Henry Danger Captain Jerk Novels & Stories

I WILL NOT REST ‘til I rip that fucker’s head from his shoulders and feed it to the dogs! Derreck was fuming and being strapped to a hospital bed doesn’t help his situation. He couldn’t train, couldn’t work, couldn’t do anything because everything hung on the thread of Apollo and his strength combined. Henry really did a number on him, but Henry was also out for blood, Garrett’s blood. After he tormented and tortured Derreck, he increased his security because he knew it was only a matter of time. Henry spent most of his time ducking and dodging. Garrett began spending most of his days at work and didn’t visit Derreck as frequently.

Yorick says as they sip their coffee. When our friends join us, I go through it all over again, but this time Henry fills them in on the part where I threatened my brother with me being an elite killing machine and knowing lots of other elite killing machines. “She dropped Raptor and Javelin’s names too,” he says, proudly. “Damn, Hellfire! That’s cold. But that’s when the dish of revenge is best served, right?” Zach asks. “Right,” I say as Henry pulls me into a side hug.

Henry chuckled at the determination. “I’m guessing you have a main suspect I need to asses or maybe… scare.” Henry enjoyed this tension even though he pretended not to. But he was the one to thrive in chaos and Alyssa knew him better than to buy his pitiful act. “Something like that. Also, there is a name on Erik’s security detail which I don’t recognize.” Alyssa waited for Henry to confirm her thoughts.

His older brother anchored our defense and swore Jax could hack circles around most pros. "You really want to do this Evan?" Jax asked keeping his voice down. He eyed the door like someone might burst in any second. "This burner looks basic but syndicate types rig them with kill switches sometimes. My brother loses his roster spot. You lose the captaincy. We both end up in deep shit."

They were so carried away in their little truth or dare games and chats. For some reasons, my gaze was pulled to one of the six guys present before me. He had honey brown eyes and wavy hair with his bangs over his face. He raised a hand and pushed the bangs off his face trying to look cool. I knew who he was, he was the infamous Jax Herring. One of the biggest manwhore the city has ever had. But that was least of my problems right now. I certainly didn't want my little sister anywhere around him. He was bad news to anyone he crossed paths with.

I’m sure it can't’ be that bad seeing as Henry didn’t say anything about it before he left. “Henry’s wolf nearly took control of him and I was forced to restrain him.” Derrick’s masculine voice spreads through my body like the sweetest song, distracting me momentarily from the explanation he provided to me. When his words register in my brain after a beat, my eyes widen in worry as they move over his body in search of wounds like Henry’s. “Are you okay?” I find myself saying without much thought, concern for Derrick’s safety overrides the concern I felt when seeing the deep gashes across Henry’s face.

“Tell me, Hammer—who did it? Everything, now.” Hammer’s voice scraped out, rough as broken glass, but firm; his hands clutched the sheet, veins bulging with the strain of truth. “Jeremiah—not Jeremy; Jeremiah shot me. Docks.” His breath hitched, ragged; his eyes burned, wet with rage and shame. “Jeremy was there too. And some African warlord, Flinco. They raided the watch house, hit us like a storm. Everyone's dead right? I failed the Agency, Sir.”

At this point, if we create a bit of a crisis for him, he surely can't sit still. Ember was ecstatic to have such important information. The two of them hit it off right away, and she couldn't stop her heart from fluttering. … As darkness fell, Henry glanced at his men. "Let those people keep an eye on them. Don't make any mistakes. Otherwise you can't pay for the goods even with your lives." The scar on his henchman's face was even more visible in the light. "Boss, just don't worry about getting everything ready. It won't be discovered by anyone."

Dawn informed Aqua about where they were heading after the meal as they ate. After making their late breakfast, he texted Jericho that he would introduce his saviour briefly at the shop. First impressions were important, and Jericho didn’t know how to turn down gossip. “We will visit my friend at his shop,” he told Aqua. “His name is Jericho, but you can call him Jerry for short. Be careful not to bring up your secret, he’s very good at digging for secrets so don’t answer any questions that sound strange.”

"Once they hold unto a position they can't handle, lives are put in danger and once lives are in danger, lives are lost!" "These useless men who were given the title to become the governor of the eleven states because of their past achievement has failed woefully in maintaining their post. They've turn drunkards and womanizers who send men to do their jobs for them because they do not feel the need to see though it!" The Death lord wore his black gloves, twisting his neck, he cleared his throat to continue speaking.