Victor Blake Novels & Stories

“I did what you asked. I’m done. Am I free now?” “Nay,” he replied evenly. “You still sound bitter. You sound like a man who was denied a meal.” I let out a short, bark-like laugh. Victor Blake was one of the only men on this earth who could talk to me like that and keep his head on his shoulders. We’d been reckless teenagers together, once. He chose the mind; I chose the fist. “You enjoy this, don’t you?” I asked. “Pretending you’ve domesticated the wolf.”

Gerald got back on his feet and walked to the large window, Bailey poured two glasses of whiskey and joined her, "It's time to get rid of him once and for all" "And he won't see it coming, keep him around, don't act nice just be normal he won't suspect a thing" she said. "No he won't, we're in the endgame now, cheers" "Cheers!" That's how Blake's fate was sealed. He surely had no idea what was coming and even if he knew there was nothing he would have done about it. Helplessness. ****

Fuck it, I was spiraling too fast. "I know that Gabrielle but I don't understand what it is you see in me that makes you think I'm worthy of such sacrifice... I know you think I'm a saint but you're wrong, I've done a lot of bad things that don't let me sleep at night". I refused to believe that, I've had him investigated to the minute detail and he didn't deserve whatever it was that haunted his dreams. "No, you did it because you had no alternative... You did it in the line of duty and I don't care what your past is, you already know mine and it's full of shit. I'm the sinner here Blake, but I want my redemption... I want to be redeemed with you... Leave with me Blake, you're mine already,

A shiver shoots up my spine because I know what’s coming next. “Start from the beginning, unless you want to end up like Viktor,” Kai says, and I see Ilya swallow hard. “Please, Kai, I didn't want any part of what Vanya did! You have to believe me! I wanted to come to you, but Viktor’s life was threatened. In the end, my siblings killed him anyway! Please, you have to believe me!” Ilya cries out, but then my brother plunges a silver dagger into his side and he screams out in pain.

“Damien told me not to. But you said you had proof. So show me.” He nodded slowly and gestured toward the old couch. “Sit. Please. I know I’ve been a shitty father. But this… this is important.” I stayed standing. “I’m not staying long. Just tell me what you have.” My eyes searched the room for any suspicious activity. Victor rubbed his face, looking genuinely tired. “That man you’re with… Damien Blackwood. He’s not who you think he is. He’s got power. Real dark power. People disappear when they cross him. I’ve seen it.”

I half-expected him to check my scent for weakness. "Aldridge," Mason said, his voice steady. "Meet Rowan Blake. Your daughter." Victor narrowed his eyes, his silence stretching until it became an insult. He hadn't said a single word to me. Julian squeezed my hand in a silent show of solidarity. "Is this a play for leverage, Cross?" Victor asked, a low threat vibrating in his chest.

Staring at Terrence Edmin, he said, "Mr.Edmin, you've made up your mind. This woman is a vicious woman. She will calculate all the value of the man beside her with one more kick. I hope that Mr.Edmin won't end up like this." Alice rushed directly to Vicdor Blake and gave him a hard push. "Vicdor Blake, don't always act like a victim. I've seen enough of it all these years. A man can't even protect his wife and children. What qualifications do you have to blame Snow here?" "You..." Vicdor Blake was besieged here. He could only grit his teeth and nod slowly. "Forget it. I don't want to argue with you. Since this woman has been taken care of, I will first..."

I said. “You?” He looked me up and down. “No offense, I’m sure you do a lot of good with your foundation or whatever, but Blake—” “We used to date,” I said. “Ethan is his son.” Victor’s eyes widened and he took a gulp of his coffee.

I began to feel my mouth fill with blood as he pushes the blade in and squeezes the bag with clear liquid, "But this here. This is more precious than even you, my pet. A special blend of grade-A cocaine and just the right amount of wolf's bane. Not enough to kill, just enough to make it...potent. This way we can have a wonderful time without worrying about you passing out from the pleasure."

My legs told me to run, but I stayed rooted, caught between fear and fascination. The bike slowed, then stopped just a few feet away. The rider pulled off his helmet, shaking out dark hair. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, jeans torn at the knee. A scar slashed across his jawline, making him look even harder, sharper. “Road’s no place for a girl alone this late,” he said, voice rough like gravel. My pulse jumped. “I’m fine,” I blurted, though the crack in my voice betrayed me. He studied me, eyes sharp and unflinching. “Name’s Blake. You lost?”