The Imposter Bride (Natalia and Magnus) novel Chapter 408

Hector watched with a bloodthirsty smirk as the desperate outlaws slowly closed in around him. What were these fools thinking? Without another word to Jackson, he strode away.

The sounds of unsheathing knives filled the air from all directions.

Hector’s eyes darkened as he heard footsteps and the whoosh of a knife slicing through the air behind him. With a swift dodge and turn, he faced a dozen men charging at him with knives drawn.

Closing his eyes for a brief moment, he reopened them with ferocity, lashing out with a kick that sent his would-be assailant flying through the air before crashing down onto the sand.

The others swarmed him, but Hector, with his bare hands, knocked them down one by one. Their knives did not even graze a hair on his body.

Jackson's hands trembled as he shouted, "Take him down! A hefty reward for the man who does!"

The thugs on the ground picked themselves up and lunged at Hector again, knives poised to strike. Any last shred of mercy in Hector was extinguished. His eyes blazed with murderous intent. He squatted, picked up a knife, and as the men closed in, he swung it with his eyes shut.

The man before him was cleaved in two.

Wielding the bloody knife, it took Hector less than ten minutes to finish them all. With dark eyes shimmering with the lust for destruction, he walked towards Jackson step by step.

"I would have spared you, but you insisted on courting death!"

Jackson stepped back. "What do you want? Hector, don't be rash. You've killed all my men! Do you intend to kill me too?"

Holding the bloodied knife, Hector advanced. "I didn't want to kill them; you sent them to their deaths!"

At that moment, Helen burst out, screaming at the top of her lungs, "John, you're insane! Don't kill my daddy; we saved your life! You can't kill us!"

Hector paused at her plea, letting go of the knife, which clattered to the ground. After one last look at Helen, he turned and walked away.

Helen picked up the knife and lunged at Hector's back, but without turning, he kicked the knife from her grasp. Staring at her with a predatory gaze, he said, "I thought you were the voice I knew, but you're not. I'll spare your lives in exchange for the one you saved. Cross me again, and you die."

Like a demon of the dark, he gave Helen one last look and disappeared into the night.

As Hector's figure receded into the distance, Jackson and his daughter clung to each other, shaken.

Hector left the island littered with corpses, his future uncertain. He drove a yacht from the island, aimlessly drifting at sea, stopping at ports to rest, seeking something to soothe his soul. But after days at sea, he found no place he belonged.