CHAPTER 8
HECTOR
Today was Doomsday; the day that Mary would choose a husband. It was that disconcerting thought that woke Hector up before the crack of dawn. He’d been punching a bag ever since. Almost an hour in, the sweat was pouring off his body, but he still felt like punching through a wall.
Close to six, the first guys trickled in. Some went straight to their lockers, changing clothes to work out. Others just came in early to coordinate their new assignments.
When he saw Achilles walk in, followed by Walker and Cortez, he couldn’t be happier. He left the punching bag and jumped into the boxing ring.
“Who wants to go a round?”
Suddenly, everybody made themselves scarce. Jess shook her head as she walked past him with a huge coffee mug.
“Cortez, wanna go a round?”
The guy shoo
