Henry Bowers Gang Novels & Stories

What surprised me the most was that he got his Billionaire title at 21. Clyde has always been smart. I always knew he was meant to be successful one day, but I never thought it would go up to this type of scale. He has a security and tech company that the government and many people go to unfold everything related to tracking, hacking, and the dark web. According to many articles online, he's part of a circle named The Bloodhounds. Some reports mentioned that he has some ties to the mafia, which I hope he doesn't have because I imagine how dangerous it would be for him to be related to criminals.

He reached twenty-seven and still did not get the diploma. He is the lead guitarist and lead singer of the band ‘THE FALLEN ANGELS’. Ms. Capa was the one who named this band. The three boys are not only famous at school, but also in other places. He was mistaken for a Gangster look because of the tattoos surrounding both his arms.

Harrison was expecting us, so there was no doubt that he would put on a good show. The front door was opened for us and we were led through. The rooms were clean, white and very expensive looking. "Bossman wants your weapons," a young man wearing joggers stated in a broad British accent. I recognized him. He was Bowen, the fucking disappointment. He had no place in a Mafia, yet Harrison kept him close. Unfortunately, Harrisonburg was stuck with family, and he had Bowen who was a runt of his. I pulled out my only gun and handed it to him, then Sienna did the same. Bowen sucked his teeth loudly while looking at Sienna. He tried to puff out his chest as he nodded his large head.

I gulped my anxiety clutching on the stick of my floss as the familiar voice hit my ear drums! They wore their bully gang's hoodie they had designed for their Wild Wolves Gang. Dark blue galaxy kind of hoodie with a wolves deadly picture imprinted on it in the centre and the name of their gang written in the extreme centre with a bold lining in blood red aggressive font. I took few steps back trying to make a way out of this mess. They only wore this hoodie when they decided onto doing something real worst! And now the worst was for me! Shit Valen, you should not have messed with them!

That person was the leader of the gang that had kidnapped Natalie. He was a short and fat man. After Wade's investigation, he found the gang quickly. They were a street gang and often took money to do illegal things for others. So, the people in the gang were often arrested by the police. Once the gang leader saw Henry, he hurriedly begged for mercy. "Mr. Chase … I was wrong! I won't do it again! Please let me go!" Henry lit a cigarette calmly and said oppressively, "Who told you to kidnap her?"

"We were masked up. No visible cameras. The stairwell was empty when we exited. Henry didn’t make it." I turned to him at that. "Henry didn’t make it?" Bull nodded, grim. "Got clipped by the driver the inside man. We took him down, but Henry bled out before we could load him in." "Any witnesses?" "None that can tie it to us." I looked to Dante. "You confirm?" "Yeah. It was clean, boss. Fast." Henry was dead. Another body on my hands. One I hadn’t planned for. I breathed through my nose, pushing it down. Not now.

Megan and the others crossed their arms and scoffed. Soon, more trucks arrived and they filled up almost the entire street. Megan and the others were shocked. All the trucks had surrounded the square in front of Bersina Group and blocked all escape routes. “King Kong, this bitch slapped me!” A sinister-looking bald man came over. “King Kong? Gold Tooth’s right-hand man, King Kong?!” Carlos’ face turned pale as he stared at the man. Gold Tooth and Dan Niners were the biggest gangsters in the underworld. Carlos heard a lot about them when he hung out with his friends.

Henry had two very tall and bulky bodyguards standing right behind him, and that only made him appear even more formidable. “Well, Henry Bowers is Chief of the Police. That means that he’s the head of the police in this country to put it in simple terms,” Rowan explained to me casually. “Oh, I see...” I murmured. "It’s great to meet you. I’m one of George’s close friends. We do a lot of business together," Henry said before showing me a friendly smile. Given that it was George’s wedding, I shouldn’t have been surprised to meet some prominent figures in society. That didn’t mean that I felt comfortable in their presence.

If Rayna wanted to flirt, she could, but I wouldn’t be hiding behind him this time. Hunter’s Range Rover purred beneath us as we sped down the quiet road, the city blurring past. He didn’t talk much during the drive, his hands gripping the wheel tightly, his jaw set. As we pulled into the compound, the air around us seemed to shift. The gang’s headquarters was housed in a converted warehouse dark glass, steel walls, and rows of matte-black motorcycles and high-end cars lining the lot. Armed men stood at the gates, giving curt nods as Hunter passed.

Growing up around gang members, in a crime-infested neighborhood, I was no stranger to gunshots and hearing about people getting shot, but that was the first time I saw it up close, and it was a mess. "Get him to the hospital, right now!" Bammy screamed as he got off the ground and dusted off dirt off his clothes. "Those are Jason Bade's boys. They're 666 mob, and I know where they'll be," Kaz mumbled. "What the hell are we waiting for? Let's go kill those bastards!" Bammy fumed. "No, Bammy, I got this, Kaz placed a hand on his shoulder." "You got it? Who the hell do you think you are?" he slapped Kaz's hand off his shoulder angrily.