Hector Dagworth Granger Novels & Stories

But still, she stepped back. Hector turned his attention back to Don Gray. His fingers tightened around the burning wood. “I know,” he murmured, almost to himself, “that this is still mercy.” He exhaled, shaking his head. “But the sight of you makes me sick. And I don’t want to spend another day seeing your face. I just hope… this will finally be enough. Enough to feel like I’ve given my parents the justice they deserve.” Don Gray lifted his chin, his lips curling in a sneer.

Dalton recalled that Henley had said Thorne and Vesta would also be attending. "Alright, once your grandpa finishes up, shoot me a text, will you?" he added as he got to his feet. "Sure thing," Kelvin said. Dalton and Kelvin left first after that. Granger and Moran showed there just as they got outside. The families of Hawkins and Spencer went to welcome them right away. Granger and Henley shook hands. Moran surveyed the area. "Where are Vesta and Thorne?" Haven't they—" She saw Charlene before she could finish.

Hector never leaves my heart; he's always causing me small aches that brings a lot of sadness in me. I opened the TV for noise in my room and walked to the terrace of my room and sat down, I watched the visible stars in the sky as the cold breeze hit. I was listening to the TV while closing my eyes and I heard this. “Director Christian Evans is back in service after new Director Hector Evans stepped down as the director yesterday, Director C. Evans has named Davidson Hudges as assistant director in charge of the New York Field Office. He most recently served as the special agent in charge of the Philadelphia Field Office.” n-no.

"Hector died a long time ago. Hector was a doctor who worked for the Facility. I own a workshop now, and I have a family." Alfred added. "You have a family now?" Simon was already weaving plans on his head. The Facility needs to know about this. "Yes. But, don't worry, you will not live to tell the Facility." He said casually. "You think killing me will solve anything!? The Facility will come after you!" A small cold smile played on Hector's lips then. "They will never know. Just like they never knew anything in the past eighteen years." The smile vanished and a deadly look replaced it, "I will kill you to keep my family safe. I will do anything to keep my daughters safe."

I look down to see him tieing a silver chain around my wrist and I struggle, to have his grip tighten on me. As he whispers lowly. "That's the scent which was there when my entire family was brutally murdered in front of my eyes." "That's the scent which I have been searching for last 5 years of my life for vengeance." "That's the scent of Daniel Black." . . . "The leader of Hunters" My mind froze and I go still. The pain on my wrist, forgotten. Tugging on the silver chains, he makes my numb form to hit his chest. He breathes heavily near my ear to only whispers in a voice as cold as ice.

“He’s doubting. He’s scared. But he’s still mine.” Hector snorted. “He’s a liability.” “He’s a wallet,” I corrected. “A very large one.” Hector’s eyes narrowed. “Then get access to it. All of it. Once your name is on those accounts, we don’t need him anymore.” I nodded. “I know.” “And don’t let him think he’s slipping,” Hector added. “If he starts realizing he’s not important, he’ll run. Or worse he’ll go crawling back to his family.”

I knew who he was. He was Hector Morgado, Lucius Sagan's right hand.

After the sellout, Marcus Grayman disappeared and nobody knew where he was, until now. “You know you mean a lot to me,” Hector continued telling Hunter. “And nothing would make me prouder to see you settle that debt for me.” Hunter nodded, feeling evoked. Hearing Hector talk about him like that only made him feel more encouraged to continue being the perfect mobster. Hector was like a father figure to Hunter.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

But David immediately went to him and gave Rego to the hunters. “We have to find Donovan. He was hurt and he was just around the corner. We have to find him, Master. Please take care of Rego and Master Hunter. They were hurt.” David uttered maddeningly – and the moment, Hector nodded his head, he instantly shifted into his wolf form and followed Phil’s tracks. Hector looked at her. She felt like she was saved. But Rego and Hunter’s lives were still in danger. “We have to find Uncle Bob or Doc Fridger. They… They were poisoned.” She informed him – causing his brows to furrow.