Silco X Viktor Novels & Stories

I saw Viktor stumble once more, his arrogance fading as he realized his empire was crumbling. “Finish it, Ronan!” I yelled, watching as he raised his blade for the final strike. Viktor’s face twisted in fury, and he tried to lunge at Ronan, but it was too late. With a swift, decisive motion, Ronan plunged his blade into Viktor’s chest. The world seemed to freeze as the sound of Viktor’s final breath filled the silence that followed. He dropped to his knees, a cruel smile still etched on his face as he crumbled to the ground.

Chapter 168 The tip of Viktor’s combat knife was a cold, silver promise against the pulse in my neck. One twitch, one flicker of the wrong emotion, and the "Rai Kirov" project would end in a spray of real blood on obsidian floors. "I’ll ask you one more time," Viktor whispered, the blade nicking my skin. "Who are you?"

Chapter 64: Syndicate Revenge VIKTOR’S POV I stood in the center of the room, my boots planted on cracked concrete, my phone clutched in my hand, the screen still glowing with Lucian’s message—a grainy photo of Rico and Alvarez’s severed heads impaled on rebar, their lifeless eyes staring into oblivion. Below it, his words burned into my skull: Touch my butterfly again, and your head’s next.

"Victor thought I was getting too ambitious. So I faked my death. I went deep underground. I built a network. And I waited." "You're Il Pecatore." "I am the consequence," Silas corrected. "I am what happens when you build a house on lies. Victor stole this family from me. He killed my father to take the throne. I am here to take it back." He gestured to the servers. "I have the blueprints to your new house, Lucian. I have the stress points. I have the schedules. I know where your wife sleeps. I know where your son plays." Rylan stepped forward, raising his rifle. "Enough talk."

He was a loyal dog—hadn’t given up much beyond what we already knew. But everyone had a breaking point. I stepped into the room, the dim light casting long shadows against the stone walls. Niko stood to the side, arms crossed. “Let’s try this again,” I said, my voice calm. Controlled. “Where is Sergei hiding?” Viktor lifted his head, his bloodied lips curling into a smirk. “You think I’d betray him?” He spat blood onto the floor. “You don’t scare me, Volkov.” I tilted my head, considering him. Then, without a word, I drew my knife and drove it into his thigh.

Silco -- well, Johnny Vanderbilt now -- IS the most powerful enemy Sebastian has ever faced. Silco built such a fortress around him and Scar, that none of the usual methods could approach them. Sebastian went to Ava to push them to make a move on Scar, because Silco always seemed to have a good source on what Sebastian was doing, and if Sebastian used his own people to pretend to hurt Scar, Silco wouldn’t fall for it. He needed the danger Scar fell into to be as real as it could be.

Viktor replied to Xander. I sighed with relief at Viktor's answer. “But go ahead, I have someone to tell you that will answer your questions,” he added. "What? Are you the CEO of a big company? Are you a member of a Mafia? Or maybe you're a drug lord?" Xander asked him. “It’s more than what you said,” Viktor told him. "Because Erica loves me. That's enough to make me proud!" he continued. Xander was silent because of what Viktor had said. In his response, I knew Xander was already affected.

Victor looked at me from his peripheral, waiting for my answer. "Each Alpha must face one another one on one and both need to be able to fight and defend their title," I stated, "Huxley wasn't able to defend himself and he was dying in your hold before Quade could kill him. That's why Quade couldn't get his power and it explains why you couldn't kill Huxley," I gnawed at my bottom lip, letting my eyes travel down Victor's figure before whispering, "you, Victor Silva, are the new Alpha of rogues."

Viktor talked for two hours. The details he provided were precise and, as Silas confirmed when Kieran brought him in to cross-reference, accurate. The meeting location Viktor described matched a known rogue contact point Silas had used himself eighteen months ago, before Azrik had shifted his network's operations further west. The messenger's description aligned with a figure Silas identified as Vex Nightclaw, Azrik's second in command, who told them the rogue leader had considered Viktor's potential cooperation significant enough to send someone senior.

Anton, of course, ignored him completely. “The U.S. government has placed Silence on their national list,” Viktor finally spoke, voice precise, professional. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Sergei cracked a smirk. “That’s one useful son.” Ivan scoffed audibly at the remark, earning himself a glare from his father. “We prepare harder this time,” Sergei said, loading a fresh round into his pistol with a click that echoed. “We will get Silence. Whether or not he is powerful.”