Finding Frankie Henry Hotline Novels & Stories

Without a second thought I pulled my phone out and shakily dialed. "911, please state your emergency." An older woman urgently instructed. "M-my friend." I sobbed, hurrying back over to keep Francine upright by propping her against me. "She's not waking up!" "Please stay on the line, miss. Can you tell me what happened?" The woman asked as I cried harder. I managed to retrace my steps and choked out Francine's address as I started shaking her desperately. "Does she have any medical history we need to be aware of?"

Charity: “Calm thyself dickweed! I see her everyday at training, same as you. Then she is usually busy with you or Frankie.” Jonas: “She’s never busy with me and my mom pointed out that we have seen Frankie around the territory a lot, without Nikki.” Charity: “Do you think she’s avoiding us? Maybe we should do a three-way call with Frankie.” Jonas: “Good idea, since you’re more tech savvy, I'll hold while you add Frankie to the call.” Charity: “Okay, hang a sec.” Frankie: “Hello, this is Frankie.” Charity: “Hey Frankie, I have Jonas on a three-way with us. We wanted to ask about Nikki.”

"Earlier, Mr. Franklyn said he wanted to see you, but I didn't disturb you because you were on the phone. It seems Mr. Franklyn has been called away. You can look for him later." Candice nodded and was about to speak when her phone vibrated. Glancing down, she saw a text from Henry, providing a location. It seemed he wanted her and Alex to join him for dinner tonight. Candice ignored the message and turned off her phone. Angela looked at her and asked, "Are you not in a good mood?" Candice looked in Yondu’s direction and replied, "I'm going to look for Mr. Franklyn." While Candice ignored Henry’s text, Henry was sweating away and staring at his phone.

Jody was Frankie's beloved daughter, so Henry was done for. Just then, Edward's phone rang. It was his father, Stanley Warren. His expression changed as Henry gazed over. Henry was also surprised. He wondered if it was Stanley calling Edward. If so, things had moved faster than expected.

"And he always did what was right, no matter what. I remember one time when your mother was having trouble with a stalker. Frank took care of it and made sure she was safe. He was the same person who also helped your mom retrieve her house eleven years ago when she had issues and clashed with a shareholder from her company who wanted to steal her house. He won't turn you away." Hearing this, I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe there was a chance that Frank would be willing to help me. It was worth a try, at least. "What's his number?" I asked, feeling a renewed sense of determination. "I do not have his number," the caller responded. My hope disappeared for a second, and I wondered why the calle

I had no plan for what to do when we got there, I did not know much about this dog gang but I wanted answers and that was the plan. I heard a phone vibrate. Frank put his left into the pocket of his inner jacket and brought out a black burner phone. It belonged to the deceased hitman. "It's a text message, asking if you are dead and also asking for a picture as proof," Frank reported as he scrolled through the phone. I stifled a laugh. "They still do that?" I asked in a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "Fucking amateurs," Frank muttered. "Ask for payment first," I said as an idea formed in my head.

" Henry said while looking at me. "Yes, give me a second." I took out my phone and dialled the police station number. "It's ringing." I told him while handing over the phone to him. ~On call~ "Hello." The cop received the call. "Talk to him." Henry whispered while showing the phone and keeping the call on speaker. "Hello, it's me!" Austin yelled out. "Who?" The cop asked him back. "Ahh, Austin Knight." Austin yelled out while revealing his name.

Now. Inside the penthouse, Henry was already on the phone. “Find out who he is,” he snapped at his security chief. “And next time, I want two men on her at all times. I don’t care what she says.” He hung up and looked out the window, fists clenched. They’d come too close. And someone had the guts to come after her? Henry Frost wasn’t just cold-hearted. He was lethal when it came to protecting what was his. Karen sat on the edge of her couch, phone still in hand, reading Henry’s message again.

James said. After dinner, Nyla went back to her room. She was reading when her phone rang. Unknown number. She almost ignored it, then decided to answer. "Miss Harper?" A man's voice. Professional. "This is Frank. I have some preliminary information." "Already? It has only been a few hours."

handing it to me. I immediately called Elijah but .. the phone rang and rang and rang … no answer. That’s weird … but I didn’t give myself a chance to dwell on it. So I called Frankie. “Hey girl. You almost back?” He asked. “Frankie …” I sobbed out. “What’s wrong??” He asked suddenly on high alert. “I need you to come. Please hurry.” I said. “Where?” He said suddenly all business like. When Frankie or any of the guys went into business/stealth mode.. there was no stopping them. And you’d better get the hell out of their way.