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He had driven her to the international terminal under the cover of a blackout he’d engineered in the Council’s security grid. "You can't stay," Malcolm had whispered, his hands gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather groaned. "Victor is already hunting the rest of your bloodline. If you stay, you’re a corpse. If you leave, you’re a legend." At the gate, the young girl—eyes haunted and hollow—had gripped his hand. "Why are you helping me?"

"You're done, you tramp! Big V is coming. He'll take care of you!" I followed the way he was staring and saw Victor walking toward us. The player kept cursing me out, as if he could already picture Victor cutting me down. But Victor sliced his throat in one clean motion instead, spraying blood everywhere. The man never even realized he was dead. The others froze where they stood, while the chat exploded. Victor stepped in front of me. His tall body shielded me from sight. He bent down like nothing had happened and pinched my cheek. "Hey, babe. How many players do you wanna take out? I'll help you."

Victor demanded, his voice cracking with restraint. Xandros shrugged, his smile twisting. "Only I know," Xandros said, his eyes glinting with defiance. "And I'll never tell." Victor's grip closed around Xandros's neck, his fingers tightening. "You'll talk," Victor vowed, his voice dripping with venom. Xandros's eyes gleamed with defiance. "Never," Xandros spat, his face reddening. Victor's team secured Xandros, but Victor's focus remained fixed on finding Ivy.

​"Out of my house!" Alvaro roared, lunging forward with a heavy iron fire poker he had grabbed from the hearth. ​Alvaro swung the iron rod with all his strength toward Victor's head. But Victor didn't even flinch. With terrifying speed and precision, Victor stepped inside the arc of the swing, striking his silver-tipped cane hard against Alvaro's wrist. ​A loud crunch echoed through the room. Alvaro let out a pained scream as the fire poker clattered onto the hardwood floor.

Cang did exactly that and with a speed Kate had never seen. She found another chair that wasn't filled with debris or stained by rat poop and sat across Victor. His head was bent downwards, as if ashamed to meet her eye. “Look at me.” Kate's voice was firm. “Or I'll make you.” Victor didn't respond. Kate nodded slightly at Cang who sent a heavy punch towards his face, shifting his jawbone. Victor threw his head back, screaming in pain. “I didn't even do anything!” He barked. “What are ya doing in my house?”

Standing right behind him was Victor Sterling. Victor was a deeply feared man in the Blackcrest pack. Operating just outside the official high council, he ran a massive, underground lending empire. He wore a sharp maroon suit, his dark eyes looking completely dead and calculating. "Victor," Preston greeted, offering a polite nod. "I didn't expect to see you at the charity gala." "I try to mingle with the commoners occasionally," Victor smirked, stepping closer. He didn't bother offering a handshake. "Excuse us, gentlemen. Preston and I have some private financial matters to discuss."

“I do know Marvin hates him.” “Do you know why?” “No.” I took a breath. “If I have to be honest, I don’t think Victor got anything to do with this.” “That man worships the Castillo’s, so he wouldn’t do anything to sabotage them…not even Marvin.” Victoria released a frustrated sigh. “Do you have Victor’s number?” “What!” “Do you have it, yes or no?” “Y-yes?” “Give it.” She pulled my phone from my hand and unlocked it. The two of us were so close that we had exchanged our passcodes.

Ares. "Is he ready to talk now?" I asked Victor, one of my most trusted warriors, as I looked around the basement boredly. It was past midnight and I was getting tired from the days job but the little fucker we had captured snooping around my borders wasn't willing to talk. Victor turned to me, he was a tall man almost my height but I towered over him, over everyone. He had short blonde hair and a deep scar running down the side of his face narrowly missing his cold grey eyes.

I started, but the center one shoved Diego aside. "And I’m Victor Castillo Jr." He grabbed my hand, his grip surprisingly firm. "Call me Victor." He winked, his eyes trailing down my torso. "Or call me whenever you're lonely." I ripped my hand back, and the third guy—the one whose name I didn't know—smacked Victor upside the head. "Knock it off. We came here to play the enforcers. You weren't supposed to hit on the mark. Remember?" "Right, right," Victor muttered, though he sighed as he looked me over again. "But that was before I saw the merchandise. Seriously, Cass," he said, nudging Cass with his shoulder. "Nice catch. Please tell me he isn't tragically str

I was just about to fold myself into the vehicle when I halted, glaring Victor dead in the eyes as I questioned, "How can I be certain that you don't plan to do anything to me?" Victor huffed and pinched the bridge of his nose as his features twisted in a pensive mask. After a minute or two, he began signing, "Message your friend. Tell her you're with me. My name is Victor Silva. If she doesn't hear from you in the morning then she should file a charge against me." Silva. Hispanic decent. His tanned skin suddenly made a lot of sense. I fished out my phone from the pocket of my trench coat and opened a chat with Erica.