Victor Ortega Novels & Stories

Victor had been part of it not just by choice, but because of the power his family name carried. Without a word, Victor reached for the nearest bottle and poured himself a glass. “Damn,” said a tall, lean guy with ash-blonde hair and a rolled-up sleeve that revealed a black ink tattoo of a viper coiled around a dagger. His name was Rico Cortez, the unofficial ringleader of the group—and a name whispered often in their little gang society despite his young age. Rico had charm and charisma, but behind that was a violent streak no one dared to challenge.

“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.”

Victor belonged to the Vargas pack now. "I could try to dig up his burner number," Anthony offered. "Don't bother." Alejandro stood. The legs of his chair shrieked against the floor. He didn't offer a hand this time. "You’ve been useful enough." He stepped out into the biting night air of the city. The sun had dipped below the horizon, but the strip was alive, flashing with the artificial heat of a thousand signs. If Delgado was right, Sofia Ramirez had been everything to Victor. To lose a soul-mate like that—someone forged in the same foster-hell—was a wound that never closed.

“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.

Simon revealed and Adam could only listen. “I told him about your case and he pulled out some files. I gotta say, buddy, you’ve made a powerful enemy. That Ortiz guy ain’t no joke. He kills first and asks questions later. I have no idea how he hasn’t targeted your house yet,” Simon added and Adam gulped in fear. He knew about that part but wanted to forget it. Simon continued, “Hugo Ortiz literally owns the police in his territory. He is THE Cartel.” “I didn't need a government funded investigation to know that I’m royally fucked. I knew it the moment I set my eyes on Jessica that fateful night. Is there any way out of this?” Adam said.

A figure stepped out of the shadows, tall and impeccably dressed, with a smirk that made my skin crawl. “Thiago Bermudez,” the man drawled, his tone dripping with false charm. “And the infamous Bridgette Martinez. What a pleasure.” “Who are you?” Thiago’s posture was rigid, protective as he placed himself slightly in front of me. “Call me Victor,” the man said, his grin widening. “But I’m not here to play games. I have something you want.” Victor tossed a USB drive onto the ground. It landed between us with a soft clatter.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

I realised that, considering his obsession with Maia, it was much more plausible that he was at the attack on my own pack, watching from the safety of the woods as we slaughtered the rogues he’d recruited to execute the plan he had orchestrated. The thought made me restless, as though the blood beneath my skin had turned to acid and set my skin on fire. That fucker had been on my territory, had sought out what was mine, goddess knows how many times and I was still yet to lay eyes on him. It was unacceptable, but I vowed that the payback would be glorious. “Alpha, he’s awake.” Alpha Marco and I both snapped our heads up from where we sat at his desk to the man standing in the doorframe, who I

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.