Frankini Henry Danger Novels & Stories

Dangerous. Patrons and staff of SubTerra used only one word to describe Jon Moretti; dangerous. He was one of many dangerous men who walked through the clandestine establishment, and yet Jon Moretti was the one they warned her about. Career criminals, thieves, arsonists, gang members, murderers… the club was a prestigious hub, built specifically to give these menacing people a place where, ironically, they could feel safe. A place they knew police officers wouldn’t be barging through the door to arrest them, thanks to a low-key business agreement between the owner, Frank Muscovado, and some crooked government officials with the power to sweep the booming business under the rug.

Like follow through on my promise and tell Damon everything. Henry wanted me desperate, but I was something far more dangerous now; I was cornered and furious.

Gina shrieked in both rage and terror, pointing a trembling finger at Frank, "You ingrate! You refused to treat Luna, and you're attacking us in our own house now, even murdering right before our eyes?! The Southstream Lanes will kill you!" Seeing that Gina was still gloating even at this point, Frank glowered and strode toward her. Gina screamed right then and ran to pick up a vase, holding it in front of herself as she cried, "S-Stop! Are you crazy?! If you lay a finger on me, the old man won't ever forgive you!" Frank hesitated at the mention of Henry and lowered his hand. "Frank!" Henry himself called out to him from upstairs just then. "Is that you, Frank?"

Liliane sat down in the spot next to me, pretending to open a magazine while her voice drifted to my ear. "Just left," I lowered my voice. "We don't have much time, so I'll make this quick. "Henry is extremely dangerous. In the real world, he's the prime suspect in three brutal murder cases with exceptional counter-surveillance skills. He hid in this game to enjoy the thrill of the hunt. He's already won six consecutive rounds, and his net worth is conservatively estimated at over five billion." I fell silent for a few seconds. "What do you want me to do?"

Larissa dodged him impatiently and said coldly, "I have yet to settle the score with you about you getting Ross abducted, and you have the guts to come and see me?" Henry looked ghastly. He lowered his voice as if he was afraid of being heard. "Larissa, you've got to be careful of that child. He's dangerous!" Larissa looked at him as if he were an idiot, and laughed coldly. "Is there something wrong with your brain? I practice medicine but I wouldn't be able to save someone like you." Henry gritted his teeth. "I risked my life to come and tell you that that child is a dangerous entity!

This was the one man he should not mess with! Bone-chilling terror seized Martin even as he started pushing himself off the floor, ready to flee. But as soon as he moved, Henry put his foot on Martin's hand. Those hands had touched Tina. There was no reason for him to keep them! "No, wait!" Even as Martin looked on in fear, Henry remained impassive as he put his foot down. "Argh—mmph!" Andy silenced Martin again before he could scream. By the time Henry lifted his foot, Martin was sweating all over, his hand crippled.

Let me know immediately. ‘What I have been trying to tell you is that I am capable of taking care of myself, don't worry about me.’ I assured him. ‘Henry has men at his disposal. Men that are willing to pave ways for him even if it means taking lives. If you have any funny ideas in that tiny cute head of yours terminate it.’ If he wanted his words to scare me then it was mission accomplished. ‘can you see why I never wanted you to work with Henry from the get go? That man may not seem like it but he is dangerous.'

'He will fail miserably,' Dominic thought. "Was it you who broke into the Seltzer mansion and seriously injured the guards?" Dominic asked coldly. "Yes." Henry appeared calm as he walked out casually. There was no fear in his eyes. Lydia was stunned by Henry's response. He did not seem afraid. However, that could easily provoke terrifying individuals and lead to his own death. If Lewis' was right, Henry was in danger. As expected, Dominic became even more enraged and murderous. He asked, "Was it you who barged into the hospital and slapped my daughter-in-law?"

“Now you’re speaking my language. But let’s be clear, Victor. If I’m putting my neck on the line for you, I want assurances. No half-measures.” “You’ll have them,” Victor promised, his tone unyielding. “But, Henry, this game is far more dangerous than you’re used to. The people we’re dealing with don’t play by the rules.” Henry laughed, raising his glass in a mock toast. “Danger, rules—who cares? If there’s one thing I love more than women and whisky, it’s a good fight. Count me in.” "So who are we dealing with?" Henry asked, his voice taking on a serious tone.