Henry Danger In A Suit Novels & Stories

His usually meticulous suit was rumpled, and his tie hung loose around his neck. “I didn’t expect you to actually come,” he said without looking up. Juliette slid into the seat across from him. “Why did you leave, Henry?” He sighed, finally meeting her eyes. “Because it stopped being about business. This….this war. It’s becoming something else. Something dangerous”. “It’s always been dangerous,” she replied. “You knew that. Damon trusted you. I trusted you as well”. Henry ran a hand down his face. “Juliette, they got to me. They found out about my sister’s debt, she borrowed money from a shell company tied to Celeste, without knowing. And now they’re threatening her kids”.

A wine-colored single-breasted suit. “You like this?” “Yup.” Henry resounded. “Good. I’m changing it.” Alaric informed, and Henry grunted. The sixth try-out was a peak-lapel deep gray suit with a crisp white shirt, a grey tie, and a small white handkerchief. He didn't need more to tell him it was perfect. “I will take this.” Henry felt a wash of relief the second his boss said that. Luckily, the payment was processed in minutes, and they headed to the hotel room where Alaric would be changing. Henry caught his hands tremble from time to time. The nervousness and worrisomeness on his face.

If I didn't know better I would say he was really more dangerous than Fernando. A picture frame hanging on the wall caught my attention. It was a picture of Quinn Enrico in a blue suit. I couldn't help but admit over again how he was stunning. Although he was smiling, there was no recognizable emotion there. In fact he appeared to me as a monster. In front of him sat a lady in a fine matching blue gown. She looked very calm but wasn't smiling. Her straight black hair swept to one side was spread over her shoulder. She was so beautiful and but I got to notice something at that moment. I hadn't seen her before but it was obvious how she had a striking resemblance to me that even I noticed it.

Then she stepped out of the darkness. Scarlett walked from between the crates as if she had been waiting for him all along. She wore a tailored dark suit that cut against the dock’s decay the way a knife cuts through paper. Her posture was nothing if not composed; she did not hurry. Her two men were already there, formed from shadow: Dante and Rico, faces unreadable, rifles slung casually across their chests. The sight of them, the quiet certainty of their presence, made the yard feel smaller.

And by noon, I was standing in front of the cafè. I stepped inside, and the sweet blend of cappuccino and roasted beans filled the air, mixed with the low hum of the espresso machine. And then I saw him. Liam. Leaning against a booth, a cup of coffee in one hand. He was completely different now, definitely not the same diner boy I remembered. He was wearing a three-piece suit, quite unusual for a coffee date. His hair was shorter now, perfectly edged, with tattoos running up his neck. And those blue eyes… God, those eyes still carried the same warmth I remembered.

Since I was the only one with a vampire gene, I would instantly be the killer. "Take caution! We are close to where the few guards are. If you keep running like this, we will be noticed!" My wolf warned in fright, but the urge to get back into the packhouse was so strong, and the adrenaline rushing through my veins wouldn't allow me to slow down even a little bit. "Selene, you are endangering our....." Her voice choked in her throat as we both caught sight of the bodyguards who were guarding the emergency path. We were scared that they would sense our movement and get hold of us, but what we saw was shocking.

Was he scared of Ray, yeah but that excited him about Ray the most. His eyes darted to the smoky-eyed Ray lying lazily on the couch with his shirt buttoned down. “Travel to Ridge Stream and use this card” he ordered. pointing a platinum black and gold debit card at Henry. Henry nodded, his stomach twisting. Going out was the problem, the last time he went out, he noticed odd overly masculine figures trailing him in the shadows. Going out was a risk he wasn't sure he wanted to take on. He froze, his lips opened to speak but words failed to form.

There he was—leaning against a pillar near the far wall. Rook. He dressed in a dark suit , hair slicked back and arms crossed. His gaze stared at nothing in particular but his jaw was tight. Like he was trying not to look at me but failing miserably. "Because that guy's ass over there would be gone along with his scholarship." Henry said quietly. I froze, my throat closing up. I didn't think anyone else knew. I had been careful enough to take the fall and kept my mouth shut. Henry turned his gaze back to meet mine. A small smile spread across his lips, "Of course I know." He said, like he'd read my mind. "Trust me, I know a lot of things."

Not with her heart pounding like a broken clock and rain-soaked shoes squishing with every step. But she saw him. He was sitting at a table in the back, his back against the wall — a man who never left anything to chance. His dark gray shirt looked custom-made, worn with effortless elegance. His hands were bare, except for a heavy watch and a lion-engraved ring. He was handsome. Dangerously handsome. And he was watching her. — “Do you always walk into places where you’re not welcome?” he asked, not sarcastically — just with a cold curiosity.

Thinking like that, he decided not to turn on the light, but went straight into the house. A blast of cold air passed through Henry's body, making him feel dangerous. This is the house where he and Vivian have lived together for nearly a lifetime, does it contain any danger? Henry involuntarily rubbed his hands together, a feeling that began to overflow again until he hit something in the dark that made it make a sound.