Henry Danger Mitch Bilsky Novels & Stories

After mulling it over in his mind, he said in his commanding tone, "Be careful. Keep your eyes and ears open. Maybe you are being followed by the people of Senator. You have to be more careful. Stop looking for Neil Green as off now." Henry August frowned deeply and stared at him, completely stunned. A shiver ran down his spine, and his hands started shaking. The fear could be seen on his face. He knew how powerful and dangerous senator Michael Harrison was, but he never feared him before. But he was terrified and anxious at the same time after hearing Daniel Brooke’s words. He nodded and said, "I'll remember." He handed over the pen drive to Daniel Brooke. "Then I'll take my leave." "Hmm."

I screamed in fear . I could see the shocked look on his face " I saved you from danger ,and is this how to thank your saviour? If I wanted to have your blood ,I would have done so the moment I met you lying on the floor unconscious where some wild pack might find you and kill you instead " he held my wrist tight which made me feel pain. " You're hurting me "I winced. Our eyes met ,and again I felt that same connection I had felt earlier" yeah right , everyone thinks we're evil , but we're not "he said in a very low tone which I hardly heard.

I quickly equipped myself with a submachine gun rig, anticipating a potential drive-by. I grabbed the key of the car, drove out, and soon found myself on the road. I called to determine Daisy's current location. Sam's POV "This is worse than I thought," Daisy murmured. "This is bad," Danger said grimly. "We've got helicopters on our tail now. This just got a lot tougher." "We need to call in backup from the boss," Danger added, his tone urgent. "But…," I trailed off, hesitant. "He's aware of this mission," Danger interjected, his expression resolute. He dialed the boss's number and put me on the call.

His eyes darted to the sky, thinking that his ears were playing tricks on him but he couldn't mistake the sound helicopters make or could he? His eyes widened when they landed on the helicopter flying above. And his fears only increased when it slowly descended in front of the Santini mansion. He used him arm to cover his face from the blowing air. “Fucking corps.” Ivan said, gritting his teeth. “Who called them?” He asked in anger. Well, things have fallen apart again. Sinclair's brother had finally managed to bring unwanted attention to the prestigious Santini family but it wouldn't have been possible without the interference of their livelong enemy – the Bianchis.

Ofcourse, he might not be in that life anymore but surely that life would always be a part of him. His gaze was as intense as ever, and it took everything in me to keep my composure. “It can get dangerous.” He said. Danger? my new language. I wasn’t afraid of danger—not this kind of danger, anyway. “I don’t mind danger, sir,” I replied, my voice steady. “No, you don’t understand.” His tone was almost a growl, “Silas Burke is a ruthless man, and if he really has something to hide, he will go to any lengths to hide it. This won’t be fun and games.”

"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?”

Coffee-colored waves draped over his bloodied, inked arm. Booker and Danielle limped inside the house before him, Danielle holding the door wide to allow him entry without having to tear his gaze away from Zoe’s pained eyes. Stannis remained strapped to the chair in the kitchen, his body now slumped over limply. A twitch of anger surged through Jon, the possibility of the motherfucker being dead irritating him. He wanted to be the one to watch the life drain from his beady fucking eyes. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, he stared around at the men scattered throughout the rundown living room. Booker hunched over, resting his weary frame against the arm of an old, floral armchair.