Nelson "blackie" Hernandez Novels & Stories

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

He ordered as he reached for Nelson but the latter at once run for his life, darting towards Herbert who was about to wear his pants. “HELP ME HERBERT! HE’S GONNA KILL ME!” Nelson pleaded, as he hid behind Herbert’s large physique. Herbert is the second tallest member of their team. He has long hair which is styled as a bun behind his head and dark brown eyes matching his hair and his eyebrows. He also has a growing short scruff on his chin. His overall appearance makes him look way beyond his age, yet slightly unapproachable. In contrast to his appearance, he is rather gentle.

He paused for a minute then sighed. “Dillion was going through the files we brought from Mendoza’s compound and found out who his dealer is.” I waited for him to tell me. “Well, who the fuck is it?” He took a deep breath. “It is Joseph King, the leader of the Suicide Kings.” I inhaled deeply and then let it out slowly. The Suicide Kings were the only gang in New York that was bigger than ours. Joseph King was a badass and I realized that I may have just made a deal with the devil.