Henry Bowers Gang Novels & Stories

He was one of the most prominent gangsters in the criminal world of Cansington. Following Dawson’s appearance, 3,000 men dressed in black and holding iron rods appeared. They instantly surrounded the 300 excavators and 1,000 people. Seeing that Dawson arrived with some men, Henry asked, “What should we do now, James?” James waved his hand and said, “Don’t worry. We’ll wait for Walter to arrive first. That man has a death wish for being interested in my wife and causing her trouble at the factory.” Factory gate.

The Office became quiet for a moment. He saw my puzzled look but I didn't speak. He put his work aside, propped his head up, and looked at me, "Any other questions?" I hesitated a bit before voicing my thoughts, "I remember, Hill is a member of the Bloody gang. Didn't you and Ben dismantle the whole gang a few days ago?" The entire gang was arrested, there aren't many left even if some managed to slip through the net. According to media reports and knowledgeable lawyers these past few days, it was a mafia-like organization.

She drank up a shot, grimanced and requested another one. “Two night berries," Henry ordered, sliding into one of the stools. He looked more distressed than I was. After the diamond robbery, he hasn't brought himself to rest. He was my right-hand man and enforcer of our Mafia organization. Due to his terrifying status in the Mafia, he couldn't accept that a thief had gone past him without noticing. “Chill out a little, Hen. I am pretty sure we will find him here," I said, trusting the Intel that gave me about the thief's location.

" Travis threw his hate back in the ring. "It's gotta be the rustlers." Henry lazily sat back in his seat. "Rustlers?" I finally spoke. Everyone became silent as I tried to reign in my Alpha tone. "What rustlers?" I tried to say normally. Ed scratched his head, but only James met my eyes. "A couple years back, we ran off a small motorcycle gang that had been holed up in town a little too long. Cattle went missing every night they stayed, but once they moved along, no more cattle were lost. The problem is we can't find any of these so-called rustlers, and there is no sign of the motorcycle gang."

I appreciated him, and he left. I sank on the chair as I stared at Henry. If they had used forgetting powder, and some lethal stuff on him, then he must have seen something really high profile. But the only people who were used to this style were the infamous Dark Crescent gang who were mostly skillful assassins and dreaded men with power. The only thing that has been keeping them from raging into my city was because of the powerful crystal gem in my custody. What information did Henry happen to sneak out from them that made them want to take his life so bad? Could they be planning what I may not foresee?

Beyond the wrought-iron gates, somewhere in the shimmering, relentless heat of Los Angeles, Henry was waiting. Every hour that ticked by was an hour closer to him blowing my cover. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I wasn't in Beverly Hills. I was back in the cramped basement apartment in Ohio, smelling cigarette smoke, cheap perfume, and the metallic tang of fear. I remembered the first time I met Henry. We were seventeen. He was the bad boy of the trailer park, the one with the crooked smile and the hands that could pick a lock in ten seconds flat. We didn't grow up as siblings, we grew up as partners. Bonnie and Clyde, Mama Rose used to call us, blowing smoke rings at the ceiling.

It wasn’t a mistake. The Cobra Gang was described in various reports as a ruthless criminal organization, involved in a range of illegal activities such as drug trafficking, smuggling, and violent crimes. News articles and other writings painted a grim picture of the gang's brutality, making it clear that this was no ordinary syndicate. As Dean skimmed through the information, a rising sense of pressure tightened in his chest. If any of this was true, then Chen Dankworth's background and identity were far more complicated and dangerous than he'd imagined.

“Move even an inch and we will fire. She will be dead before you get a hold of any of us...” Henry nodded. “I won’t do a thing I promise” Just then, Mason charged through the back door of the house brandishing his gun. He cooked it loudly. The gang members wielding guns pointed them at Ashley. “Now, no need for anyone to get too excited...” The leader’s face hardened. “What is this Henry? I thought you were good at following instructions?” “What?” Henry stared in confusion. “I...” “Slit her throat Phantom...” “Hey! Hey!” Henry jumped in front of his face. He pointed at Mason. “I don’t know who that is and I didn’t bring him here...”

Unfortunately, her gun slid beneath the bed while she was searching for a hiding spot. The room door opens and the underboss… I meant ex-under boss barges in. Henry was supposed to be the boss but due to his negligence to work, he became the underboss. “What did you do to Bianca?” Henry wails, he hastens toward Bianca, patting her to wake up. Oscar turns to him “Did you send this idiot to come spy on me? Huh? I'm the boss, alright? My say over your lives is final.” He stabs his finger at Henry's chest. Celine used the opportunity to search for the gun.

Bosco spun around in anger and scolded, "What do you know? We can’t afford to mess with these people! Why are you still standing there? Kneel down now!" Celeste and Harvey froze in place at the same time. They were both sitting in wheelchairs, so they surely weren't able to kneel. At that moment, hundreds of vehicles arrived. Groups of people in black uniforms appeared, exuding an intimidating aura. They surrounded the Harrington family, sealing off any chance of escape. The thugs Bosco had paid handsomely for were all terrified. They quickly dropped their weapons and crouched down, hugging their heads. The guards charged into the mansion, capturing all the members of the Harrington family.