Teach Bounty Novels & Stories

Andrew was stunned. The three billion-dollar bounty from the Dark Clans was no small amount. From what he knew, Guillermo's bounty from Dark Trinity was only five billion Meurico dollars. At the top of the Dark Clans' wanted list was none other than Reginald, the leader of Dragonfang, with a bounty of 12 billion Meurico dollars. Moreover, it was a joint bounty issued by the Lomuia Grand Cathedral and the Dark Clans. Juno glanced at Andrew and said coldly, "So, you understand why none of us are living an easy life, right? But the one living the hardest life is Mr. Lloyd Senior. As his son, I hope you don't let everyone down."

He sighed and looked over at me. " Some of the families agree it is time for Brent to be taken out of the picture for good. They have issued a bounty on his head. One million dead or alive so Maestro wants to take him out and get the money for the club. I think it is a good idea since we know where he is hiding" Well damn there goes my idea for a peaceful day with Abby in bed. Looks like we are going hunting.

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—"

A picture of Madison was plastered all over the screen, as the broadcaster announced that she’d been kidnapped on her way to the airport and that the cab driver, who drove her had been shot dead too. Right now, Madison was missing and to top it all off a 10 million pounds bounty had been placed on her head. Only one person in this day and time could request for that much money to be placed on her head. Just one freaking person. Damien Daniel’s - his worst enemy. What was this man trying to prove now? Was this some sort of silly plan of his? Was this part of the revenge plan he seemed to be plotting against them? Had he made Madison fake her kidnap just so he could teach the Connor’s a lesson

“Yeah? And what do you suggest? Because right now, we’ve got a kill order and no real allies.” Fiona turned to them. “We make allies.” Darwin frowned. “With who?” Fiona’s mind worked fast. “The bounty is high enough to attract top-tier mercs, right?” Marcus nodded over the comms. “Correct. And I’m guessing your next move is flipping one?” Fiona exhaled. “Exactly. Every bounty hunter has a price. We just need one to talk.” Bella tilted her head. “You have someone in mind?” Fiona did.

Gage said as he was close to the one that spoke. Sigh. They’ve stopped talking. Will that be enough for their escape. Jared thought staring at the Bounty Collector. Suddenly lightning bolts from above struck where the Bounty Collector stood but it was fully absorbed by one of his Henchmen with the letter ‘K’ emblem on his palm he used in absorbing Abbey's thunderbolt. Abbey only groaned at the sight of him. . . . From a very far distance on a hill facing the city of bounty hunters stood only a single stupendous figure staring at the dark clouds forming above the city with thunders roaring within and a few visible lightning was seen as the cool breeze blew…

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 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 paced the room, my boots heavy on the floorboards. "They left by boat," I croaked. "They aren't in Havenfall anymore." "Marcus is smarter than he looks," Lucas added, flipping through a stack of papers on the desk. "He’s playing for the payout." "What payout?" I demanded. Before anyone could answer, Lucas’s phone vibrated. He answered, listened for three seconds, and then looked up. A dark, predatory triumph crossed his face. "Marcus just called the tip line," Lucas announced. "He’s claiming the bounty on the 'traitors.' He wants a meet."

Back and forth across the living room, hands raking through his hair, jaw tight, eyes flicking to his phone every few seconds like it might explode. Marcus shut the door slowly. “Why do you look like someone just pulled the pin on a grenade?” Evan stopped mid step. For a moment, he just stared at Marcus, like he was trying to decide how much damage the truth would do. Then he said it. “There was a bounty.” Marcus’s chest tightened. “On who.” Evan swallowed. “Elena.” The word landed wrong. Too heavy. Too sharp. Marcus let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “You’re joking.”