Henry Danger Trivia Novels & Stories

Troy began getting silverware and dishes out and I started to help him set the table. “Really,” he laughed, looking at my place settings. “Really what,” I asked, confused. He eyed the table and raised his eyebrow. Hmm! I was proud of my silverware arrangements! “We’re not just not that fancy, perfect place settings. They’re not going to know what to do with more than one fork,” he snickered. “What’s wrong with doing things properly,” I huffed, teasing him. “We ain’t proper folks,” Henry said, coming into the dining room and sitting.

I ask and he nods. "Positive." "And the gang? They'll know it's me when they see me. They don't need any proof." "They don't, but you can always get bodyguards when you think you might be in danger. God knows they won't risk their lives to kill you in front of witnesses. It's never that bad to risk one's own life." I gotta admit that he's right. They may want to revenge Greyson, but noone actually cared about him as much to kill me in front of a witness. He was an annoying motherfucker.

Stev hissed softly. Bella exhaled harshly. "I will not run away, Stev! I swear." Bella raised both hands. And Stev snorted, staring at Bella with a meaningful look. . . . #Hi all ... !!! Thank you very much for reading "Dangerous Man" I hope you like it and continue to follow this story until the end. don't forget to comment on this story. I love you all ♥ ️

“We can’t just leave it here. It could cause problems for us.” Henry let out a dismissive scoff, his confidence unshaken. “Look around me. There’s nobody here,” he retorted, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Also, that pile of crap isn’t going to cause any problems for us. H was a worthless scumbag with a long list of enemies. There’s no way they’ll trace it back to us.” Martin’s eyes widened in disbelief. He had underestimated Henry’s audacity and the lengths he was willing to go to achieve his goal, and deep down, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease about the consequences of their actions.

Zeke I always took pride in my Harley Davidson, it the one thing I owned legally. I had earned the money for it the right way, saved up until I was able to afford it. The one thing that had no ties to gangs, mafia, crime. With my job as a hit man I made pretty sweet deals, money was not a problem for me but I wanted something safe. No, I needed it, it was like a tether something keep me grounded. This was exactly why I took my bike out for a ride after every assignment as I liked to call them, hit job made me feel like a monster so I avoid the term as much as possible. I went out for rides to clear my head, to help ease the guilt of committing a murder.

This was something much more dangerous. But if it wasn't Henry... then who?

“Listen. It is good that I caught you here. I hear a big one is coming.” A brow is lifted in question. Henry always knew when a big wave was coming, the kind that fetched lots of money from the audience. I pretend to be half interested. But in reality I can hear the water roaring in my ears. I was already anticipating it. “How big?” He wets his lips and leaned in close. “A bomb.” I am so startled I almost fall off my seat. Henry seems pleased with my reaction. “how sure are you?” He pulls his chair closer to mine, I can smell the whisky on his breath, one of the reasons I don't want to work with him. He was nasty when he was drunk.

For a moment, a fleet of fear surged through Katherina's and her heart skipped a bit to the sudden outburst Henry had made. “You know Harrison, do you not?” Henry asked, his tone was clearly prone with a bit of anger. Katherina felt she had been entrapped by this sudden question about Harrison. The more time her mind kept reeling about this sudden change in Henry, the more she couldn't help but think she was in grave danger. Henry was not the cool headed type like Harrison and she knew crossing his path could send one to their grave. She hiccuped. “I…I…” she tried to say but her words came out in a jumble, not making any complete sense.

After a brief pause, Henry walked to the other end of the room, staring off at nothing. Adam had a pad where he scribbled down the answers and his observations. Henry suddenly walked towards them, asking, “How do I know you’re not a serial killer or a hired killer waiting to kill my son?” The man hesitated, not sure what to say. “Your time is up," Henry announced in a flat tone.

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