Silco X Viktor Novels & Stories

I’d been drowning in the illusion of Zenya for months, and now there was someone else—someone with the same eyes—spilling truth like blood on marble. “At seventeen, I started digging. Tracking the origins of everything they told me. And eventually…” He paused and looked directly at Miguel. “I found your father. Senator Myers.” Miguel’s eyes flared wide. “You tracked that down at seventeen?” Viktor laughed quietly and pulled something from his pocket. His ID. “I didn’t sleep. I’m the owner of V-Core, the most advanced AI-integrated cybernetics system in the world. You think hacking a few archives scared me?”

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."

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 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.”

goods. I kept my head down, my bangs shielding my eyes. "What are you waiting for? Let’s see the sparks fly!" Mason urged, acting the part of the amused spectator. Cole and I remained motionless, two statues in a circle of predators. Suddenly, the silence was shattered by the sound of a glass hitting wood. Blake Ryder stood up, shoving Talia’s hand away. He marched toward the center of the deck where the Silver-Slayer cocktails sat—the punishment for those who refused the Moon’s command.

Looking closely, then we noticed he was a middle-aged man with sharp gray eyes and a long scar running from his ear down to his collarbone. "Who are you?" Xavier gasped, taking his gun back. "My name is Victor," the man said with his voice deep and resonant. "Until yesterday, I was Silas’s second-in-command. But Silas is playing a far more dangerous game than any of us signed up for." "Why are you helping us?" I asked, with my voice shaking as Lily began to whimper against my chest.