Marshall D Teach Bounty Novels & Stories

Chapter 32 BLACK MOONLIGHT PACK Amber’s POV “Somehow this drawing doesn’t look accurate to me,” Alpha Taylor turned my bounty paper over in his hands. Chuckling as he peered at it again. “Wanted for murder and cheating. Reward: 500,000. Yes, I was right; the nose is crooked.” “Give me that!” I snatched the paper from his hands as heat rose up my cheeks. “Quiet! Both of us!” Delilah popped her head out of the changing room and hissed at us in a hushed voice.

In the cell ward itself, Keanu sat brooding, his girl no longer visited him and now he got a letter that he did not recognize and did not know at all whose letter it was. Go in there and ask for information, this is what the letter says: I promise you freedom and you can get your Sandra back as long as you give me information about Marteen the Lord Moses. Heir to all of Mr. Daniel's wealth. So I hope you can give me information on how he was after the shooting in the forest. And how he reacted when his close friend and personal servant Marteen was gone. Only then will I give you the free world with Sandra in it. If you agree Ting reply to my letter Keanu.

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.

" Silverbell promptly whipped out her phone to dial Frank's number, but he was not answering even after she tried a few times. That left her even more anxious—the Martial Tournament was taking place soon, and Frank was caught in murder at this time and even fled the scene of the crime? Silverbell knew that this was not Frank's style, but there was no faking the details on the bounty. Both local authorities and Morhen would have screened through everything! "Five hundred million…" Silverbell gasped when she saw the value of the bounty. She was certainly concerned, as it was a very lucrative bounty even for Martial Alliance standards.

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.”

For a moment, it was just us. Then Dorian came in, face grim. “We’ve got a bigger problem.” Leon stood. “What now?” “There’s chatter. Someone leaked a new bounty. Not just on Margarette—on all of us.” I stood up too fast. “A bounty?” “Open contract. No names. Just photos and a price.” “How much?” Leon asked. Dorian looked at me. “Dead, they get five million. Alive… ten.” The fire crackled. Leon swore.

Sandra says, “Can you move in with me?“ Richard asked, “Maybe after my final exams,” Sandra says, and Richard starts the car engine and drove to the hostel where he dropped Sandra, and she came out of the car, she walked to the entrance of the hostel where she met Bounty, “welcome, what did you bring for me?“ Bounty asked, “only roasted meat” Sandra retorted, “you didn't bring soft drinks?“ Bounty asked,