Romans & histoires It Henry Bowers

"I know that the person who kidnapped me was Henry. He was a hoody in North Harbor District. If we find him, we may know who the employer is." "Henry..."Jenny thought for a while and said, "Why am I familiar with this name?" Suddenly, she whispered: "Ah, I remember, this person is dead." Jean was surprised: "Dead?" "The night before yesterday, it was reported on the news that not only him, but also all his subordinates died. The report said that the cause of death was a fight with another faction. As a result, all people died. Dozens of lives were lost overnight."

The image flashed through my mind before I could stop it—Henry lying motionless in a pool of his own blood, unable to hurt another woman, unable to touch another person, unable to force his twisted beliefs onto anyone ever again. The thought was vicious. Violent. And for a second, I didn't hate it nearly as much as I should have. "God, you are so fucked in the head," Jax said with a chuckle, staring at him in complete disbelief. "I simply refuse to let the expectations of modern society dictate how I live," Henry replied, smoothing a hand down the front of his expensive suit. He actually looked proud of himself. "I am continuing the legacy of our ancestors." "Then you're following the wrong

Henry opened the door, facing the callers. “Good afternoon,” said the man. “I’m Detective Mark Forney and she’s the detective Doris Ventura of the NYPD. It was not easy to find the address of your daughter’s house, mister ... Barnes?” Henry hesitated for a few seconds. Then he nodded. “Yes, I’m Henry Barnes. What can I help you, detectives?” Mark looked into the living room. “Can we come in?” Henry let them pass. They stood in the middle of the room. The elders watched them intently. Henry sat down again.

Cole was deeply wounded by Henry's vicious attack. Although he had survived, he would be wheelchair-bound for the rest of his life. Meanwhile, Felicity only suffered minor scrapes. But she had a miscarriage due to the immense stress she experienced. On top of that, she had also been jostled around during the incident. As for Henry, he was arrested on the spot for first-degree assault. However, the case wasn't over just yet. I had submitted a thick stack of evidence to the authorities that proved that Henry had committed tax evasion. He was also prosecuted for fraud and embezzlement of the charity's funds. As a result, he would be spending many years behind bars for his crimes.

Once the guests were gone, Henry turned grim. "What on earth is going on? Robin, find the person who changed Summer's birthday video at once. I don't care what the mastermind's goal is. I'll make whoever it is pay for ruining my precious Summer's 18th birthday party!" "Yes, Mr. Hartford Senior!" Robin Cohen, a hulking man with a fearsome expression, replied. Henry had brought Robin back from a human trafficking ring over two decades ago. Apparently, Robin had been trained since childhood to be an assassin, but Henry took him in as a godson.

"Guards, seize Henry!" Then, he barked at Henry, "How dare you fake the evidence, Henry! You're smearing my and Zoe's good name! I was going to let it slide, but you just had to poke the hornet's nest! When will you stop acting like a bastard?" That shifted everyone's attention. This circle was no stranger to praising the strong and bullying the weak. The Brooks had power, while the Silhouettes had gone into decline a long time ago. Henry was fighting alone, and it didn't help that these people didn't like him. Now that they had Tim rallying them, everyone started mocking Henry and calling him a bastard with a whore of a mother.

"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."

****** ◈SILVIO KANE'S EMPIRE◈ Two men dragged Henry through a dim hallway and hurled him into a cold concrete cell. He hit the ground hard, air rushing from his lungs. The bars clanged shut behind him, locked with a heavy padlock before the men walked away. Henry lifted his gaze and saw the same boy who had lured him away during the Halloween event. The boy stood quietly at the entrance, his face soft and angelic, so gentle that anyone would believe he could do no harm. His beauty was almost disarming, yet Henry sensed a threat beneath the innocence.

The room fell completely silent. Alpha Victor. My father. He had been murdered twelve years ago. His case had never been solved. Henry swallowed. “He was listed as a person of interest.” My chest tightened. “What was his name?” Henry closed his eyes, trying to remember. Then opened them. “Adrian Cross.” The name hung in the room like smoke. None of us noticed Liam standing quietly at the end of the hallway watching the paused image on the television. He pointed at the screen. “I know him.”

"Mr. Garrison!" Henry put the chair down and said while panting. "Don't try to stop me, Mr. Mayor. I have to beat this little punk to death for all the trouble he caused to Mr. Woods." Jate merely watched the little show Henry Garrison on all this while, but hearing the latter's words made him laugh out loud. Everyone inside the private room turned to him, not understanding why he was laughing. Jate's lips curled up into a faint smile as he gazed at Henry Garrison and the others. "That's not how you beat someone up!"