Novel & Cerita Vic Vega

Well, shit. My first thought was to courier them back, so that I didn't have to come face to face with that guy. But the couriers didn't want to send something so expensive, in such a short distance. So I dug out his information from the public records and now, I was standing in front of the magnificent villa, pondering on the fact that I would have to face him again, contemplating, whether I should go inside or not. The word 'VICTORS' were curved on the iron gate beautifully in a neat cursive. A tall, stony statue of mammon stood proudly at one side and a giant lion on the other.

Beta Vigo was taking some tubes from a bag and arranging them on the Alpha’s reading table. Alpha Draven recognized the tubes very well and this made him wonder what Beta Vigo was doing. “What the hell are you doing?” Draven asked moving closer. Beta Vigo just smirked and walked closer to him and then looked at the tubes well. He was right, the tubes contained blood vitamins. “What the fuck are these blood vitamins doing here and why are there so much on my table?”Draven growled slamming the table and then looked at his Beta. “For energy, the Luna is gone now. I am only trying to be a good Beta by getting you this thing.” Beta Vigo continued to arrange the vitamins on the table annoying Drav

And then, after the birth of my mate, the journals chronicled daily life- milestones, celebrations, and the markers of Vega's existence. I'd already shared the information from the death certificate with John, hoping it would yield some leads. For my meticulous search through the journals, I'd pieced together more: a birthday and her full name—Vega Wolfgang—an intriguing choice, considering Michelle had bestowed Liam's last name upon her daughter. However, the journals remained silent on the reasons behind this decision.

"I've found something promising." He spreads several documents across the table, pointing to family records dating back three generations. "Vega appears to have one living blood relative—a niece named Karina who serves as a healer in a remote Northern settlement." I scan the documents quickly, hope rising. "A healer? That's unexpected given Vega's apparent hatred of healing bloodlines." "Family complications," Dominic explains. "According to these records, Vega's sister married a man with distant healing ancestry. When their daughter Karina manifested healing abilities, Vega disowned them both. They fled to a remote settlement beyond her influence."

Vega’s family might be decent, but compared to those people, she was basically a nobody. “How did you get in, Vega? As far as I know, today’s event is strictly invite-only. Without an invitation, no one gets in. So... how did you get in?” “Well...” Vega’s voice softened, suddenly shy. “A... friend brought me!” “Friend? Male or female?” “Uh... male.” Serena’s suspicion deepened. “Anyone who can get someone in today has to be either rich or powerful. When did you make a friend like that—and why didn’t I know?!”

Stay away from the Vega’s Everyone I had asked turned out to be scared of them, even all of Nickolas’s contacts that I had reached out to when I first landed hung on me when they heard the name I was asking about. I knew they were a big deal in Italy but I never thought it would be up to this. What was I expecting though? Javier runs the biggest crime syndicate in the country, Of course they were feared. Recalling what Pascal; the man I had spoke to yesterday said, “If you keep on asking about the Vega’s you will end up dead, besides how good could the pussy have been for you to want to fly over from the states for it?

All I could think about was taking my mom, Helena Nightfall, away from that miserable household, moving somewhere far away, and starting a new life with her. She had agreed again and again. But the moment my dad, Victor Nightfall, came home, she told him everything. My gambling addict dad’s eyes had lit up like a predator spotting prey. He marched straight up to me and demanded the ticket. "Where is it? Hand it over! So you hit the jackpot and didn’t tell your old man? Planning to run off with your mom? "You ungrateful little brat. Your money is my money. How dare you make decisions on your own?"

“True, but this, this is not the usual work we do. This is what will draw us closer to finding the truth and seeking justice. I’m never going to hurt you, Alexa” I almost scoffed. He has hurt me countless times; he’s hurt my pride, my feelings, my dignity. I’d be a fool to even forgive him and continue having intimate feelings for him. I lay back on the chair, hoping I wasn’t being tricked. Fortunately, we stopped right before a bar. I wouldn’t exactly call it a bar. It had its own parking lot and was off the road. There were not many cars, and they had bodyguards around the building, like they were securing some treasure.

The hard cruelty that was always in his eyes, the wickedness that people praised because it made him an incredible businessman, but I know is his sadistic side that lived to cut the throats of people who he considered below him––reveals itself. “When you walked out of the house, you said we were going to regret messing with you, you were going to climb up the ranks and take my spot, you were so sure of yourself, don’t tell me all of those were just words.” he keeps eye contact the whole time he says this, and I have to school my expression to betray nothing. Another thing the Vega’s are good at is sniffing blood, they never let go after biting down hard. “Don’t tell me you came down from you

RIVAL’S POV Vega leaned back in his chair like he’d been expecting us to walk in bruised and broke. Thomas still had a faint limp, and my lip was split from my own job earlier in the week, but neither of us was in the mood to give him the satisfaction of a complaint. Instead, Vega slid a small envelope across the counter. “This one’s different,” he said. “Not muscle. Not the type you can intimidate with a fist in the gut. He’s clever. Real clever. Slipped two other collectors in the last month.”