CHAPTER 25
HECTOR
Hector stared at his phone, his vision going red for a sec.
They had his wife. Some motherfucker had put his hands on Mary, and was now demanding money. While he was preventing Kristoff from committing murder, some sick—soon to be dead—f**k had taken Mary.
He had an hour to find a hundred thousand dollars. On a Friday night, when banks were closed.
“f*****g s**t!” He kicked a chair, breaking it.
Kristoff looked up and put his hammer down. A hammer that had just smashed every bone in the hand of the guy who had touched Katya. Hector felt like jamming the hammer in his own head. He should have never left Mary out of his sight.
He had to get out of here. He had to get to her.
“Who was that on the phone?” Kristoff asked.
Hector rounded on him. “A motherfucker with a
