Victim X Agent Smith Novels & Stories

"if you try to cause any problems then let me tell you, your little brother is under my custody and I will shot him dead in a moment you'll make mistake, so if you want him alive then cooperate" He put his hands in his pocket and let out his phone. In a second he played some video and held it in front of her face. In the video there was a little boy lying on the chair in unconscious state and some men were standing around him holding pistols. Her eyes filled with scare, she glanced at the beast standing in front of him. "I'll do as you say, I promise. Just let him go" she told him with a shivery, crying voice. "I'll release him today as you'll marry me" an evil smile spread on his face, laug

He deemed from his toughness seeing the way out. As soon as Victor left, Jessica picked up her phone which was already on for about a couple of minutes and on she chanted. "Have you received his face." She snapped the pen off. "Yes." Answered Mickey who was already settled upon his computer coding in. "And?" "He is Victor Smith. He was sent out of the army three years ago suspected to have linked some private information onto social media." "He is a rat then." Muttered Jessica. "As of now, he was found clean but still kept out of the marine. Another commander though known as general Stuart Armstrong who you allegedly replaced in the army was the one linking the information."

" said a sharp angry voice. Emma turned and saw Agent Smith, Mrs Tepes and Rhonda running towards them. "Emma, are you okay?" asked Rhonda. Emma nodded as they got closer. Mrs Tepes sat beside Stephen and looked at the wound in his chest. "Thank goodness, you are alive. We got scared when we couldn't find you anywhere. A waiter saw you and Stephen through the window." said Rhonda. "I will shoot if either of you makes a move now," said Agent Wilson but Nicholae already turned himself into a bat. Agent Wilson pushed the trigger but missed his target. However, Gregory transformed into a bat and attacked Nicholae's neck.

Chapter 23 Agent Rita took her gun and hit hard on his cock. She nodded her cock with his head. He lets out a dirty moan. "Oh yeah baby. Bring it on." Agent Rita was getting pissed off by his attitude so she just sent a kick across his lower area and he collapsed. "You're such a wonderful player. The more reason I'll take you along with me to my abode." Don Damien muttered in a soft voice. "Do whatever you want to do. But I bet you won't be able to frame me. You're the one who will be going to jail. I'll never go to jail." She yelled at him with disregard in her eyes. Just what did he think she is?

"Even before he figured out who I really was, he knew something wasn't right." They sat in silence, processing the scope of Victor's cruelty. It wasn't just Isabella's family. It wasn't just business. It was decades of systematically destroying anyone who'd ever crossed him, then documenting it like a serial killer keeping souvenirs. "We need to turn this over to the FBI," Damien said finally. "This is evidence of dozens of potential crimes." "And dozens of potential victims who deserve justice." "Exactly." Damien pulled out his phone. "I'm calling Agent Torres now."

“Do you really think I’m calling the police just to extort money?” David looked away. “Nina, behave. Stop doing things that hurt this family.” While my hands were tied, Lana rushed up and slapped me hard across the face. She made a face at me and mocked, “Weren’t you so tough? Come on, hit me if you can! Come on!” I gritted my teeth, trembling so hard I could barely stand. But with my hands bound tightly, I couldn’t even fight back. “You’re rotten,” I said through clenched teeth. “You were born rotten.”

Chapter 32: Someone Had to Pay Victor Sorkin's grey eyes narrowed as he listened to Slater's story for perhaps the fifth time since Slater and Wilcox had returned to the compound without his pet. To the man's credit, his story never wavered. He was entirely certain about the timeline of events from beginning to end. As Slater had known he would, Victor had made the phone call to the arms dealer in the hotel in San Francisco. "Tell me, Mr. Smith," he'd purred, rolling his eyes at the ludicrous moniker, "how did you enjoy my pet?"

Security codes. "I loved you once," Damien said, his voice fading. "In my twisted way. Let this be my atonement." The screen went black. Silence filled the room. Victor’s hand tightened on the tablet until the glass cracked. "A trap?" Jax asked. I shook my head. My scars were tingling, not with warning, but with truth. "No. He knows he’s dead. This is real." Victor met my eyes. The gold burned brighter than ever.

“And one more thing—check who’s been communicating with the Smiths lately.” My fingers curled slightly. “I took their daughter back,” I said, my voice dropping dangerously low, “and they respond by playing games with me?” I exhaled sharply. “I will not forgive them.” “There’s something else you should know, boss,” Dexter said quietly. I lifted my gaze to him, already bracing myself. “Victoria Smith is dead,” he said carefully. “And they’re blaming us, that’s why they did all of this. I only found out after everything was already over last night.”

“I’m not done. I’m locking him out of everything: banks, crypto, dark web. He’s got nothing left.” Elena ruffled my hair, a ghost of her old big-sister tease. “You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack, kid.” “Let him,” Mamá said, her smile soft but proud. “He’s a Vasquez.” The agents hauled Victor up, his head lolling, blood dripping from his nose. His eyes found mine, and for a second, I froze. They weren’t defeated, they were calculating. “You’re good, kid,” he rasped, voice low so only I could hear. “But you’re not me. You’ll see.”