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She's mine now - Expendables - Part 1 - Hector x Reader

So, this is a special request for alexi8 😄 and I have decided to make it a two part imagine. I know Hector isn't an Expendable, and is in fact a bad guy, but not only do I love me a baddie (and Scott Adkins just happens to be gorgeous), I also relish a challenge. This will probably be a little saucier than what I normally write, and even though we all know how Hector finds his end in the movie, I have promised to give the imagine a positive ending. I hope you all enjoy 😊

Hector couldn't help but stare at the unconscious woman that was slumped in the helicopter across from him.

Jean had used her and the young man she was with, to get the case that contained the coordinates to the abandoned Soviet plutonium mine from their team; but whereas they had killed the man, the head of the Sangs had decided to use the woman, taking her with them as a hostage, Jean liking the idea of not only killing one of the team, but also being able to continue to torture the others, by taking the female that seemed of importance to all the men present.

"Beautiful, isn't she?" Jean asked quietly, shaking Hector from his thoughts.

"I couldn't bring myself to kill her. I am sure that the decision will come back to haunt me; but to waste such beauty would be the ultimate crime." Jean said, taking her chin in palm of his hand, her comatose head dropping to the side as he brushed his thumb over her parted lips.

"What do you think those lips could do, Hector? Just imagine what joy that mouth could bring. The Englishman seemed to be particularly fond of our new acquaintance, maybe he knows her better than most." Jean chuckled, as Hector turned to look at the Albanian countryside that flew past below them.

He hadn't liked the one that they had called Christmas from the moment he had laid eyes on him, the arrogant man daring to throw the case at his feet, the insult almost more than Hector could take; but it was the way that he had spoken to the woman that had somehow strangely annoyed him more than anything.

Hector, Jean, and the Sangs had come across her and the young man when they had been searching for the downed plane that carried the case; but unlike the man, she had stayed unusually quiet, seeming to take in every last detail and piece of information that was going on around her as if making a mental note for later use, remaining quiet even when the Sangs took it in turn to try and extract information from her and her comrade, Jean ordering the others not to hit her pretty face.

The only time when her silence had left her was when she had seen the rest of her team come into view, her haunting scream in warning to the men, something that Hector was sure he would never forget. But when the Englishman in particular tried to assure her that she would be alright, Hector couldn't help but feel a sense of anger so strong that it felt as though he was burning up from the inside.

Hector had caught her watching him as the others punched the man she had called Billy, her breathtaking eyes not filled with disgust and hatred as he would have expected, but more intrigue, as if she was studying him just as much as she was everything else that was going on around her, her eyes only moving from his when the Sangs had thrown the young man into her arms.

"Billy. Look at me." Hector had heard her say, as she held the man up, examining the cuts that now littered his face.

"The other's will be here soon; Barney won't let anything happen to us. Please, just be careful, I don't know what they will do if you say something they don't like. I know you don't believe me, but sometimes discretion is the better part of valour." She had told him, as the young man straightened himself.

"I'm not scared of these assholes, (Y/n)." The man had declared, glaring at Jean and Hector as he spat out the words.

"I know you're not scared, Billy; I'm asking you to think smart, that's all. I know about many of these groups, they demand respect above anything else, it's one of the most important things to them. All I'm asking is that you hold your tongue." She had beseeched, her plea falling on deaf ears.

Hector couldn't help but smile as he had cut the sniper, the smug look on his face seeming to drive the other team to do something they may regret; but it was when Jean had dragged the woman from her knees by her hair, that the big man they called Barney had stepped in, finally agreeing to hand over the small case in return for the lives of the two, Hector growling at the Englishman has he finally handed him the small case.

"Its ok sweetheart, I won't let anything happen to you, I promise." The man had assured, Hector noticing how she had tried to get away from Jean's grip to get to the man.

"She's mine now." Hector hissed quietly, only loud enough so that Christmas could hear.

"By the end of the night she will be screaming out my name." Hector chuckled, trying to goad the man into a fight, as they both looked at the woman that had now been knocked into unconsciousness by the butt of one of the Sangs guns, a large man throwing her over his shoulders, as Jean's kick thrust the knife into the sniper's chest.

"I think that I should give her to you." Jean said matter of factly, bringing Hector back from his memories of the earlier interaction, his eyes darting from the world outside to his boss that was giving him a wry smile.

"I saw how you were watching her; I saw the look on your face when the Englishman got close. So, consider her my gift to you. You can have a little fun, then do with her as you wish." Jean told Hector, pushing the seemingly lifeless body of the woman into Hector's arms.

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(Y/n) woke slowly, her head throbbing from where the butt of the gun had made contact with her skull. Tentatively she opened her eyes, praying that when she did, she would see the faces of Billy and the rest of the Expendables looking down on her; but instead she found herself on a bed in a small room, her hands bound and secured to the headboard above her.

Nervously she looked around, trying to work out where she could possibly be. The last thing she remembered was one of the Sang, that she had heard the leader call Hector, being face to face with Christmas, the ex-SAS man doing his best to not be antagonised by the terrorist. Then, without warning, everything had gone black, and she had a strange feeling that given her current predicament, that the exchange had not gone quite as planned.

Pulling against her restraints, (Y/n) wriggled as best she could, hoping beyond hope that the extra gun that Barney and Christmas always insisted that she carry, was still strapped to the small of her back; but as she moved, it became annoyingly obvious that someone had searched her thoroughly.

With a sigh (Y/n) dropped herself flat back onto the bed, the skin around her wrists beginning to chafe against the rope that bound her. Suddenly she heard the sound of keys jangle in the lock of the door, (Y/n) wondering whether to pretend that she was still unconscious, or whether to face whoever would be walking through the door; but as the door swung open, she was left no choice other than to see who held her captive, her eyes growing wide as she saw the face of the man.