Bounty on her head

BOUNTY ON HER HEAD Mafia and Motorcycles Jane Pragor Mafia and Motorcycles Michelle Michelle Michelle Michelle Eric Michelle Michelle Michelle Clint Michelle Michelle David Michelle Brandon Michelle Michelle Stephen Michelle Michelle Frank Michelle Michelle Michelle Michelle Copyright © 2023 Jane Pragor All right reserved The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarities to real persons, living or dead, are coincidental and not intended by the author. No parts of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the express written permission of the publisher. Author note. This book contains darker themes. If you have an issue with violence involving gangs, mafias, jealous exes, or sex in extreme detail, maybe you should close this book and try a different one. Just not one by me, all of mine will have these things. PrologueIt always begins with the trash. Michelle 6 months ago “Aren’t you ready yet?” Mr. Maxwells PA, Erin, asks me. Erin is a few years younger than me, but I like her more than most of the people around here. She is short, blonde, and on the petite side, but she has the attitude of my New Orleans grandmother, which makes her a good person in my book. Not to mention, my New Orleans grandmother would use hoodoo on my ass if she thought she needed to, I am not willing to upset Erin and see if she would too. “I was waiting on Brandon, but I guess he is still busy! Either way, I am not waiting on him any longer, I heard they are naming the new partner!” He should have had to walk by my office to get to the conference room unless he intentionally went the long way around, surely he wouldn’t have done that. There have been rumors that they are naming a new partner for a few days but none of the big bosses have said anything, but I think that was strategic. There are several people that I think they could be promoting—me included—but I am trying to manage my expectations, but I think that keeping it as just a rumor made it possible for them to watch the candidates a little closer. “Do you think it will be Brandon?” Erin asks from the doorway, her face saying she doesn’t want Brandon to get it, but she isn’t going to say that out loud. As much as I want to tell her that I hope it’s Brandon—to be a good girlfriend and all that—that would be a lie. Sure, he has worked here longer than a lot of other lawyers and he has taken plenty of high-profile cases in the last year, but he only won about half of them. I have taken just as many—if not more—and won every single one of mine. I'm not going to go as far as saying that I deserve it over him but… shit, I don’t know what I am trying to say. Maybe I do think I deserve it more. I worked my ass off to get where I am, and I did it WITHOUT my father's name and only enough of his money to get me through school. I intentionally took this job because Mr. Maxwell told me he didn’t care who my father is and I would be judged for my talents, not my bloodline. That’s all I ever wanted. Sure, being a lawyer runs in my family, and I went to the school that I did and got the degree that I did because my father wanted me to, but that doesn't mean that I didn’t want this too. I have a legacy to live up to and want to prove that I can do it independently. I don’t want to be seen by only my father's wins or losses. I have a name of my own and I want things to show it, not just Benjamin Cook's daughter does this or that, I don’t want people to only see me as his daughter. I know that I am not the only one that feels like this, there is probably a whole slew of people that hate the fact that they only get the things they do because of their family or their money. Money doesn’t buy happiness, at least it never did for me. I hate that, it seems so cheesy to be the girl with all the money that she could ever dream of, and yet she is miserable with her own life. It’s like a cheesy movie. The problem that I have is that I want people to see me for ME and not because of my money, finding people that meet that criterion is hard. “Let’s go out for drinks when it’s over! We could use a night out; I feel like it’s been forever since we had any time together outside of this office.” Erin pulls me out of my head and back to the conversation we were having without even noticing that I had wandered off into la-la land. “I’ll have to get back to you. If Brandon gets it he is going to want to go out, but if he doesn’t, he might just want to go back to his place and chill.” As good of a boyfriend as he is, man, he lets his emotions run away from him. It’s like he gets the man flu but with his emotions. Brandon is 5 foot 11 inches, with dark hair and muscles. He is always dressed to impress and never has a wrinkle or hair out of place. We have been seeing each other for about 11 months, and things have been great, my dad even seems to like him, and he never likes anyone. You should have seen me trying to date when I was younger, bringing boys to my house was a huge thing, and they almost always got scared