It Henry Bowers Novels & Stories

he said with understanding. She gave him a little smile. “What happened this this Henry . . . what’s his last name?” “Bontrager. Henry Bontrager. When I was able, I went to the police station to see him. We talked. He apologized and said he would cut off his hands himself before he’d touch me like that again. I told him I know it was the drugs, but I was still leaving him. I had told him that once he got help and beat his drug problem God would bring us together again. I dropped the charges so he could get himself some help. That was a little over three years ago. I haven’t heard from him or seen him since.”

"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.

“Basically the same shit. He hits hard and fast, leaves little trace. Nasty sonofabitch.” I flip through a couple pages. A nasty sonofabitch who’s been in business for damn near three decades, if Henry’s right about the connection. Someone like that isn’t going to topple after a few lost warehouses. He knows how to pick up the pieces. “I wish I had an undercover.” Henry thumps his fist on the table, spilling more coffee. “They all got pulled after we rescued Eleni. Burnt.” I stare at the file. A guy like this needs to be taken down from the inside. Henry, for all his stupidity and tactlessness, is right.

****** ◈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!"