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She's mine now - Part 2 - Expendables - Hector x Reader

So, this is the second part to the request for alexi8 😄 Now as promised, I will ensure that there is a happy ending to this imagine, but first a little rain must fall, and there will be a little angst before the good stuff 😈 but until the sauciness, I hope you all enjoy this.

He seemed to be bigger now than he had looked in the field. His muscular form appearing to fill the entire frame of the door, as he was lit from behind. Slowly he moved further into the room, (Y/n) doing her best to shield her eyes as he flicked on a light switch. The bulb above her head beginning to hum happily, as it gave off an amazing amount of light for such a little thing.

"Ya awake then?" The man asked gruffly, as he locked the door to the room behind him, placing a plate of food on the table next to the bed before looking (Y/n) up and down.

It was strange, it wasn't that Hector hadn't seen his fair share of beautiful women before, and indeed, he had enjoyed the attentions of many of them; but there was something different about this particular woman, and whatever that difference was, Hector couldn't help but find himself attracted to it.

Normally, Hector would just take what he wanted, after all Jean had given her to him. He wasn't one for sentiment, not one for believing in something as ludicrous as love at first sight, or even love for that matter; but as (Y/n) continued to watch him, her beautiful eyes appearing to be noting his every movement, his every gesture and word. Hector couldn't help but feel something that he had never felt before, and this new sensation was intriguing him.

"Ya name's (Y/n), right?" Hector enquired as he came to sit on the bed by (Y/n)'s side. (Y/n) moving away as far as she could, her back pressing up against the cold brick wall behind her.

"And you are Hector." (Y/n) replied, her eyes growing wide as the man next to her pulled out a large knife.

"Keep still. Do ya want me to cut ya." Hector growled, as he reached up, using the knife to cut the thick bindings that secured (Y/n) to the bed.

To say (Y/n) was shocked by Hector's strangely caring attitude towards her, would be an understatement. From what she had seen when he and the other men had held her and Billy, when he had come face to face with Christmas, he certainly didn't seem like the type that had another side to his nature other than the violent, psychotic thug that she had experienced. But as he gently took her hands, and carefully began to massage the red marks around her wrists, she was beginning to wonder if she could be wrong, or if indeed this was some ploy to get information out of her about the team.

"Ya shouldn't have struggled. They look sore." Hector said quietly, as he raised (Y/n)'s wrist, and delicately kissed the swollen red marks.

(Y/n) couldn't help but take a sharp intake of breath at the unexpected tender gesture. She knew that she should pull away, that she should hit him, try and fight her way out; but there was something about him, that despite who, and what he was, she found that she didn't want to leave.

(Y/n) would freely admit that this Hector was handsome, even with the snarl that seemed to be permanently on his lips, there was something about him that was making her heart pound violently in her chest, his gentle touch doing wonderfully terrible things to her insides.

She had watched his every movement while she and Billy had been held captive, telling herself that this was her job, to collect and interpret all the information that she could glean; but deep down (Y/n) knew that was a lie. She had been watching Hector because there was something about him, something that she couldn't explain, something that not only intrigued her, but also scared her.

"Where am I? What happened to Billy, and the rest of my team?" (Y/n) asked, moving backwards nervously, as Hector's demeanour suddenly seemed to change for the worse.

"Ya don't need to concern yourself with where you are. And I don't know what happened to the other men; but the boy is dead." Hector replied almost matter of factly, (Y/n) shaking her head in disbelief as she tried to comprehend what she had just been told.

Of all of them, why did it have to be Billy. He had everything to live for, a girl he loved, and a bright future ahead of him. He had often told (Y/n) about Sophia, about how he had met the beautiful French girl, and how he planned to marry her now that he had some money; but all that was over, and despite the fact that she already had a terrible feeling that she knew the awful answer, she had to ask.

"How........how did Billy die? Which one of you killed him?" (Y/n) asked, doing her best to try and conceal the quiver in her voice.

"Does it matter?" Hector scoffed, finding himself falling to the floor as the first one of (Y/n)'s punches landed on the side of his head, her body pinning his to the floor as best she could, as more punches rained down on him.

"TELL ME WHO DID IT! WHICH ONE OF YOU SICK BASTARDS KILLED THE KID?" (Y/n) bellowed, as she continued to punch and kick at Hector, before springing to her feet and running for the door.

"I held the knife and Jean kicked it straight through his heart. Is that what you wanted to hear? Is that what you wanted to know?" Hector growled, as he pushed (Y/n) up against the door, his hand tightening around her throat as she continued to struggle.

"And do you want me to tell you what will happen to you if you manage to step foot outside this room? You'll be begging for death by the time they've finished with you. Whether you like it or not, you are safer with me, than out there." Hector growled, as he finally let (Y/n) go, her legs giving way as she fell unceremoniously to the floor.

"Barney is going to make sure that your boss pays for killing Billy. And Christmas......... well Christmas is going to make you regret taking me." (Y/n) hissed, venom evident in every word as she glared up at Hector.

"Your boyfriend can't do anything to me, and you are mine now, so you can forget all about him coming to the rescue. No one is going to find you." Hector growled, as he dragged (Y/n) from the floor, forcing her onto the bed.

"GET OUT!" (Y/n) scream, picking up the plate of food, and throwing it at Hector. The big man dodging the plate as he unlocked the door, slamming and locking it behind him, as he left (Y/n) to her awful realisation.