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

“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?”

“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

"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."

“A few hours back. And she did cos of his special day.” “Piper alway…” My feet paused alongside my words as my eyes met the head servant who was standing in front me. Her head bowed. “What do you want, Joice?” She only got to block my way like this when there was trouble. “Alpha Vogarthy was here and he took the Omega girl, Eira, with him.” “W-what?” My blood suddenly fused. My hands balled into fists by my sides. “Some warriors tried to stop him, but he was too powerful. And none could challenge him. He said she was his mate.”

“I’ll vet therapists for pro bono slots.” Victor didn’t say I’ll protect them. He didn’t have to. That’s what he builds when he’s not making rules: rooms where harm has to find a better weapon. Marco’s printer hiccuped, then disgorged a final packet: DECLARATION OF MARCO ORTEGA IN SUPPORT OF TEMPORARY RESTRAINING ORDER AND PRESERVATION ORDER. He riffled it, signed with that messy surgeon scrawl coders seem to learn by watching their own hands move too fast, and slid the copy toward Victor.

David deserves to be hit back, for sure, but something’s not right here. “Do it. I didn’t raise you to be pathetic,” he hisses. His eyes lock on Oliver, who’s struggling with his wolf for control. He’s trying to calm Ace down. Before Oliver can do anything, I knock David out with a solid punch. His body slumps against mine as he falls unconscious. He’s still alive, but only just. I take a step back, resting his body against the wall. He can stay like that for all I care. I look around at the ruined room. All the furniture is completely destroyed.