Novel & Cerita Henry Danger Live Dangerous

I suggest, “If you don’t mind having me around that is.” “I would love nothing more.” Henry beams, “though you should probably clear it with Dominic first.” I grimace, not caring for this idea. “Do you think he’d object?” “I think he’s got a new mate and a baby on the way – nothing makes an Alpha more overprotective.” Henry reasons. “But surely he wouldn’t think you’re a threat.” I protest. “Not me personally, but there may very well be other dangers out there.” Henry suggests, “in fact I’m surprised he let you come out without a guard today.”

Hearing what happened, Henry agreed to come to Bloom City to find out more about who the woman was that had ordered to kill me. Before we ended the call, Henry said, “I want you to keep a distance from Calvin Dubois. I don’t like him. He is dangerous” But, I did like Calvin. And that was the problem.

I quipped, and he gave me a look that told me he didn’t know whether I was being serious or not. I wasn’t going to tell him. Let it consume his mind, I doubt it would, but it was the only thing I could think of at the moment. “Why are you following me Hench?” I asked now more relaxed that the person following me wasn’t trying to kill me. He was one of Emerson’s men, he kept popping up, each time in different attire. An actor with the world as his stage. “Keeping you safe, miss,” he said it in a cockney accent which I wasn’t sure was real, “Besides can’t let a lady such as yourself walk home alone, anything could have happened,”

“You don’t get to play the victim, Uncle Henry. You left me. Just like he did.” Henry looked down, his shoulders slumping. “I know. And I’ll never forgive myself for that.” I placed a hand on Mandy’s knee, grounding her. “What about now?” I asked. “What can you tell us about Horizon Enterprises now? Are they still involved in the same activities?” Henry nodded slowly. “They’ve changed their face, but their core is the same. They’re still dangerous, still willing to do whatever it takes to protect their interests. If they’ve come after you, it’s because they see you as a threat.”

I sighed and pushed this thought away, focusing on my talk with my mate. “It’s not a good idea, it’s too dangerous,” Henry stated, running his fingers through my hair. I sighed in frustration. “Henry, I’m a Golden Dragon, not a damsel in distress. It will be dangerous for them, not for me. Fire!” I furrowed my brows at him and pointed towards myself.

She asked. Robin who had just gotten into the hotel room and put down his bag walked over to the window and leaned next to it. "Katherine, perhaps you actually wanted to see me dead, or don't you?" He asked with furrowed brows. "What do you mean?" She asked, now a bit relieved that he was okay, judging from the tone of his voice, it was more like the Robin she knew. "Katherine, you just put my life in danger when you asked me to look into that address, like who are they? Are they like some president or some great association?" He asked her, no matter what, he was feeling overly curious right now.

"Listen, I know damn well the risk I'm taking being out here with you. He'll come for me—but I don’t give a shit what he does. So to save our precious asses, you start picking out a meal. Or I’ll choose one for you. Either way—you are eating." His words hit like a warning. A sharp message I couldn’t afford to ignore. A cold silence settled over us. Heavy. Tense. Until finally, my croaked voice broke the stillness. "When you say he'll come for you… what do you mean?" He looked up from his plate. Our food had arrived. I hadn’t even touched mine. His voice was low. "When a man like Clyde Butch has you on his blacklist… you're better off dead." He paused, watching my face twist in irritation.

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.

Tick tock! Tick tock! Tick tock! The sound of the wall clock could be loudly heard in the dark room illuminated with neon lights. A man tied to a chair with his mouth taped, shivered in fear—he felt rather than heard the heavy footsteps of the man approaching, signifying danger. His teeth clattered, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach. Two men dressed in black with matching color of hats stood beside him, gun in their hands.

"After eight months of making you all see this my way, you still doubt it? I thought we were just coming here to finalize not–" “You move product through ports that attract heat," Mateo cut me off, pulling the cigar from between his lips. "We don’t need that kind of attention.” “You already have it,” I replied coolly. “You’re just pretending you don’t.” Daniel scoffed, his fingers tapping on the table with impatience. “You’re younger. Ambitious. You're no new person to us, Enricho. You're a dangerous man. Why should we bind ourselves to someone who might drag us into wars we didn’t start?”