Novel & Cerita Henry Danger Saturday Night Lies

The owner and president of Titanium Security didn’t believe in pussy footing around, which was just as well because Hunter didn’t either. In the reflection of the sliding glass door, Hunter could see his travel bag hanging near the back door. Inside it was his freshly pressed black suit. “Yeah,” he lied, glancing down at the pad of paper on the coffee table and all the scratched out lines that filled the first half of the page. “So, what do you need?” “You.” That was the last thing he wanted to hear right now. Hunter closed his eyes briefly and fought back a weary sigh, not even bothering to pretend he misunderstood. “Why?”

Henry watched the exchange quietly from the backseat where he sat with Liam. Noah brought down the roof of his convertible as they drove to the beach, playing loud music and singing at the top of their voices. Well, mostly Noah and Samantha. Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to the beach and Sam had to go look for where to change into her beachwear. “Hey bud.” Noah greeted Henry as he walked up to him. “Hey man!” Henry was nervous. Noah smiled slightly as they both watched Sam bounce away. “Pretty girl right?” Henry swallowed.

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.

The fear had teeth, and it was awake now. A sound froze him mid-step,a hiss, sharp and deliberate, carried through the iron grates that sealed the dungeon below. “The Luna thinks she can silence me… but truth has teeth,” the voice spat, venom lacing each word. Henry’s stomach twisted. He knew that tone. He knew that voice. Heart hammering, he ran down the hall, feet barely touching the floor. He burst into Jayden’s room, shaking him awake. “He’s planning something!” Henry whispered, voice quivering. “That mean man Jonathan… he’s… he’s saying things… plotting!”

A door creaked open slowly, and a figure emerged—hands raised, no weapon in sight. “Don’t shoot! I have a message for you!” the young man called out, his voice shaky but urgent. Luca raised an eyebrow and took a cautious step forward. Elena kept her gun aimed, unwavering. “Who sent you?” Luca demanded. “This isn’t a trap,” the man said quickly. “My name is Damien. I work for Ryan… or rather, I used to. I want to betray him. I know where he’ll be tonight. I know what he plans to do.”

“The city isn’t safe at night.” Elena opened her mouth to respond, but Scarlett was already walking away — dark coat flowing, confidence in every step. Elena stood there, heart pounding, watching until Scarlett’s car disappeared into the night. Only then did she whisper to herself, “What are you doing to me?” --- Back in her mansion, Scarlett poured herself a glass of whiskey and stared out the window at the city lights. Her phone buzzed with a message from one of her men. > We followed her home. No trouble.

"Tell the court what you saw." Henry swallowed. "I was walking home from work. I took a shortcut through the alley behind the old warehouse. That’s when I heard gunshots. I…I saw a group of men… they were wearing black jackets with tiger tattoos on their arms. Two men were on the ground, one of them was already still." "And did you see who shot them?" Henry nodded slowly. "One of the men—he had a scar on his left cheek. He was the one who shot the second man while he was already injured."

The damn apartment is small as it is. “You just got back home? Yesterday after what happened and the almost murder of that man you left with Killian. Your phone was closed, and you weren’t home and I got worried. But to top it all you spent the night there as well? I was so fucking worried while you were having fun all night?!” My friend shrieked, and I frowned at the name that the fuck is kill…..oh so that is his name. I don’t think he is British though, he has this weird accent, is his Scottish maybe?!

“I’m not standing here alone with any of them though, am I?” Clearing his throat, still dense with lust, he sighed. “If I tell you, I put you in danger.” Zoe rolled her eyes. “Oh please, as if that isn’t the oldest line in the criminal’s handbook.” “It’s the truth.” “So, you just expect me to believe that I’m not in a dangerous situation right now?!”

The moment they left Henry laughed. "We'll have to be here until sunrise, the punishers can't stand day light their usual errand time is night time." Henry said. "Some might still be lurking around. Don't step outside or else they'll drag you out." He warned, none of them had had a chance to sleep so they rounded up in a circle, and backed each other, and rested on each other until they fell asleep.