Henry Bowers X Patrick Hockstetter Novels & Stories

I take a seat next to him. -The meeting was about the attack on the Coastal Current Pack-Me -What did they find out?-Henry -All we could see on the cameras were multiple wolves but they couldn’t tell who was how-Me -I know more was discussed but they won’t say-Me -We need to find out-Henry -I know but I think Harrington might be starting to suspect me-Me -We need to be more cautious then-Henry -I know and I have been. He has been acting this way since we were little. I think he may know that Chester’s dad is not my real father-Me

Don't be angry, Henry! "Don't be angry, Henry!" Monique's sweet and soft voice was as sweet as the spring water on a high mountain. He looked at the silly woman who made him happy. Henry's cold aura slowly dissipated a little. Song Xu turned off the video backstage and quickly returned to Chairman Moore. Song Xu said, "Chairman Moore, the backstage was invaded by hackers and then played. I don't know what's going on with the backstage." Henry's eyes turned cold and he said coldly, "Find out who is behind this."

“Already?” “Looks like it.” “Thought Phoenix would wait at least until the news had settled.” “Guess he’s impatient.” I took a hit of whisky, shaking my head. “Must be bad out there if he’s rushing it.” “You didn’t hear?” I shook my head. “I’ve been out of the loop.” “Yeah,” Dow said, laughing. “Guard duty.” “What happened?” “Snakes ambushed a deal last night,” Dow said, “killed two of ours.”

I exhaled and asked him his name once again. "It's Henry, ma'am," he grinned slightly and I nodded. "Nice to meet you, I'm Pandora," I said, offering my hand. Henry reached out to shake my hand when Cassian dropped down, twisted his neck, killing him instantly. "What the actual fuck,Cassian, you fucking asshole, we were becoming friends," I growled angrily. Cassian eyes me blankly and lifts up Henry's hand he had behind his back showing a huge bowie knife. "He was playing with you, plus he's nineteen, Henry Norton, an accused rapist and murderer, so Hera, your welcome," he stated and I rolled my eyes as I walked back the way of the vehicle. He rushed up next to me and I avoided glancing his

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.

Hacker and Hijack join us again, much to the excitement of Wendy and Yana, who begins peppering them with questions while we walk. I’m surprised that Hijack tolerates her exuberance. Maybe it’s because she’s asking him questions about how they followed my mother’s money trail and got the recording that sealed Stellan's guilt. I notice that Hacker doesn’t make any outward movements toward Wendy, but his hand continues to brush against hers and every once in a while as we walk, their fingers lock together for just a moment. “So, what’s the deal with Henry?” Connor asks Quirin. “Yeah, why isn’t Henry here?” Wendy asks.

“The one the Blackwoods are hiding.” A younger man, face half-lit by the glow of the monitors, nodded. “We confirmed. She’s Sean Blackwood’s assistant. Seen around him at least ten times over the past month. Close. Very close.” I smirked. “That’s not just a work relationship.” “She’s living with the cop now,” another man added from the corner, tapping a keyboard fast. “Ethan Cross. A decorated officer. Hacker-level security. His place was tough to breach but we slipped in a pinhole camera. Didn’t last long, though. He’s good. Found it fast.”

He was a blonde guy with a frecklish but handsome face. She smile at them and walked in their direction. Both of them stood up and shook Elena’s hand one by one. The handsome guy spoke first, “We never knew Mr. Parker had Ms. Phoebe Schmidt right under his nose. My daughter is a fan of your book.” “That’s so sweet of you to say that.” “Hello, Ms. Schmidt, I am Henry Stokes, a lawyer and he is my assistant, Mr. Brooks, who is such a big fan of yours himself that he forgot to introduce himself.” The old man spoke.

“Let’s address Bowen Sanders. I understand you guys had some info from him.” “Mr. Quinton, Bowen and his gang are being detained in one of our safe houses. Our guys are watching them around the clock.” Jim reported to Peter. “According to Bowen, he was being ordered by someone above him to look for us. Based on the way Bowen described him, it seems that Bowen’s boss is ruthless, cruel, d**k!” Henry added. “This reminds me of Alex Evans and his gang.” said Peter. “Before they were recruited by my son, they were working for my son’s ex-boss. Charles, you remember him. You hammered him when you first came here.”

Hacker and Hijack join us again, much to the excitement of Wendy and Yana, who begins peppering them with questions while we walk. I’m surprised that Hijack tolerates her exuberance. Maybe it’s because she’s asking him questions about how they followed my mother’s money trail and got the recording that sealed Stellan's guilt. I notice that Hacker doesn’t make any outward movements toward Wendy, but his hand continues to brush against hers and every once in a while as we walk, their fingers lock together for just a moment. “So, what’s the deal with Henry?” Connor asks Quirin. “Yeah, why isn’t Henry here?” Wendy asks.