Frankini Henry Danger Novels & Stories

It's kind of funny seeing a guy as confident and powerful and dangerous-looking stuttering like a 5 year old, but the situation is stopling me from laughing. He sits there and he doesn't say, or do anything, just sits there for a few long moments; I'm not even sure if he's breathing. And then, all of a sudden, he stands up, pushing the chair bacwards so hard that it falls over, and covers his face with his palms. "Motherfucker." he mumbles to himself and then gives me that dangerous look he has when he's planning to kill someone. Oh boy. "With who? You're pregnant with who?" he roars out and I want to sink into the ground because everybody's eyes are on us.

As he straightens up, he realizes the nearly two-meter-tall man is already standing right in front of him. “Mr. Damião, I can explain,” he begins. A crushing punch slams into his face before he can finish. Blood splatters onto the floor. “I'll kill you, you bastard!” Damião roars. Realizing there is no reasoning with him, Henri bolts toward the bedroom door, throws it open, and runs. He knows that if he stays, his life is in danger. Panicked, he hears the giant man chasing relentlessly behind him. With no one around to stop Damião, Henri races out the back door, still naked except for the underwear clutched in his hand. He desperately looks for one of the ranch workers, only to remember that

He looked up, lip trembling slightly. “But Dad is.” I winced. Yeah, Fernando had been harsh. He was still fuming in the front seat, his jaw clenched like it was wired shut. Ashley’s brows furrowed as she kept glancing his way. “He’s just worried,” I told Henry gently. “We all are. But you need to understand—talking to strangers, especially when we don’t know if we’re being followed or watched, it’s dangerous.” Henry nodded slowly. “He was nice and he asked me normal questions.”

"He chose an old town. Tricky bastard knows that's the last place anyone would look." 'Its also closer to the seaport,' she grimaced. Illegal dugs were mostly transported via ships. "Are we really sending her in there alone?" Ethan asked aloud. The idea did not sit right with him. Dante Guillermo could hurt Veronica. "Our men will be in the area, Mr. Reynolds. She will be fine," the commander of the operation asserted but Ethan was not convinced. "That doesn't guarantee her safety. Dante's a ruthless man, you know that. He could-"

{DANTE} Neither Francis nor Cecelia said a word about my long absence from the dinner table Friday night. Vivian didn't mention our little chat in the office, and I returned to New York dissatisfied and on edge. I could've burned the Lau mansion to the ground with one flick of my lighter. Unfortunately, doing so would've brought the authorities straight to my doorstep. Arson was bad for business, and l'd never stooped to murder...yet. But certain people tempted me to cross the line every day, one of whom I happened to share blood with.

The action shocked everyone. Sabrina gasped, her hand covering her mouth. “Tristan...” she whispered in fear. “What have you been doing while I was in Switzerland?!” Tristan shouted angrily. Sal clutched his bleeding head, and Marc could only watch his friend with concern. “There were five of you, but none of you could carry out my orders?!” Tristan’s sharp gaze swept across his three companions before he continued, “Frankie and Ricky, they’re still not here?!” Marc mustered the courage to answer, “It seems... they’re on their way.”

“You think I don’t see it? The way you flinch at every sound now? The way you avoid your own damn room?” “I’m just tired—” “No, Christy. You’re scared. And I don’t blame you.” I didn’t answer. He walked up to me, then stopped just inches away. “You were supposed to be safe here.” I forced a small smile. “You say that like this place isn’t run by the mafia.” He didn’t laugh. Instead, he reached out and touched my chin. “I’m trying, Christy.” His voice was softer now. “I know,” I said.

Hunter added, crumpling up the paper napkin he’d just wiped his mouth with and tucking it into the takeout container. When they’d tried three different routes without success and came to yet another standstill on the last one, Hunter unbuckled his seatbelt and swiveled to face her. He looked down at her feet. “Can you walk a while in those heels?” “Sure.” She set her container on the seat beside her and undid her own seatbelt, assailed by nervousness. In light of the possible threat against her, walking around out there in broad daylight even with a bodyguard didn’t thrill her. Especially in shoes that would leave blisters after a few blocks.

"That this weirdo is spending so much money on you. You haven't met this guy before, but he knows work is hard for you and how stressed you are with all the gossip. He misses your eyes, your beauty." Kali stared at the box. "How many times did you read that card." "Is that what matters now? Listen to me. This guy can be dangerous. If he is making fantasies in his head and convincing himself that there is a relationship between the two of you. He could do something dangerous one of these days." Kali seemed to understand where he was going. She immediately shifted from sceptical to worried. He didn't want to scare her, but it was something that they had to address.

It is the kind of smile that belongs to a man who has just decided the game will be more dangerous if he sits close enough to touch the blade. By four o’clock, Julian Hart will be sitting across from him. By four o’clock, Adrian will remind him that beautifully written humiliation still has consequences.