Romans & histoires Henry Danger: The Trouble With Frittles

Liliane sat down in the spot next to me, pretending to open a magazine while her voice drifted to my ear. "Just left," I lowered my voice. "We don't have much time, so I'll make this quick. "Henry is extremely dangerous. In the real world, he's the prime suspect in three brutal murder cases with exceptional counter-surveillance skills. He hid in this game to enjoy the thrill of the hunt. He's already won six consecutive rounds, and his net worth is conservatively estimated at over five billion." I fell silent for a few seconds. "What do you want me to do?"

“I made a mistake. I was hurt and I said things I shouldn’t have said.” “You tried to sell my daughter,” He repeated in the same level voice. “No!” I exclaimed. “I didn’t try to sell her… I was just… I didn’t know what else to do. Dacre Silver is dangerous. I was scared.” Henry turned his gaze downward. “Drink,” I said softly. “Just a drink. Let it quiet your mind.” He looked at me and the tea before sighing and taking it. I watched him with a little excitement as he drank.

"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?”

Hunter added, crumpling up the paper napkin he’d just wiped his mouth with and tucking it into the takeout container. When they’d tried three different routes without success and came to yet another standstill on the last one, Hunter unbuckled his seatbelt and swiveled to face her. He looked down at her feet. “Can you walk a while in those heels?” “Sure.” She set her container on the seat beside her and undid her own seatbelt, assailed by nervousness. In light of the possible threat against her, walking around out there in broad daylight even with a bodyguard didn’t thrill her. Especially in shoes that would leave blisters after a few blocks.

And maybe, just maybe, I could try to believe it too. I leaned back against the headboard, staring at the ceiling for a second before looking at her again. “How did you end up with them?” Brigitte raised a brow. “Them?” “Thomas and Marco….” I hesitated before adding, “and all this dangerous stuff.” Brigitte let out a short laugh. “Bet you never thought you’d be in a situation like this, huh?” I hesitated, then nodded. “I just wonder … how did a woman like you get involved in all this?”

Henry said and picked up the newspaper he was reading on the table, where he sat down. Daniella and Howdy had gone to their separate room for them to continue the play of card games while Jake and Henry were alone at the time being to discuss the current matters at hand. "So, how has your day been going?" Jake inquired curiously as he swigged a bottle of wine, till it was remaining little. "Well, it's been going good, I am just not happy about the case of Rosemary, I mean, no one knows about the danger, she is in right now, I just can't help to wonder why she was so keen on making the wrong decisions," Henry said.

My pride was telling me not to abide him, but my goddamn legs moved as what he told! I didn't lose my bad temper with him until I finally got close. My chest throbbed as he stared at me intently. Sitting on the motor, our vision leveled. I saw dark flames in his eyes, the one that would haunt you forever if you try to go against it. I will almost fall backwards. "You're not going to get yourself drunk tonight, Audrey," he said in a lower tone but still sound threatening. He put his black helmet on his lap, and he himself wore a white helmet on me. I pursed my lips tightly, scared to make any stupid reaction. His gaze lingered on my face for a moment.

I sound so unhinged and off the edge, causing Henry to double down on his laughter as he slaps his thigh repeatedly, unable to control himself. I frown at the man in front of me with utter anger. This boy is a lunatic. I never should've taken him under my wing. Now he's planning to take my wife for himself. His fucking dare he? "You're quite comedic," Henry comments, finally regaining his composure after a minute or two. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" My pitch increases by a milestone, only that this time, Henry doesn't so much as flinch at the words.

My chest tightened. She looked at Henry again. His breathing had grown thinner now, more uneven than before. “He’s slipping again,” she said quietly. “And this time… I don’t think we can get him back.” Her voice dropped lower. “Let’s end this. It’s too dangerous.” The words landed heavily. I looked at Henry, but my thoughts were still tangled up. At first I had thought I understood what I was dealing with. The distortion had looked widespread, but simple enough in principle. Something buried deep, yes—but still something I could dismantle if I worked carefully enough.

Not only was the Great House big but it had a party with loud music and chattering swallowing every scream of help Tay was struggling to send through. “You son of a bitch, leave me alone, don't you dare touch me” Tay crawled onto the bed trying to get away from the watering eyes of Henry. He looked nothing like the Henry he knew, he was suddenly too dangerous for his comfort. “Kerl would have your head if as much as the tip of your dick touched me” Tay warned but all his words fell on deaf ears. Henry had these emissions in his eyes he just couldn't make out.