Vic Vega Novels & Stories

I laughed. We were quiet for a few minutes, my eyes closing slowly. "Evelyn?" "Yes?" Adam paused. "Vega doesn't need to be with Jace," he said finally. "Why not?" "I can't tell you much, but I will tell you that I don't trust him," Adam said. "He uses people to get what he wants and, if you care about Vega, you won't want her to be one of those people." My eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean? If you don't trust him, why is he your Beta?"

Alexander’s chuckled, his voice seem to vibrate as he got out of the flames. Getting a grasp of things throughout their short fight, he was able to divulge the difference between the three. Giro was the name of the one without sleeves, whose strength was formidable. Cicero was the one whose body was fully covered, boasting a remarkable speed. And Metikulo was the only one wearing a robe with a large open sleeve, seemingly quite adept in magic. Hearing their voice he was sure that they were just young boys.

“I don’t want mere platitudes. I want to see the statement you plan to make. To let them know not fuck with Bratva, not even assist any fucking Los Gringos to hurt the Bratva.” I nod evenly. I walk over to my satchel to retrieve a serrated hunting knife. With great resolve, I cross the room to where Vega is strapped in his chair. I don’t need to look at Mads to know her eyes are riveted on me. Without any hesitation. I draw the knife across Vega’s throat for a clean kill. “We’ll string him up on the bridge with an appropriate note explaining his grave crime against the Bratva,” I reply, lifting my gaze to Madison.

really was bewitched by the shapes of that voluptuous body that exuded sex from every pore. She had known Olegario since he was assigned as a homicide detective, and she was doing her job as a reporter for the red chronicle of "La Noticia." Despite meeting frequently, for reasons of her work; yet, she existed between an undeniable physical attraction between them. Olegario's prototype for the super females with big breasts and wide hips fit Valeria perfectly; but Olegario Rey, despite being such a sexy man for any beautiful woman, found her unattainable. He knew by reference, Valeria's successful resume. She had been a beauty queen for the state of Louisiana and after wearing the crown she

I can feel the veins in my temples pulsating because I was very pissed. “She’s my slave, not yours so you can’t just hit her when you like. That is my job. Do you get me, Igor?” I don’t know why I’m so angry about it since it’s just something trivial. But the ferocious beast in me wants to cut off the man’s hand, but I reminded myself that Igor is one of my people. Elisa is the outsider, the daughter of our enemy. “I apologize for that, Alpha. That won’t happen again,” Igor said with his head bowed.

His gaze was on me the whole time, so I felt I had to pretend to be interested or something. "I'm Vega. Nice to meet you too. What genre do you right". "Thrillers. I love reading them, so I decided to write one too. Your name is unique. I knew only a girl who bore that name in grade school. Vega Romeo. She won all the school awards, was a total nerd". I stood up from my seat because he was literally talking about me. What the hell!. Was he who I thought he was. I'm not good with faces but it felt like I knew those eyes, those waves of hair, but his body was not quite right.

Like always Vic ghost around the room appearing in one place before disappearing only to reappear in another. He’s like a fucking enigma. He slices throats and shoots people in the back of the head, never once being heard and seen. Vic’s one of those men who grew up in this shit along side Vale, Geo and a few others. They practically came out of the womb with a gun in hand and already gained in hand to hand combat before even learning to crawl. Vic how ever is on a whole different level of fucking crazy. He’s the secret weapon when we go on missions, the sniper on the roof and the sleeper cell we use when we need an inside man.

"I need a word with Santiago Vega. It’ll take thirty seconds." "I know who Vega is, kid. You press?" "Sure," Isaac lied, bracing himself. "Pull the other one. Vega doesn't talk to press. Not before, during, or after he draws blood." "I know the drill," Isaac countered, having memorized the Enforcer’s dossier. "He’s a loner, he doesn't mate, he hates cameras, and he breaks the fingers of anyone who tries to track his scent. I’ve done my homework. This is vital."

They both looked up as he came in, and Jester noticed how the man’s pale blue eyes measured him. “Ah, let me introduce you to each other. This fine young man here is the Vice-Commander of the Fourth Special Unit. The famous Jester Lee, Necromancer extraordinaire and all that.” There was a hint of amusement in the Commander’s voice, and a resigned sigh from the man, which Jester only understood after hearing the old lady’s next words. “And this, Jester, is Gregory Vega. Former CEO of Vega Industries, now turned volunteer instructor for our new recruits, and a dear student of mine back in the day. Go on, make nice, you two.” They shook hands, equally firm, equally brief.

Vega thought she bolted the door behind her but from the look of things she didn't. "Why are you crying? I mean shouldn't you be happy you killed a rogue?" Victoria stood in front of Vega who lay on her bed with her arms underneath her head. Victoria smiled like a sick maniac. This was what she always wanted and that was to make their father disappointed in her. "Leave me alone Victoria! You've won. Are you happy now?" Vega was in pure rage. It was bad enough that her father is disgusted with her; now Victoria is only making it worse by adding salt to her injury.