Hank Marlow Novels & Stories

Evangeline was thrilled yet a tad anxious about landing such an awesome CEO. Evangeline could not help but feel a mix of pride and worry. She was proud that she had seen Hank's potential from the start, but worried too. How could a guy with Hank's talent stick around as the CEO of the Foster family's company forever? He was just helping out, and sooner or later, his time would be up. "I won't hold back, then!" Hank declared with his usual open-hearted charm, completely at ease in front of Evangeline. He never played his cards close to his chest, and he dove right into the menu.

When I saw him with Don that day, I thought he was perhaps a bodyguard or one of Don's workers, but from what I learned from Molly, they were rather close. Another strange thing about Hank was the fact that he didn't have maids. A mansion like this should be full of them, but most things around were automated. "I thought Gianni was the king of technology, but Hank has proven otherwise," Molly said with a hint of appreciation. I agreed. Indeed, I wonder what he does for a living. He lives like a billionaire." I was subtly hoping she would shed more light on Hank's life, which she did. "Well, Gianni mentioned that Hank owns a karate school," Molly shrugged, sipping a drink, but something didn'

“Hank is a big man with a strong self-esteem, but he actually feels remorseful for hitting you that day. We’re also wrong for taking his side. You should compromise and bring him back. Forget that it ever happened and continue to live a happy life like you always have.” As soon as Serenity opened the door, she heard Mrs. Brown persuading her sister. Chelsea said, “Liberty, you should watch out for another woman stealing your husband if you keep giving Hank the cold shoulder. Hank is young and has a promising future. He’s quite handsome and looks like a bachelor. Many young women have a thing for mature men like him with a successful career.” Hank was a manager with a five-figure basic monthl

Hank took it and shook it much to everyone’s surprise. “The pleasure is all mine, Anne! Just out of curiosity, please tell me what do you do for a living?” Hank asked casually. “Err sure, I am a Prison Phycologist,” Anne said confused. “How very interesting!” Hank said with a smile as he released her hand. James instinctively pulled Anne to his side and wrapped an arm around her. “Yes, she is a very interesting woman. One that is unfortunately taken!” James said looking Hank in the eye. Hank roared with laughter and said “ I am sorry James, I am happily married for 30 years with two daughters. Trust me when I say, I don’t need any more women in my life, no matter how interesting they are!”

" I give Zack a nod before he disappears over to Callum and Jack. Hunter's Dad Marlow is ex-FBI and one incredible man. He was forced to leave the FBI about 5 years ago due to a knee injury after being shot. He may not be able to run anymore but the man's mind is still shit hot and exactly what I need right now. "I've done the same," Tom says before shaking Sheriff Nelson's hand and staring up a conversation. I try to keep up with them but my mind keeps wandering to deadly thoughts. I can't stand around here anymore, I need to be out looking for my girls... I just need to do something. Molly

They recognize me immediately, stepping aside without a word. The VIP section is dimmer, and intimate. Leather couches curve around low tables where deals are made and threats are delivered with the same casual indifference. Hank sits in the center booth, flanked by two men I recognize—Dmitri, his enforcer, and Santos, his accountant. They are all rogues living among the humans. "Shawn!" Hank spreads his arms wide, gold chains glinting at his neck. "Finally. We were starting to think you'd forgotten about us."

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.

Kane stood in McLauren's office , the scent of aged whiskey and stale cigar smoke hanging heavy in the air. The old man gray-haired, fat, and always with a drink in hand poured himself another glass, his beady eyes fixed on Kane. "You're the face of this place, son," McLauren sighed, swirling the amber liquid before downing it in one gulp. "It's sad to see you go." Kane didn't flinch. He had never liked McLauren. The man was ruthless, a businessman first, a human second. But Kane respected him, if only because he had given him purpose when he had nothing.

He shook his head, “The thank you was enough. Not many people left with good manners these days.” “I couldn’t agree with you more.” We traveled down the road for a good twenty minutes, making small talk along the way. I learned that Hank, the driver, owned a small horse farm about a mile away from Ronan’s territory. He has a wife named Ethel who keeps him on his toes. He even made a joke about how he can’t live with her, but he can’t kill her. I remember my dad joking with my Mom before, saying that exact same line.

I said firmly. Hank released a long slow breath, holding my gaze. His mask was slipping as he looked at me with disappointment and sadness. But there was also understanding. Maybe even respect. Still, he had a job to do. He moved closer, massaging his fist as he prepared to recreate the heartbreaking blows that got us here. He pulled his arm back but before he could land the shot, one of his henchmen burst into the room, a commotion echoing behind him. “Pack members in coming,” he barked frantically. “Get rid of them.”