Lenny The Shark Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lenny’s face was bruised; he looked like he’d been in a brawl, but his eyes were still full of defiance. Edgar sighed. Lenny had been a protégé of the original Shadow Kingpin. Despite his arrogance, he was brilliant. Hudson had always spared the rod, preferring verbal discipline. But Lenny had finally crossed the line. Hudson’s Enforcers had already given the boy a "lesson" on the way in. Lenny wasn't broken, but he was shaking. Hudson stood over him, his face a mask of cold fury that made the boy’s wolf whimper. Lenny finally burst into tears of frustration.

Brayden saw that his subordinate, Arnold Dawson, had sent him many messages. He tapped on the chat and glanced at it, and his hand that was bringing the cup to his lips froze. Then, he tapped on the voice messages that Arnold had sent. "Mr. Green, I met Lenny at the hospital. Look what I managed to capture on my camera while I was talking to him! Lenny left us to be a bodyguard for some woman. I don't know if his girlfriend knows about it or not."

The room swelled with the sound of polite warfare: compliments wielded like blades, laughter that arrived with receipts. Lenny appeared last. He was not a man who liked to be announced, but rooms announced him anyway. He wore midnight blue, a small rebellion against the black he loved. A gold ring flashed at his knuckle; a thin cigar waited unlit between fingers that had learned to broadcast power without squeezing. His gaze found Sasha where it always did—in the first second he cared about anything besides himself—and softened briefly. “You look like your mother,” he said, which in this house meant you are the most dangerous person here and I love you for it.