Henry Danger Captain Jerk Novels & Stories

"There are... five of them." ***

But it wasn't the weapon that made my stomach violently drop to the floor; it was his face. He had the same sharp, aristocratic jawline, the same dark, heavy stubble, and the exact same piercing, icy blue eyes as the man standing in front of me. "You always were too slow on the draw, Jaxson," the man said, his voice a gravelly, mocking drawl that sounded exactly like an older, rougher, and infinitely more dangerous version of my boyfriend. David Mercer smiled, a cruel, sadistic twisting of his lips, as his finger rested lightly on the trigger. "Hand over the phone, son. Daddy needs to clock out."

It wasn’t out of spite. The newly saved contact name served as a reminder to me. He was a captain responsible for every passenger’s safety. The only thing he wasn’t was my husband. Met with my silence, George assumed I would just give in as I always had. He reached out to run his fingers along my hair. Be a good girl.” I took a step back. His hand was left hanging in the air. “George.” I called out his name. He paused. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out some papers and slapped them against his chest.

she murmured. “I’m not going to sit here and profess to be a fucking angel, but I’ve never hurt a woman or a child. More than I can say for half the fucking guys who come here. Maybe I have a twisted definition of worse, but I’d say those things constitute a fucking warning.” Scraping his fingers across his shaven scalp, he let out a sharp exhale. “On the list of dangerous people here, I can name at least fifty who are more psychotic than I am.” “I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?”

Derrick shouted as he jumped out of his car and came running towards our direction, "You're gonna have him killed" Derrick repeated as he reached where we are, just outside of Henry's house He grabbed me from behind and pushed me off Henry, whose eyes were now swollen and purple in color, "I want him dead, don't interfere Derrick" I warned, still feeling the rage and taste of betrayal deep inside, "I will not let you commit such a crime, he's not worth it Aires" Henry spat out blood from his mouth, "why fight your best friend because of a girl, she's not worth it you know, she's just a pimp"

To endanger me and the babies? No. That wasn’t the Jeremiah I knew. Was it? But I couldn’t say that. Not with Henry beside me, rigid with rage. Not with two detectives waiting for me to say something that aligned with their theories. "Well... he’s not exactly a stable person," I said finally, choosing my words carefully. "I’ve seen what he’s capable of when things don’t go his way." Henry gave my hand a gentle squeeze, as if proud of me for not defending Jeremiah.

the same policeman tells us curtly as we walk up to him, and he leads me to the same room, the room that might just give me nightmares. Thank fuck I'm not claustrophobic, or I wouldn't know how I'd handle this fucking room with no furniture except a table and three chairs, blank walls, blank everything. "Good for you that you came back." the policeman says and I read his name tag - Daniel. Honestly, he looks like the type of dick that takes his anger out on black dudes. And women. And well, everyone who gets in his fucking way. I just nod in answer, Biden told me not to speak unless absolutely necessary.

“There’s a new player. Someone with resources and reach far beyond what we expected.” Luca leaned in, eyes narrowing. “Who?” Damien hesitated. “They call him ‘The Broker.’ He deals in weapons, information, anything you can imagine. And he’s brokered a deal with Marquez to flood the streets with explosives.” Elena’s breath hitched. “If that shipment gets through…” “Half the city won’t stand a chance.” The room fell silent, the gravity of the situation settling in like a thick fog. “We have to intercept the shipment,” Luca said finally, voice firm. “Stop Marquez and this Broker before they gain too much power.”

Jason replied. Derrick's POV "Henry, I have got news." He said as soon as Henry picked his call. "News? Good or bad news?" Henry asked curiously. "Both, obviously. Because I do not see anything good about this jerk called Garrett." Derrick scolded Henry. "I know right but you are meant to understand me better." Henry replied. "I think I do understand you but then nothing just seems to be really good with all of this." He replied. "Just tell me already. What did you find out?" Henry asked anxiously.

Herman’s men were trooping out from no where and of course I made sure to blow off any fucker that crossed my path and at the same time, I was on a look out for just one person; Harman. By the time we’d effortlessly taken down the bastards, I took custody of one and asked him to take him to his boss, of course he didn’t hesitate. The fucker led us into a particular appartment. Herman was sitting like a king and his guards were stationed around him. The look on his face when he saw me was priceless but then it was suddenly replaced with a mischievous smirk. “My, my, Jericho,” the bastard smirked and dropped the drink in his hand. He stood up and took a few steps towards me.