Novel & Cerita Vic Vega

Carter’s tone was filled with fear, and it danced in his eyes. My computer would be easier and faster, but I pulled out my phone to hack into every nearby camera in the area. From the time I lost contact with Keva, I played the video feeds I could access. When I spotted Keva’s car entering the frame of one of the videos, my heart felt as if it jumped to my throat and beat rapidly.

I looked at my crushed phone and slowly bent forward. Suddenly, there was a commotion inside the concert venue. Groups of bodyguards stormed in. Their leader ran over and kicked the bodyguard holding me down and helped me up. "Who dares hurt Ms. Earnhart?" He yelled.

Instead, I slowly curled my fist flat against my thigh, my eyes darkening as I locked gazes with him. “You will speak about my wife with respect, Capo,” I said, my voice dropping into a deadly, freezing register. I took a slow breath, letting out a cool, empty smile as if the blood inside my veins wasn't boiling. “But it seems you have already done your research. I think you know everything there is to know.” Vittorio’s eyes turned into slits. “We cannot afford vulnerabilities, Lucien. And a girl from nowhere exactly that. A weakness.”

For now. ???: “ Don’t tease the boy too much, Cross. Clearly that loud obnoxious roar of a laugh of yours must’ve scared him to the bone. But I suppose at the same time that's also one of the many things that I love about you. Hi there Naraja, ignore that brute of a man for now, I’m Saint Teresa of Avila and it's an honor to meet you.” ???: “So, so am I next, pl~ease I would like to go next. Hi, I'm Sunshine mister Naraja. I hope we get along all nice and dandy~.”

Vlad brought the foot of his chair down on Petrov's hand and then sat with enough force to break the bones. Petrov screamed. Standing again, Vlad brought his knee down on Petrov's windpipe with force. Petrov clawed at him, but couldn't get enough of a grip with only one hand to shove Vlad away. Vlad watched his eyes as he slowly choked. Two men came rushing into the room with guns drawn. Vlad recognized one of them as a waiter at the restaurant, Nikos. It seemed the boy wanted to move up in the organization and wasn't willing to earn his place the old fashioned way. When the Boss' merciless gaze landed on Nikos and the youth saw the mess that was Petrov, his eyes flared wide with fear. He br

Megumi finalized. “No argument there” Sachi said going to her table and sitting down, taking a bottle of whiskey and took a big chug. “I am going to kill that bastard one day. He blew up my supply!” “On the bright side only a small part of it”. “It still doesn’t matter! He closed off on my deal with Victor”. “A little payback is in order then?” Karou asked. “Yes” Megumi said taking a deep breath. “Make them bleed, and bring back a souvenir” she said smiling darkly.

He paused, looking from his documents to us with a smile. "Are you sure?" He asked with a lop sided smirk. "An Aston Martin Valkyrie. This rare beauty uses its side mounted ca—" My eyes fazed out in excitement as i smiled at Jade. This was the life i wanted. And in that moment the luxury was nice. It felt unrealistic. And extravagant. But i thought i was finally living, finally grasping the world. Life. But alas— To be continued...

“You’re harassing my guest? Is this how the great Ezekiel Sterling behaves?” Vespera quickly moved behind Jerry, grasping the silk at her throat, looking shaken, her eyes glistening with tears of fear. “Jerry, he... he’s calling me names. He’s acting like he knows me. I’ve never seen this man before tonight!” Jerry turned his head slightly to comfort her. “It’s okay, Vespera. I’ve got you.” Then he faced Ezekiel, lowering his voice to a dangerous whisper. “I don’t care how much you’ve invested in my project. This woman just got here from abroad. She’s my friend and the star of my upcoming series. If you touch her again, I’ll pull your funding myself.”

(Marcuez Vega) Vega was a 45 years old man, with a handsome manly face and brown haired with streak of white compliment his seasoned looks, with 2 meter tall and 120kg of pure muscle, he looks both charming and imposing. "You still looks the same Vega..and you still haven't changed your car…". Vega stands his pride car which he never change for 30 years, a vintage Cal-style Volkswagen with over sized chrome rims. Imagined a giant driving a small car, it's quite off putting.

She had done her part, but the outcome wasn't at all sure. At last, the team was ready. With warrants in hand and a very specific plan of action, they were ready to confront Vega directly. It was a showdown in Vega's plush headquarters; his arrogance was ill-disguised as he greeted them. He sat behind a gigantic desk, his razor-sharp suit and cold smile a direct contrast to the chaos brewing around him. "Well, well," Vega drawled, his voice laced with mockery. "If it isn't for the mighty Miguel Ricardo and Ximena Antonio. To what do I owe this. pleasure?"