Hector Rendon Novels & Stories

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

“What if I made a mistake?” Her expression softened perfectly, beautifully like she’d practiced it in a mirror. “You didn’t,” she said. “You chose us. And we chose you.” Hector’s phone buzzed. He checked it, eyebrows lifting. “Well,” he said, smirking. “Looks like the Italians aren’t as invincible as they think.” Isolde stood, moving to his side. “What is it?” “Matteo Ricci,” Hector said. “He’s alive. Barely. Still in Texas.”

Audrie opens the back door as I carry Isla's exhausted body to the back seat, where I lay her down. Growls pull our attention to the field aside from the road. Grabbing a pair of shorts from the back, I jog off in their direction; I come across Tate's smashed-up white Ford Raptor. Gazing in the driver's window, Oh fuck, Tate's face down on the steering wheel, a chunk of metal jutting out of his back. I pry open the door, he still has a pulse, and there's no way I'm pulling that out until a doctor says. I pull his limp body out and carry him back to my car. He's a heavy mother fucker.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

I don't think I could ever forgive myself if something were to happen to him. “We will find him, Lucas. He is our Beta and the best fighter in this pack, I know nothing would have happened to him.” Mateo said, but I shook my head. It's been a year since she left him, and he hasn't still recovered from that rejection, and I don't think he would ever completely come out of it.

Now Hector doesn’t have to spend his days where people could stare at the burn scars. “Hector!” I reach out and shake his hand before he swallows me in a hug. “Elder Randall, Hector Sanchez is one of our veterans who has acclimated back to pack life. His younger brother Marco is currently deployed. Hector, Elder Randall.” “Ah, pleasure to meet you, Sir.” Hector formally salutes Randall. His rich accent reminds me of Marco. “Th-thank you for your service.” Randall gawks at Hector’s scarred face. I stand back and suppress a smile when Hector’s warm demeanor changes by Randall’s reaction.

“Hector.” Tessa helped her set the plates on the table before they fell from her trembling hands. “Mr. Johnson’s first name?” She froze, looking terrified. “I do not know his last name, but in Mexico, in Emilo’s compound, he was called Hector. And he was greatly feared and fiercely loyal to my brother-in-law. He is not a man you want to cross.” Trees scowled and rose to take Laila in his grasp. “Did he hurt you?”

He drags a hand down his face and lets out a long tired breath before he begins. “Hector runs a huge organization. He pîmps girls, sells drûgs, órgans, and all the bad things you can think of. When Paul and I first went to Arizona, we met him there. Paul reconnected with his cousin and complained to Hector how we were finding it difficult. “Hector said he had a job for Paul. Something to give him extra cash. All Paul needed to do was transport some items. Paul didn't know what it was until he reached the delivery point and found out it was drûgs.

It came in so naturally to him which was bothersome because it meant I was easily affected. Me: Get your mind out of the gutters Berny. Hector: C’mon. At least minimum should be around 7. Or 8, u no. Me: And who the hell is gonna be popping all those babies? Hector: U of coz. I laughed out loud again. The goofy smile on my face couldn’t be removed. And I believed no one could spoil my mood this time around. Hector was a special kind of breed. The kind that wouldn’t mind doing something dangerous because it gave him that thrill, that rush of adrenalin and freedom and also because he could heal fast. I could feel it emanating from him. I just wanted him to show me that side of him. This was th

The Lead Delta stared down at his stomach shakily, and then slowly his chin tilted upwards until he locked eyes with Hector, whose expression seemed to grow bleaker with each passing moment as what he had done registered. Then, without warning he coughed, and a fine spray of blood poured across my mate before Carlos’s knees gave out. As he sagged against Hector, an almost reverent hush fell over the entire field, and supporting him slowly, my mate lowered him to the ground until the two of them sat on the grassy plains.