Save Hank Or Sacrifice Hank Novels & Stories

"Yeah yeah. I know you don't have all day. You have somewhere really important to be. I'm glad to see you here, though. It shows you're deeply wounded, and it makes me ecstatic." "What do you want to leave my wife and me alone? Is it money? How much do you want? Is it something I can get you? What exactly is it? Name the price and get the fuck out of our lives," I proposed. Hank took a deep sigh, and he folded his arms. "You know what I want, Cameron. I want to fuck your wife. Simple. Give her to me for twelve hours, from six in the evening to six in the morning. We can make a contract if you want. I won't hurt her, and I won't go against the terms of the contract. Just give her to me, and I

I suggested. Hank smiled. “Smart choice because what he would get would be dead information.” I shrugged. “But I still need Don Black’s identity. If possible, we must eliminate each of his men until he can’t hide anymore.” “That is going to be a massacre. The kind of job I see Roger doing,” he joked, and I smiled a little. Roger was going to be my weapon, which was the reason I and Hank trained him that way, including keeping him away from his mother.

Hank’s voice was hoarse, and his tone was indignant as he asked, “Who are you?” “Kayson Yarde,” answered Kayson. Hank looked like he recalled something before he widened his eyes. “The Kayson Yarde who defeated Steelification Doyen?” Kayson nodded. It seemed like the lights went out on Hank as he muttered bitterly, “My defeat is justified then…” “Since you know me, how do you plan to resolve this?” asked Kayson. Hank replied, “My son is in the wrong for offending you, but his mistake doesn’t warrant a death sentence. Please, spare his life, Mr. Yarde. You can name any condition!”

Unfortunately, I no longer wanted any of them. Elaine lunged at me like a madwoman, but the prison guard held her back behind the bars. She screamed in disbelief, voice cracking, "No! There's no way! You gave Andy up? You actually gave him up? That's impossible!" I had only come today to tell her that what she treasured was what I had discarded. Like me, my husband, Callum Beaumont, was a core rocket program member. And unlike Andreas, he could stand shoulder to shoulder with me at the very top.

Year seven: “Fianna is a widow under the family’s protection. Her emotional state is unstable. Frost, as the future Donna, should show restraint and yield the position.” Future Donna. The words made me sick. I had worn that title like a crown—used it as a leash. Every denial had sounded reasonable. Logical. Necessary. Other people’s emergencies were always louder than hers. But now, standing in the wreckage of my office, staring at the proof of what I’d done with my own hands, a freezing numbness crawled up my spine. I hadn’t protected Frost. I had sacrificed her. Again.And again. A cautious knock sounded at the door.

"Clever girl. Fortunately for you, you are untouchable because you're invaluable, black widow. In fact, you are worth millions of dollars to me, even more after this stunt you have just pulled. You are a wild horse whose spirit your buyer will enjoy breaking, but I can't guarantee that your friends will get clemency for this act of defiance." "Then we won't surrender ourselves!" Sarah defiantly yelled. "Let us all go and we won't rat out this place to the cops!" "You seem to misunderstand your position, Sarah. This is not me trying to negotiate. I have the upper hand here, remember! I have got your friend as leverage here, and I will not hesitate to kill her, if you don't do as you are told

I spat out a mouthful of blood and winced as I turned my head toward the passenger seat. Upon seeing Keaton Rourke wedged between the airbag and the seat, I ground out, "You disabled the airbag, didn't you?" He looked at me like he wanted me dead. He ignored my question, raised an eyebrow, and smirked. "Hate to break it to you, but even with you bleeding out, Teresa will still come to me first." I hunched over in pain, clutching my stomach with both hands. My vision was blurring, and I could barely keep my eyes open, but I still had to defend Teresa Bellamy. "She is my wife. There is no way she would save you before me."

Hank said in disbelief. "I was careless," Patrick looked out the window and said calmly, Hank trembled, and his body stiffened. He thought, 'Alpha Patrick is determined that Alpha Alex is the one responsible.' "Alpha Patrick, please don't think like that. I'm sure there is something we don't know about. Please give me another month, and I promise to find out the truth!" Hank knelt on one knee, put his hand on his chest, and swore. He thought, 'My family is in debt to the Hammond family. If this report of mine can't help Miss Carter and brings conflict between Alpha Patrick and Alpha Alex, then I will be the sinner of the whole Black Thorn Pack.'

“And to repay them, you want my life?” My father’s expression hardened. “It’s a kidney, not a death sentence. Stop talking like this.” Beneath the blanket, my fingers curled into my palm. For most wolves, maybe not. For me, it was. Dr. Rowan had already told me my soul-wolf had reached its final collapse. If I stayed still, I might drag out another two days. If they took my kidney, I would not last the month. At most, I had forty-eight hours.

“You’ve already signed it. Right now, you’re broke and have nothing to your name. Don York’s soldati have also reclaimed the eight million dollars you transferred to that foreign bank account.” Milo’s legs gave out, and he fell to his knees while hugging Hank’s leg. “Hank, we’ve been friends for years! Spare me!” He cried so hard that his face was covered in tears and snot. “I was the one who sponsored you when you just became a gang leader two years ago. That’s how you grew to your current status! Hank, we’re friends; if you spare me, you can take it as you returning that favor. Please!”