Holes Hector Zeroni Novels & Stories

all the men opposite us called out as a huge chunk of a man stepped out from their midst. It was the first time I was seeing the man known as alpha Hector. He was huge with black glossy hair under the sun. “Is that alpha Hector?” I asked Dennis as the man stopped in front of his crew, staring at us from that distance. “That is him. The unforgiving alpha of Night howler,” Dennis said as his claws drew out from his hands. “He came himself to quell us,” I said, seeing the amount of trouble we had on her hands. Damian held my hand, squeezing it lightly. “He takes us lightly and wants to use us as target practice. Let us show him no weakness.”

“It doesn’t matter.” “I don’t concern myself with human affairs,” Enzo drawled. Ryker shifted his weight uneasily, opening and closing his mouth without saying anything. Before he could speak, Enzo cut him off. “I’ve been tricked. I don’t know if you’re at fault, Ryker, or if this is all the work of your Omega.” He glowered at me, a muscle ticking in his temple. I forced myself to hold his gaze, unwilling to break before him so easily. If I wanted to prove that I could be any sort of a match for him, then I couldn’t fold at this. I couldn’t.

He was the smallest of the 25, in size, barely 5'3", no military past, just a record of ghosting every foster system he’d been placed into. Raised by no one, loyal to nothing. That’s what got Antonioni’s attention. But Zino was also a coding wizard. Got Antonioni's attention there too. Milo dropped a hard drive on the table. "Your target is a courier. a Lorenzo’s man. He has a molar implant, titanium cap, right lower second molar. Inside it? Data. Maps. Codes. List of defectors." Zino’s brows twitched, just once.

Carved out her heart as her breath slipped away. "Tiffany! Ah!" Hector jolted up, screaming. The nightmare was so real, he couldn't stop shaking. Sunlight cut through the window. His hand, raised to his face, felt ice cold. Then the phone rang. It was Dave. "Mr. Coxon, we've located Ms. Talwyn and Javier Ortega." "Where?" "Zafaria. Kenura." "Book me a flight. I'm going now!" Hector was hit with a rush of shock and joy so intense his legs buckled—he dropped trying to get out of bed.

Torque punched in the numbers and rested on the edge of the desk. “Hatchett, it’s Torque. You got a sec? I got a plate I need you to run… yeah… L07E17…” Torque smiled as my ears strained to hear Hatchett. “Excellent. Thanks, man.” Torque hung up as his attention shifted between me and Ciara. “Hatchett got a ping on the plates, and you’re never going to believe who they belong to.” “Shiro Kenji,” Ciara answered as she pointed to the screen where she had run the plates through.

Hector shrugged. “Everything has been fine apart from the difficulty I faced at the beginning because of the language barrier. However, after being there for a long time, I made friends, and things improved over time.” She smiled. “That sounds great. By the way, what’s your friend’s name? You should invite him to Zlokova someday in the future. I’ll have to treat him to a meal for you.” “His name is Eric. By the way, his father used to be a shareholder of Luxella. I wonder if you’d know the father?”

We are ready. " Go get ready. " Luc orders making them wave. Luc walks to Heitor and I follow him. " Heitor, I want you to track a tracker. " He says as soon as he gets close to Hector. " Of course, my lord. That will be easy. " He approaches the computer. " The numbers? " 055889933014853. " Says and Hector putting the numbers. I never understood this hacking thing. my strong point is fighting, shooting and killing.

“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.”

The screens in the vault suddenly changed again. A single message appeared across every monitor. HELLO MARCUS. Marcus’s smile disappeared. “You shouldn’t have come back.” Another message appeared. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE EITHER. Sebastian watched the exchange carefully. “You know him.” Marcus didn’t answer. Instead he stepped closer to the console. “Show yourself.” For a moment nothing happened. Then a camera feed opened on one of the screens. Dark room. Rows of computers. And someone sitting in the chair. The mysterious hacker known as Zero.

Meanwhile, Hector Zaborowski went to the Eagle Clan with a group of bodyguards. “Haha! What a surprise, Master Zaborowski! What is such an honorable man like you doing here at Eagle Clan?” Lee Neuman smiled indifferently as he looked at Hector. “Haha! Master Neuman, can’t I pay you a casual visit in my free time?” Hector smiled hypocritically, and his smile seemed so calm. Lee inwardly smirked. Although he did not know what happened to Green Sky Hall last night, he knew that Hector was here to work with the Eagle Clan to get rid of Fane.