The second the prospect admitted there was a bounty on me and the room went silent enough to hear people breathing.
Honestly, I preferred the gunfire.
At least bullets were straightforward. A bounty meant anyone could become threat. Anyone.
The prospect sat tied to the chair shaking while Roman stared at him.
“How much?” Roman asked.
“Depends who collects.” The prospect said and Crow looked disgusted.
“That’s not an answer.” Crow snapped and the prospect licked blood from a split lip.
“Starting at fifty grand.” The kid said.
The room immediately erupted and Torch barked out a laugh.
“Fifty?” Torch asked and Crow looked offended.
“That’s it?” Crow asked making me confused.
“I’m sorry. Are we upset about the attempted murder or my market value?” I asked.
That earned a f
