Victor Ortega Novels & Stories

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.

This time, not because she was admiring how he looked like, but because there was this sudden flood of familiarity dawning on her. She gasped, audibly loud this time that she needed to cover her mouth. This man was supposed to be her friend Jelly's client! He is one of the Ortega siblings, one of their VIPs on top of the list. He is none other than Navier Ortega. He suddenly groaned and that shot her back up to sense to see if he was in any way pain or discomfort, but he did not open his eyes nor say anything. Now that she knew who this man is, she can easily—

i won't have to feel guilty about I the love I feel for him. “Now, I suppose it's my nature to just dive right in. Stop me if I- If the subject is too upsetting for you.” The sheriff says. “In our investigation it has come to light that Victor Mendoza had ties to a small cartel in Mexico. A few months ago his supplier introduced him to Juan Vargas. He's a sort of recruiter for the cartel. He finds junkies on the street who want a little more money and a little more power and he starts them running drugs down the gulf and back. He took Victor in, letting him climb the ranks pretty quickly. We assume maybe they became friends or something. We have it on record that Victor was a charming guy an

They both of them ran around the port, one of them chasing the other running away, "You know, you can make this easy for the both of us if you just stop running." Ottiline yelled out at him out of breath. Victor glanced at him and sped up, "Who are you joking with, If I stop running then you will catch me. I don't want to go to jail, is not like I did anything wrong!" Victor Cruz yelled back and paused at a distance.

“He’s not untouchable. We just need a different strategy.” Esteban nodded. “He’s made one mistake.” “What?” I asked. “You,” Esteban said simply. “You were the only piece he couldn’t fully control. And now he’s overplayed his hand.” That night, I sat by the window, phone in hand, scrolling through the aftermath. Jeff Ortega was trending. But not for what he should’ve been. I opened a private message that had landed minutes ago. No sender. Just a line of encrypted text. Esteban confirmed it was clean. So I clicked it.

“And there’s something else.” “What?” She placed a photograph on the desk. Victor looked down. It showed Adriana on the back of Luca’s motorcycle earlier that evening. His smile faded slightly. “So he’s still around.” “Yes.” Victor leaned back in his chair. “That complicates things.” He studied Luca’s face carefully. Then his expression darkened. “Find out who he used to work for,” Victor said. “Already done.” “And?” The assistant hesitated. “Orion Group.” Victor’s eyes sharpened.

he said, then stuffed the half-eaten sandwich he was holding in his mouth and proceeded to flex several different times. “Settle the fuck down Jose. As far as I know, Victora Bura, or Vic, was born female and remains female. She also happens to be the Bura family ‘Ghost’, so you might want to watch where your hands try to roam gentleman, because if you get sticky fingers and she breaks them off I don’t think the boss is gonna take your side.” he stated. Jose leaned back against a nearby couch chewing his food and Rocco began to point to different people in the room. “Vic let me introduce you to everyone while they are all here.” Vic watched several sets of eyes look toward the hand at her ba

Viktor opened his mouth as tears formed in his eyes, and biting his bottom lip, his hands shook as he clenched the armrest. “Did you know about this, Claire?” “You have clearly lost your mind asking me such a question” she said, turning to face me. “Did you, or didn’t you?” “I did not” she said, throwing the pictures at Viktor who let out a low growl “I would have stopped him myself if I did” “Well, do you want to tell me what you were doing with Alfredo?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at him. “I was buying a fucking slave” he snapped, his eyes widening in pain as he fought to take a breath “a slave that would fucking please and satisfy me. They gave me a good deal and I got the woman”

I start ro feel a bit uncomfortable in this situation so I start talking " So what is the matter? Is something wrong?" He looks me in my eyes and a smile apearce on his face " Don't worry, everything is alright. I was just curious to know what exactly your Alpha said. And also.. Well let's start with my first question. And you can call me Victor." I'm not sure what his behaviour means but I decided to ignore that and answer " It Was a quick decision, I explained the whole situation and send him the video of her fight. He said she is a good fighter and that he trust my guts so he left it up to me." before he can talk I continue " What about the Lords? I heard the Neros wanted her too, and the

Instead of Valentino, it was Ricardo. She froze instantly, the towering, scarred figure of Vito's adoptive mentor and tormentor loomed over her, his dead, hollow eyes staring down at her with an unsettling calmness. "How..." Ortensia asked, as she shook her head frantically. "The voice on the phone... it was Valentino's voice. I heard him. I saw the footage." Ricardo smiled, a deeply wicked, twisted expression that didn't reach his cold eyes. He pulled a small, sleek electronic device from his breast pocket and tapped the screen, letting out a low chuckle.