Hop X Victor Novels & Stories

Xavier said, taking a seat at the back of the room. I sat down, staring at the sleek black laptop in front of me. "This is a limited-edition X5000," Victor said. "Custom-built for our... particular needs." 64GB RAM, 2TB SSD, high-end graphics card. He didn't need to tell me, I knew my stuff. This thing was a monster. Then Victor said : "We’re breaching the Marono family’s cyber security." "Who are they?" I asked."They’re... people." He didn’t want to say more. I didn’t push it.

Victor waved him off. “That dart was specially made,” Victor said, crouching beside me. “Fast-acting paralytic. Meant for your precious queen. I wanted her docile when I put her in the ground. But this… this is better. You taking the hit for her? It's almost poetic.” My hands twitched uselessly. My fingers refused to grip the floor. My legs went cold, then numb. My mouth struggled to form a word. Victor leaned close, voice like poison. “Don’t worry, brother. She’s not dying for nothing. You see… I already got what I needed.”

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

Victor left immediately when trouble arose in Breeze City and even shifted the blame to Stephen. Victor smiled and said, “I heard you were back, so I came to see you. After all, we used to work together.” “Well, now you’ve seen me.” Stephen did not want to entertain him. “You’re so cold,” Victor said with a laugh. “I even brought you a gift.” “What?” Stephen looked around but did not see anything else. Swoosh. Victor took out two tickets from his pocket. “These are concert tickets,” said Victor. “I heard you like this singer, so I got you two VIP tickets. You can even shake hands and get his autograph in the end.”

Victor pointed the silver lighter at Damien’s fingers, which were still flat against the gray primer paint of the desk frame, unmoving and steady as the iron rail of the stairs. "He didn't come to *The Veil* to find your mother’s letters, Elias," Victor said, his voice dropping into that low, dangerous register that had always meant the lecture was over and the punishment had begun. "He came because his own company was five weeks away from an insolvency filing on the rail permits. He needed the Hawthorne credit line to backstop his infrastructure patents before the European consortium pulled their capital. He used you as a shield to get into the mediation room, and now he’s using your mother

The call came at midnight. Jaxon had been pacing the penthouse, shirt half-buttoned, whiskey sweating in his hand. Raven watched him from the sofa, knowing better than to speak when his silence carried an edge that sharp. The phone buzzed once on the glass table, and everything in him went still. “Talk,” he said. The voice on the other end was strangled with static and pain. “Boss… it’s Victor. We’re hit.” The line cut. Jaxon didn’t hesitate. “Keys.” His eyes sliced toward Raven. “Stay here.”

But with him looking at her like that, Quinn couldn't bring herself to resist. Still, the dynamic changed entirely when Xavier interacted with Victor. One drink after another, Xavier drank with ease. The table full of alcohol was quickly emptied by the two of them. Victor had always prided himself on his drinking capacity, but today he'd met his match. However, there was no way he would admit defeat—never in a million years. Xavier ordered two more bottles of fine liquor and filled all the glasses to the brim. For a moment, Victor was at a loss for words. Admit defeat? Not a chance.

"Missed me?" Alex smiled at Harrison, who had just spoken, and casually rolled his eyes before sitting down. Victor came in after him. "I didn't miss you," Alex replied to Harrison, who grinned, looking remarkably like his sister. "But I did miss you, Harrison," Victor said before pulling out a cigarette from his pocket and passing it to Harrison. "Is this Callisto?" "Yes, a one-of-a-kind cigarette." "Wow, I’ve tried to get it but couldn’t." Harrison then turned toward Alex with a look of betrayal. "How come he got me something, and you got me nothing?"

She stopped at the counter which was in the very center of the building. A man with a balding scalp and a trim beard appeared from somewhere underneath the counter, startling Natasha a little. "Hello! What can Mac's do for ya, today?" the man began in a spirited tone, inferring his name which was pinned in large bold letters outside the store's entrance. Natasha handed over the Life Cell. "Oh, a refill I see!" The store owner said, taking the Life Cell from Natasha and giving it a look, confirming it was nearly drained of power.

Victor got into the driver's seat and sped out of the company. "Victor," Hailey called halfway to her home. Victor ignored her and concentrated on driving. "Victor… Victor… Victor!" Hailey shouted in a high-pitched voice. Victor felt his eardrums nearly burst. He immediately marched the brakes. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Hailey?" Victor yelled. "I kept calling but you never answered," Hailey said in a low and alluring voice, captivating and making Victor turn around to look at her.