Vic Vega Novels & Stories

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...

A man in a flashy Versace shirt glasses sat on a sofa, peeling an apple with a switchblade. Viktor. An internationally notorious arms dealer for the Russian Bratva, and the maddest dog in Moscow. He played the part of a playboy, but everyone knew his methods were crueler than anyone's. "You saved me?" My voice was raspy, like I’d swallowed a handful of gravel.

“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.”

T H E W E E K E N D; J U S T the best thing that could ever happen in a person's life after pondering through an entirety of five full days—five whole days, eight hours a day and filled with torture or as a certain Puerto Rican boy from the Vega Family would put it; the worst days of your life! Marcus Vega was just emerging from the kitchen counter wearing a white t-shirt with a watercolor sketch of Darth Vader in sunglasses with the words “Force Be Drippin” just below it, when his sister quickly brushed past him, making him almost drop the glass of mango juice in his hand.

(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?"

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.