Hector Salazar

Trouble. It seems to follow you everywhere. You don’t go looking for really, it just happens to find you. Or you stumble upon it in a night club while trying to find the bathroom. It was all innocent. One moment you’re looking for the restrooms, having had maybe a few too many drinks, and the next thing you know, you’re witnessing the exchange of money for something you probably shouldn’t have seen. You try to back away slowly, unseen, but end up bumping smack into some huge guy who looks like he could break someone in half. He leads you back through the employee only area and into an isolated office with no windows. Where you wait. And wait. Just as you consider making a run for it, a man walks in the room. His aura hits you before you even see him. The power, the danger, the strength. You know without doubt this man can make grown men drop to their knees. And he’s staring right at you.