Novel & Cerita Henry Danger Beginning

Henry replied while giving his head a light scratch. "Good." Mr Leo said and hung up. Henry fell back on his chair with a sigh. He loosened the grip his necktie had on him and immediately phoned Dane. A few minutes later, Dane walked into Henry's office smartly dressed in a brown tuxedo. He settled on the sofa. "We have a problem, Dane," Henry said and sat up. "Of course, we have a problem. You went missing Friday night and came home Saturday morning." Dane said.

The lights flickered. Somewhere below, men shouted orders. Dante leaned down, his mouth close to my ear. “And I don’t lose what I claim.” The words sent a dangerous shiver through me—equal parts fear and heat. The elevator doors slid open. As we stepped inside, my phone vibrated in my hand. One message. Unknown number. YOU SHOULD NEVER HAVE LET HIM FIND IT. I looked up at Dante. He was already watching my face. “Someone’s still listening,” he said quietly. And for the first time since this began— I wasn’t sure who the greater threat was.

I tap my fingers on the armrest, waiting for his answer. He proudly rests his back against the office chair and smiles. "Janet Johnson." I nod. Her name playing in my head. I get distracted from my thought when my phones' ringtone fill the room. I pick it up without wasting much time. "Boss." One of my men calls. "There is a problem." I look up at Seth then at the table. "What's that?" "The ship transporting our weapons, can't be found." "What!" I furrow my brows. "When did you realize this?"

There was something about H that gave off an air of danger, a gut feeling that Martin couldn’t shake. As H made his way towards his own car, Henry stepped out as well, following closely behind. Martin’s heart skipped a beat as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes. He had expected a simple exchange of the goods that had brought him and Henry to the middle of nowhere in the first place, not this ominous confrontation.

Half-hidden behind thick overgrown trees. I didn’t think. I sprinted toward it, my breath ragged, my legs screaming in protest. I reached the door, yanking it open, the rusted hinges groaning in protest. I stumbled inside, my knees hitting the dirt floor. Silence. Darkness. The scent of old wood, of dust, of hay. A safe place. At least for now. A moment later, Henry staggered in after me, his fur streaked with blood. He shifted as he fell to his knees, his breath ragged.

Why did I seem to like the danger Henry brought? "You're brave enough to refuse, but your body is lying," Henry whispered, his voice deep and full of mockery. Henry licked my ear as his hand held my breast and gently massaged it. From my ear, Henry immediately leaned down, simultaneously lifting my blouse and lowering my bra, and without hesitation, he clamped his mouth onto my breast. I gripped his polo shirt. I felt the weakness in my knees from the intense tickling and pleasure brought by Henry’s sinful tongue. If I weren't leaning against the wall and held by Henry, I might have collapsed to the floor.

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.

She hurriedly goes for my belt and undoes the buttons of my pants afterward. I pull up the big hoodie she's wearing to expose more metal on her. Three daggers and a gun. They are both silver and have the same initials as her necklace. NV. I think it's time I get to know something about her. I'm so relieved that she's not some helpless girl who does not know how to take care of herself. I'm surrounded by danger and the first thing your rivals go after is the one thing you care for. The moment they know I have a soft spot for this girl, she'll automatically be in deeper shit than she already is.

Two men dressed in black with matching color of hats stood beside him, gun in their hands. The man swallowed the painful lump in his throat; he had heard rumours but he refused to believe them. He made the mistake of taking up the task everyone rejected and went into the dangerous territories of Narlands. The rumours were indeed true, the Death lord crept steadily, the silence was deafening. When his face came into view, the man's eyeballs widened in trepidation and at the same time, astonishment.

It was more of a gadget chamber, sometimes, he wouldn't remember he has a home because literally, here had become his home THE BOSS had given Henry from yesterday to this morning to give him an explanation of why he had to put Alex and Josh in danger but the young man seemed not ready to give him an explanation. "Henry, I am sure you know me too well. You can joke about anything with me. I don't care about your scores with Homer but next time you play your game towards Alex, you will swear with your life. Be careful. You have the whole of the building to scrub for the next one week. I hope within this time, you will think about your life." The Boss said and walked out on Henry who scoffed an