Hop X Victor Novels & Stories

“What possessed him to keep any of this in the first place? This all should have been ashes years ago.” Xavier grimaced, “Leverage, that’s why. If Victor’s going down, he won’t go alone, and that’s fine by me. I’m dying to know who this M.B. motherfucker is. Victor may have called the hit, but he pulled the trigger, and I want him to pay for it.”

And hopefully, a check up at his hometown can perhaps help him to recover faster because happiness is part of healthiness right? Victor finally reached his home and quickly stripped himself, leaving him with an underwear on only. He lived by himself so no worries are needed. He took a bottle of Jack Daniel’s. Not his favorite, but it was the only one he could found when he wanted to buy some. Brought the bottle to his room with his phone on his hand, looking for a contact on his phone, each by each, he say on his bed there, comfortably. Finally the contact he was looking for was shown on the screen. Tommy Hillston. He then clicked the contact and chose to send a message to the contact chosen

He needed to face him, even if only through a call. The moment Alex answered, Victor didn’t give him the chance to speak. "Mr. Harris! You made an impressive move this time," he hissed in a low and sharp tone. A short silence pervaded between them. Then Alex's deep chuckle filled the line. "I’m glad you appreciated my efforts," Alex responded shortly, dripping with sarcasm. Victor laughed bitterly, pacing the room like a man with nowhere to go. “You think exposing one facility is enough to bring me down? You underestimate me Mr. Harris, if you're thinking this is my only chance."

"He rebuilt it on his back." I stared at the photograph. "Explain." "Victor has been in a relationship with Henri Delacroix for almost seven years. Not a business partnership, a personal one. Delacroix funded Victor's comeback. Gave him access to capital, to connections, to the kinds of deals that don't appear on any public record and somehow knew about the shares you were going to sell. That was how Victor bought it." I blinked in confusion. "Delacroix is married. How are they gay when one has an active marriage while the other has a dissolved one?"

I asked, picking it up. “Only if you want to go blind and stop breathing.” Mateo stood up, his frame vibrating with repressed shift-energy. “It’s a chemical knock-out, Alex. A lethal dose of that synthetic shit Dr. Castillo cooked up. Victor had it hidden in his suite. Stashed like a damn assassin.” I dropped the bottle as if it were on fire. "Are you saying VX is a plant?"

“The only way I heal is by seeing this through.” I looked away, my jaw tightening. She was right, and I hated it. Before I could respond, Harrison reappeared, his expression tense. “We’ve got a problem.” “What is it?” I asked, my body already coiled with readiness. “One of our guys spotted Victor in the city.” “Victor?” Lexi’s voice wavered slightly. “The cleanup artist,” Harrison explained, his tone grim. “If he’s here, it means Catherine’s moving faster than we expected.”

"Business can wait ten minutes." Victor’s breath hitched slightly at the casual use of his first name. He stepped over to the decanter tray, pouring the dark burgundy wine into the two heavy crystal glasses. His hands were steady, but inside his veins, a fever was burning. He handed a glass to Dax. As Dax reached out to take the crystal, his long fingers deliberately brushed against Victor’s knuckles. The contact was brief—a fraction of a second—but a jolt of pure electrical heat shot up Victor’s arm.

Pulling down the front of his suit jacket with such a small but sharp motion, the material made a snapping sound. He offered the beautiful woman in front of him his hand. “Alexander Volkov.” he announced. Victoria shook her head as she reached for his outstretched fingers. Vic squeezed his hand and offered a bright smile just before Alexander grunted in discomfort and almost yanked his hand backwards. As Victoria opened her mouth to apologize for crushing his hand, two large silent intimidating freight trains for men came rushing her way. Victoria took a half step back and started to squat defensively when Alexander lazily waved his hand in front of them. “No need gentlemen.” he smiled. Vic

Victor said. "Yes, I'll go too, maybe to a bar. I want to see when Liam realises that what he sees is not a forest or a lake." Alex said with a smile. "Hahaha! You're absolutely right! Don't let your hypnosis fail just because he remembers this forest." After laughing, Victor left Alex. He jumped from one tree to another and then disappeared. Meanwhile, Alex walked to his car where Liam was sitting, waiting for Alex's arrival as Alex had instructed.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, wondering what news he has for me today. Definitely something huge. My lips stretch into a slow side smile. “ Being it on…what do you have for me, Josh?” I could hear an excited giggle from the other end. Must really be huge news. “Sir, Victor will be traveling to China in two days, for a huge project with XCM Motors. This particular deal is worth millions, which can bring him back to his feet for a while,” he paused, and I knew exactly what was coming next. “ Sir, if you need to sign this deal before him and he won't know what hit him”