Mal And Harry Novels & Stories

The men behind him murmured in agreement, their gazes fixed on me. Harlon continued, “We carry the weight of the merchant's fortunes on our backs. Without us, their wealth would dry up. Yet every time, we’re dismissed, made to wait, to beg for what we’re owed.” His voice hardened slightly. “We don’t seek more than what is fair.” “Merchant Arven refuses to pay,” Harlon continued. “The other merchants, too, are not even paying half the amount. Just enough to feed their families.” His jaw clenched. “They still refused.”

Although he was right by addressing the visit as unpleasant because he had never up till this moment, had a pleasant conversation with Harry. “I see your workouts have been quite productive.” Harry mocked “keep it up and you could be in the championships next year.” The two men burst into laughter and when they noticed it upset Octavio very much, they stopped. He hated being the object of ridicule. “What do you want?” he asked rudely. “I’m detective Jim” one of the men with Harry introduced himself “and my partner detective Mills.” “I can see that. You guys are not that difficult to identify” Octavio said casually “I asked what you guys wanted with me. Am I in any sort of trouble?”

His willy is still hanging out and this is not something I care to see. Harry has the nerve to whisper at me like we’re a team, “Get me out of here and there’s ten grand in it for you.” He takes another step in my direction. I have no idea why he thinks I can save either of us with a can of pepper spray. I give a half-eye to Caddy-thug-dudes. Thug One steps closer, his gun turns fully to Harry. “Moon wants Dandridge and one way or another, he’s ours.”

Frost asks. Crazy Harry shrugs, and his beard quivers with the motion. “Don’t rightly know. I’ve never seen it.” I thank Harry for his time, then we leave him sitting on the ground, smoking his joint while the ducks swim leisurely nearby. Malix falls into step beside me. “Are we seriously listening to the crazy guy?” “Yes, we’re listening to the crazy guy,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Not all crazy people are crazy. Sometimes, they just know things they’re not supposed to know and other humans don’t believe them. You’re a supernatural creature. You should know that.”

It reminded me to much of how Miller used to talk to me when I found out he was my mate. “I’m going to check on Mora and the baby and see if there’s any news on Cora.” Daniel interrupted us before heading back up in the direction of the pack house. “So how do you know Harry?” I repeated because I wanted to know, and it felt as if he were hiding something from me. Max shrugged his shoulders like it was not a big deal. “Me and Max have been friends for a long time. Isn’t that, right?” Harry slapped Max on the back and slung and arm around his shoulders while grinning my way.

I approach, trying not to laugh at Bellamy’s disturbed looking expression. “Hi Harry. Uhm, what’s going on here?” I ask. Even I can hear the amusement in my own voice. “It’s male bonding!” Harry declares. He says it seriously but I can see the mischief in his eyes. “You’re here for… male bonding?” I repeat doubtfully. Harry winks at me and nods.

Finally, he let out a deep sigh. “ Okay, I know you might have noticed he's been acting strangely, and I think it's time I explained what's going on." He said “Yeah, I've been really confused. Some hours ago, he was sweet and kind, and the now, he's... terrifying." I said “I understand why you'd find it confusing. The thing is, Harry has what's called dissociative identity disorder. He has two distinct personalities: one is gentle and caring, while the other is... darker." He finally said and my eyes widened

“Dean? Dean Arlow? Is that really you?” The two men stepped forward, grasping hands in a strong, respectful shake. “You’re still alive,” Harry said, voice tight with emotion. “As are you,” Dean replied, his tone heavy with happiness. Janette looked between them, eyebrows furrowing. “Wait… you know each other?” Mr. Harry turned to her, a smile flashing across his features. “Yes, of course. I was one of the original partners of the Blackwood Corporation.” Janette’s eyes widened.

I complimented. Her pink lips moistened with a shiny lipstick spread apart into a big smile. "But I'm not the one getting all the stares" I looked around and grasped the way some guys stared lustily at me. "Harry's gonna kill them all" Harley remarked with a wicked but playful glint in her blue eye then she turned. As Harley walked away, I glanced back at Harry. He was standing with Ryan and some other celebrities. He looked like a gentleman, and at the same time, he looked like someone that could kill if you stepped on his toes, but deep down I know he wouldn't hurt a fly intentionally.

MARC Marc might not be a regular but he does have feelings for Maria and it all comes to a test, when he finds out she's about to be deported. Will he go the extra mile just to be with his love? HARRY In book one, Harry found himself going to prison to serve some months based on the charge of assault and theft -something Jacqueline blamed on herself. Did i mention they were seeing each other? That is until he goes down and their relationship seems pretty undefined. But when big news come, it's left to how they'd both take it- ALBERT Albert remains Albert. The psychopatic murderer who tries so hard to cover up for everything he has done-