Romans & histoires Hannibal Harris

“All of them have some type of memory loss we can’t account for. They know their names, what they did for the Viper and the other den leaders, but any locations on other den leaders or clients who used their services are gone.” I hold his gaze. “I see.” “Have you or the Mystics seen anything about Hannibal?” “No.” He nods, gritting his teeth in frustration. “Our current plan is to flush out the den leaders. We know most have moved to Tarsian at this point and are in hiding. Their men are on the loose and much easier to catch, but Soren is familiar with this guy. He worked for the Viper, running messages between the den leaders. He doesn’t remember a Goddess damned thing about their locations

"Oh c'mon. There's no way you'll forget someone who literally went out with a bang." "Or should I say....boom!" He grinned, making wild hand gestures. Realization had slowly begun to creep into me but that left me with more questions. I remember the man who blew up my garage and how I put a hole in his head but I wasn't sure of how any of this concerned him. "What about him?" Marco asked impatiently. "Oh he's not the problem. He's dead." "His son however, is part of the problem. Harris Leroy." Don Fabio explained, making my eyes widen in realization. Harris? The waiter from earlier? Fuck!

“I’ll make sure that none of you will ever live to see the reality. We will ruin this hotel where its ashes get burned down to the ground as all of you bow and pray for forgiveness to the souls you have brutally taken.” I take a step backward as Harris’ expression scares me. It is the first time that I have seen him like this. He’s always been trying to be the one who thinks and solves the problem with logic. He’s the type who is always running on the safest options although it hurts him. However, right now, he looks like he’s going to make the first-ever crime he has done in his life. And he did.

Harris interrupted Leo, collecting the phone from Zack. Leo is an orphan teenager computer expert and a hacker who works solely for Harris regarding such cases. He was only 5 when Harris found him wandering about in a deserted forest and ever since then, his only family was Harris and it breaks his heart whenever he gets scolded by him just like now, and in such cases, he stutters, and then Harris would have to apologize with a smile before he can talk properly again. But this only happens with Harris! "M-my…Lord…I…"

He couldn't help but think of his dad when he looked at that Omega. "I'm still waiting for one of you to start talking! Why the fuck are you in my territory?" Harris' eyes scan the pathetic little group and he growls as he begins to get angry again. "Someone better start talking or I'm going to start killing people, starting with little Miss Redhead here!" Harris said as he pointed at Annabelle. "Now, who's going to start talking?" "I am!" A very deep and rough voice spoke. Harris' head snapped in the direction of the voice as several of his warriors dragged a man much larger than even he is, forward.

The man bled from head to toe, but he stood his ground in front of my father, his heart racing as he feared the Pakhan attacking him. “Your son has crossed all limits…” “His name is Alpha Nathan, and I believe that you are well aware that this is HIS pack’s grounds” dad said, glaring at the man. My heart swelled with so many feelings that I didn’t know how to express. Mom kept her eyes on dad from a distance, her own heart racing as she looked at the man she grew up loving before she ended up fearing.

Sam said, "Hunter's just a high school student. From what we've gathered, his specialty is exploring hidden tombs. Mr. Page, do you think the Hannibals took him to plunder graves?" "It's a possibility," Grayson acknowledged. Rodney paused, then queried, "Mr. Page, are you suggesting that the Hannibal family's boss hasn't shown himself yet because of Hunter?" Grayson's eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Perhaps the Hannibals anticipate riches lying within those tombs."

He tracked them back through the town and as he was pulling into Annie’s street his phone rang, clicking on the hands free he answered. “Mr. Addison, it’s Harris, I’m parked at the end of the street.” William groaned, Harris was the son of a second cousin who had been brought up in Glasgow, nineteen years old and far too keen for William’s liking. He hadn’t the brains to go to University so had been running the streets with his boys running petty crime rackets and coming to the attention of the police on more than one occasion. Rumour had it that he got himself into some serious trouble with one of the razor gangs in Glasgow due to his big mouth so his parents had sent him to Edinburgh, into

“But I don’t think you’ll find anything. Andrew’s not… he’s not that kind of man.” Harris leaned back, his gaze never leaving her. “We’ll see.” The drive home felt surreal. Isabelle’s thoughts spiraled as she replayed the conversation with Detective Harris. Organ trafficking? How had she missed this? Was it even possible that the man she loved, the man who had dedicated his life to saving others, could be hiding something so dark?

They pretended that Isaac’s mother didn’t stay here and on top of all Margaret didn’t even seem to greet me while she had been polite a few weeks ago. I puffed out a weary breath as I compelled myself to concentrate. The Shadow Pack’s alpha: Caius Tenebris had succeeded as the alpha after killing his father in a challenge. Well, that’s…something. This guy seemed to be our age and was as popular as Isaac. I looked up from the file. Was this the reason for rivalry?