Marshall D Teach Bounty Novels & Stories

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,

His breathing heavy now. “You… shot my spine.” I lowered the pistol slightly but didn’t relax. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “Seemed like the smart move.” For the first time in his career… Ray Moore looked afraid. Then Sam’s voice quietly returned to my ear. “Master John…” “You have a new problem.” My eyes narrowed. “What now?” A pause. “Howard Johnson has just increased the bounty on your head.” “Ten billion dollars.” The courtyard went completely still. Sam finished calmly.

Explosives and bombs had been his favorite toys while growing up, and there was nothing he hadn’t seen. “Contact Marcus and tell him Ghost has placed a billion-dollar bounty on his head. He either hand over the hostages or perish.” While Marcus was having fun enjoying the helplessness on Damian’s face, his phone rang. When he saw the caller ID, the cocky expression on his face vanished, and it was replaced with respect. He shooed everyone out of the room, “I need some privacy to answer this call. Everyone, get out!” Once everyone was out, he stood ramrod straight and answered the call, “Boss!”

They looked way better now than before. “Fine. Better. For a moment there, I had thought that I wouldn’t be seeing you again. Did you know that the bounty had been increased to almost a million dollars?” Storm hesitated answering Justin’s question, knowing that this might bring some kind of friction between her friends. She had known; however she hadn’t known of the increment until this morning. Does that count? “Yes, I found out today. I had been on my way to let you guys know. But then…you were kidnapped.”

He gripped the back of his neck, his face red with fury. "You are wrong, she does exist, he's just Soo good at hiding her. The bounty was supposed to smoke her out. I thought someone would eventually talk for a hundred million dollars." "The Takahashi project news is flooding every business platform," the hunter replied plainly. He pulled a tablet from his jacket and held it up. "It's burying the bounty story. The media only cares about the Japanese competition now. The public has moved on. The bounty attempt is officially dead."

“Sure, Mrs Fletcher.” Colt and I exited the room, not touching. “What was that about?” he asked as soon as we left the building, walking down the aisle the guards had created, straining to keep the press away. “Wilder knows about the Gyehna’s bounty, and just now, he appeared to be in urgent need of a hundred million.” Colt’s eyes narrowed into furious slits as he pulled my door open. Inside the car, I drew out the chest of the refrigerator and plucked a bottle of water as he walked around the car and settled in the backseat beside me.

Amari remained silent, knowing her father asked a rhetorical question. "$1,000,000.00. The bounty will go up to $1,000,000.00 for every month that passes. If I keep Alpha Alexander locked away for at least three months, then I'm at least looking at a $3,000,000.00 bounty." "Honestly, I'm not surprised. You'll do anything for money." "I'll do anything for a lot of things," Alpha Charles confessed. "When I turn in your mate, I'll turn down the money."

“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.

She chuckles with her hands on her waist, staring out into the hallway now surrounded by police officers. "Well, Mr. Vance," she says, turning back to him. "Do you want a bounty sum or what? You just took out Gonzalez’s son and the next in command. They call him Pronto. The rest of the group won't run again once they find out all their bosses are dead.” Marcus’s face remains calm, and he lets out a quiet sigh. "I don't care about any damn bounty. Get your men to clean this off my fucking floor. I wish it didn’t happen in my building.”