Chapter: Chapter 10: RevelationAn awkward drive later, Hector led Georgina into his vast home. “What did you say you do again?” Georgina asked. She was curious. Someone like Hector would have come across her radar once or twice considering the amount of money he had. “Look who's asking personal questions,” Hector smiled as he wrapped his hands around her waist. The more he touched Georgina, the more he felt Christen was frowning down at him. He was dishonoring her memory. “Do you live alone?” Georgina wrapped her manicured nails around his waist. "Yes, the life of a bachelor,” Hector smiled. Tonight was perfect. He was sure Cassie wasn't coming to the house tonight because she was out of the country for a meeting. “Must be very lonely,” she leaned in. She looked at his lips. “Yea,” he drawled. Hector's stomach burned and he felt his tongue go sour when Georgina pressed her lips against his. He closed his eyes and tried hard to think about anything else than how awful she tasted like what she had been drinki
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Chapter: Chapter 9: A dreaded dinnerHector had grown to like the burning feeling of whiskey as it slid down his throat. He enjoyed it. On some days when he was feeling more brazen, he took shots of Vodka. But tonight? He wanted to be alert so he was currently cradling a glass of Coke and rum. He was at the bar again, waiting for Mrs Georgina. He flicked his wrist and stared at his new golden wristwatch: 8:46pm — she was forty-six minutes late. He took the last sip of his drink, paid the barman and turned to leave. A hand caressed his chest. “Impatient, are we?” Georgina whispered in his ears. From this distance, Hector could scent the heavy perfume she wore. “Well, I'm not used to being stood up,” Hector replied as he sat down. His eyes scurried around the bar: it was almost empty save for the lonely man who had been drinking since he got here and the arguing couple a few feet from him. “Sulking isn't a good look on you,” Georgina snapped her fingers at the barman who brought a bottle glazed with matte black. “I h
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Chapter: Chapter 8: A statement against the DevilsThe streets looked less busy tonight and it looked even more beautiful. His eyes licked up every detail as he drove past a familiar building. No matter how many times he saw it, he couldn't get over how mesmerizing it looked. “That's weird, I've never seen that before,” Hector said to himself. The familiar surroundings slowly bled into places he hadn't seen. Hector scampered through the backseat and peeped through the other window, he was right, they had entered a place he didn't know. “Where are we going?” Hector asked the driver he had employed a few days ago. The driver remained silent. “I'm talking to you,” Hector leaned forward and tapped the driver's shoulder. The driver slammed on the brakes and Hector's face smashed into the leather seats. The backdoor suddenly opened and a group of four men — two on each side of the door — squished Hector in. A grunt of agony filled the car as Hector's elbow connected with one of their faces. The others held him down and landed blows to h
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Chapter: Chapter 7: Evil plan against the DevilsHe watched the way her slender hips swayed each time she swung her golf club. He noticed that it was a bit too short for her and concluded that she wouldn't be able to get any ball in the hole. After five minutes of watching her, she didn't prove him wrong. The file on her husband had informed him that she was in her early fifties, but she didn't look a day over 29 years. The skirt hugged her taut frame perfectly and each swing caused her skirt to move dangerously revealing more than enough to entice interested men. Every time she managed to hit the golf ball squarely, she would bounce excitedly and her chest would wobble. But Hector wasn't one of those men who was interested in seeing what was underneath the branded clothes, he had a purpose. He grimaced as she bent again to take a swing. It would be miss after miss, he was sure of that. He smiled at the barman who looked more interested in watching her. He pulled out a few notes from his new wallet and shoved them into his whi
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Chapter: Chapter 6: A ghost's threatHector lowered the gun and put his hands up to show that he wasn't a threat. "Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my father's house??" Cassie demanded. "I'm a friend of your father, Cassie," Hector said. "How do you know my name?" Cassie questioned. "Like I said, I'm a friend of your father's," Hector stuck to his defense. "He's dead, you're a little too late for a reunion," Cassie responded. She was truly Henry's daughter, she had his smart mouth and wicked sense of humor. "I'll explain everything to you in the morning, you need to get some rest," Hector glanced at her once more before he attempted to walk out. "Don't tell me what I need!" Cassie whipped her hair at him and walked out first. *** Hector had fallen asleep somewhere between 4 am and 4:30 am. He was not ready to attend to the chiming doorbell at 7:30 am. He groaned into the pillow and tried to smother himself. "It's Josh. Wake up," Henry called from the corner of the room. Hector groaned again befor
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Chapter: Chapter 5: A life changing plan"Where is this place?" Hector asked as he moved toward the large window. The room was larger than an average-sized room, it could fit about five king-sized beds and there would be space left for twenty people to march around. "It is…was my house," the strange man said. "It's beautiful," Hector took in the sight as he stood by the window. He was staring at the nightlife wherever he was. The city seemed to never sleep, various buildings had their lights on. It made the scenery look like a vast sky with small flashy stars. "Yeah, I could stare at that window all night," the man sighed, dismayed. Hector looked at his faint reflection at the window, he couldn't see the strange man's reflection. "I don't even know what your name is," Hector continued to stare at the window even though he couldn't see him. "Henry Alvarez," the strange man, now Henry, said. "¿Como estas?" Hector said. Henry snorted. "Not everyone named Alvarez speaks Spanish, you bigot." Hector chuckled and looked a
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