Victor Ortega Novels & Stories

He asked for Marcus’ opinion on tip number one that he found on the net. “I’m not sure, but it didn’t work for me,” Marcus answered. Whatever was Ortega doing now, he did it before he went to Oslob for Paloma’s birthday.

The name detonates in the room. “Victor Salazar.” For several seconds no one speaks. The silence stretches across the boardroom like a crack in glass—fragile, sharp, ready to shatter. Across the table, Marcus Dela Torre exhales slowly. “Well,” he murmurs. “That explains a lot.” Elaine Porter shakes her head. “That’s impossible.” But uncertainty creeps into her voice, softening the denial. Beside me, Adrian Reyes doesn’t move. His gaze remains locked on Leonardo Castillo.

“What are you on about? I didn’t bribe you. Sure, I might’ve thought about using my influence to get my way. But let’s be real, you’re not your dad. You’re not even good at negotiating for yourself.” She smirked, and honestly, if it wasn’t so damn attractive, it would be pretty unsettling how twisted that made her look. “Nice to see you noticed my assets. As if that makes me any less like my father. And that’s not the point. You threatened to kill him when I turned you down the first time.” She tilted her head at him, and Rex let out a whimper. Prieto was still there, but all weapons were out of sight. Great. “Prieto, does she really need him? Her dad wouldn’t sell to this guy, and his fathe

“You will remain my only dealer and I will be your only supply” “Yes sir, I got that” “Si eres amenazado por uno contactame inmediatamente” “If you get threatened by anyone, contact me immediately” “Sure I will” Victor replied “Nosotros comenzamos manana” Romero got up, Victor got up “We begin tomorrow” they both shook hands and Victor left with his men. Victor had suddenly began to feel this confidence that made him begin to feel like he owned the state of Lagos already. Just outside the building as they walked to their car

“Or the next head that shows up in a box at your pack will be yours.” I threatened him straight to his face, and the challenge hung between us. I told Victoria’s brother to send him his Beta’s remains in a box. Whether he ordered it or not, I wanted it crystal clear that Victoria was protected. “Sanchez was an idiot. I wouldn’t risk the Vasiliev pack’s safety, and not over an Omega...” He stood too, trying to drag his balls down out of his throat. "That Omega you’re talking about is my wife, and I’ll kill whoever hurts her. I don’t care if it was before or it’s now."

Naalala rin niya ang sinabi ni Victor noon na may lalaking nagligtas kay Asbie sa gabing iyon mula sa engagement party ni Oriana, at napaisip kung siya rin ba ang may-ari ng kotse ni Martin. “Makikilala mo ba ang lalaking nagligtas kay Asbie noong gabing iyon kung muli mo siyang makita?” tanong ni Sandra. At habang nag-aalangan pa si Victor, kinuha niya ang litrato ni Xandro sa kanyang cellphone at ipinakita sa kanya. “Siya ba ang lalaking iyon?”

❄︎ Viktor ❄︎ Betrayal, my old friend. No matter how I tried to prepare for the blow, I never seemed to steel myself on time when it mattered the most. My arm rose, the heavy metal an extension of me as I aimed at Orlov Conti’s head. Anything to knock his hand off her skin. The surprised shouts of Primo’s men warbled all around as my men and the Marlow soldatos closed in, shooting them down like sitting ducks.

“If you think your silence will save whatever assets you have left in the Caymans, Victor, you’ve fundamentally misunderstood the level of access Ocean granted me before we boarded this bird.” I leaned back against the vibration of the helicopter’s interior, my eyes fixed on Victor Alvarez. He was zip tied to the floor of the cabin, his face battered and his tactical gear shredded from the struggle on the freighter. The salt air whipped through the open bay door, mixing with the scent of high octane fuel and the metallic tang of drying blood. Victor didn't look like the lethal security chief who had terrorized the Ramirez legacy for decades. He looked like a man who had realized the exit str

I stare down at her unconscious body, my heart racing as I slowly realise what I’ve done. “Oh my God,” I whisper, covering my mouth with shaking hands. Coach Morgan steps forward, looking down at Leona’s limp form with a raised eyebrow. Then, with a shrug, she spits on the ground next to her. “I told you not to underestimate anyone,” she says, turning to the rest of the group. “Lesson one: respect your opponent.” The crowd is silent, staring at me like I’ve grown another head. My knees threaten to buckle, but I hold myself up.

"Let me go." He smiled, not unkindly, but I didn't trust it. His green eyes sparkled like he was in on some private joke. It made my skin crawl. "I'm Viktor el Camino," he said, placing a hand dramatically on his chest. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Orlando." I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest. "I don't want to know you," I said, each word clipped. "I just want to go home."