Trevor Henderson Pictures Novels & Stories

she snapped, before turning and rushing away. Trevor watched her go, that same faint smirk still resting on his lips. A faint flash click From the side. A Hidden camera was watching and Capturing them. The same cameraman from the concert. Click. Another shot taken. Trevor’s eyes shifted slightly, He had noticed. Of course he had. If they thought he was unaware— They were mistaken. Pathetic. With one last glance, he turned and walked inside, his thoughts already moving ahead. ********* The Devil’s Club — Inner Chamber

Bianca I wasn’t expecting to open the door and see a whole damn fantasy standing there. Trevor. Still shirtless, just like in the picture. Paint smudged across his chest and arms, drying unevenly like he got in a fight with an art studio. His jeans hung low on his hips, revealing that V-line he so proudly advertised. He didn’t say anything. Just leaned against the doorframe, all casual confidence, like this was totally normal. I still had Avery in my ear.

After retrieving the cameras from Trevor, we were going to be on our way back to the pack. Trevor was waiting for us in his office by the time we got there. There was a large sealed carton on his desk with images of CCTV cameras on it. He shook hands with Grayson and pulled me into a side hug in greeting. I pretended not to notice the dark look that flashed across Grayson's face. We were going to have to talk about him keeping his expression in check whenever I was around other men. Unless we wanted to get caught. I smiled at Trevor, barely listening to a word he said.

DIANA: You have two tangos ahead Trevor: I see them Trevor sneaks to one of the targets while he waits for the defenders to start their volley of fire. He then executes the nearest target while fully hidden, two shots to the chest. He quickly approaches the downed enemy. He notices the enemy is still alive but incapacitated and trying to reach for his secondary. Trevor immediately pistol whips the target in the head, grabs the targets sidearm and finishes him off. He takes both pistols and holsters them then grabs the assault rifle the target was carrying. He also grabs a few magazines for the rifle.

My team is good and I’m sure that they will get some more information soon. As I swipe the picture again, my eyes widen. The same shocked person from the initial photos is now dragging away one of the other guys. Are they friends? As I zoom the picture in, I ask, “Who is the reporter that got these?” With a bit of pride woven through his words, Trevor chimes, “Shane Downs.” Shane Downs. Which one is he?

Her slender fingers tried to cover her face but his hand held them in place. Trevor remembered that day vividly. He had a clash with his father and had called Phoebe, even when it wasn't their meeting day. He needed someone and like always, she came running, leaving her sick father to be with him. After a thorough lovemaking, he'd felt something in his chest. Then, he’d brushed it off to be just his hormones but now it made sense. He loved her. As Trevor stared at the picture, a series of emotions gushed through him. Even with her eyes closed, he could see the joy that radiated from her face. How her chest rose, her slightly knitted brows, her parted lips.

He gripped his chest as his heart ached. Sitting on her bed, Trevor stared at the ceiling. Then his eyes flickered to the wall, which was clustered with his pictures and hers. A sad smile graced his face as he remembered how most of the pictures were taken. He wondered if he'd ever survived even though a nagging voice at the back of his mind said he would; he doubted it. . . As Trevor stepped into the pub, with everything he had learnt today and what had happened, he believed having a few drinks would calm him down.

And he had to believe that he could trust her when she said the same thing. Trent pulled up one of the pictures he’d stolen from Bree and looked at it. It was one where he could see Monica and Hank kissing but nothing lower than their necks, thank God. But there was something off about the picture, something that made him feel unsettled that had nothing to do with the fact that his best friend was kissing his fiancée.

He took out his phone, clicked open a photo, and handed it to Trevor. Trevor's eyes gleamed with excitement. His hand trembled slightly as he accepted the phone that was handed to him. On the phone's screen, there was a chubby little fellow holding a car toy and smiling foolishly, revealing two little canine teeth. His adorableness could not be described in words.

But I just knew he would not have caused a scene as big as what he had done. With shaky hands, I picked the phone and tried to view the pictures again. Tears rolled down my both cheeks on their free will, and my heart squeezed as I saw how battered Trevor looked. He was almost unrecognizable by now, and most times his head was hung low in the pictures. I was still scrolling through the pictures when I saw a video. There was blood everywhere as well. Was I sure I wanted to watch this? I asked myself in uncertainty as my fingers hovered above the screen.