Victor Ortega Novels & Stories

To his word, Santana Bursted out laughing dryly. " Maximo Santino won't take the offer. Hell, this man is filthy wealthy. He Worth almost eighty trillion Euros. Has more than twenty thousands men and women at his beck and call. A business man and a Mafia Boss who could Kill anyone just by the slightest provocation and you ... " Santana suddenly stop speaking when steady approaching footsteps was heard. " He is here " Carlos announced while sitting right. The three men heartbeat started racing as the sounds of the approaching footsteps drew near and nearer until finally, Maximo Santino pushed open the door and enters.

Beta Rodriguez indirectly labeled me as a prostitute. A bitter smile crossed my face as I took the pen that was there next to me and signed my name without much of a thought. From the time I was born, I have only seen and felt rejection and fear, and I think that is what I will only experience for the rest of my life. I got up from my place, and when I was about to leave, Beta Rodriguez called out my name. “No one knows about this contract between us, so I don't want you to tell anyone. Do you understand?” he asked me, and I nodded my head.

Diego: “You allowed an omega inside this house and the first thing that she does is disrespect your girlfriend while you are here drinking scotch?” Renata said, entering the office. She didn’t bother knocking on the door, but having heard her in the first place, I knew that she was raging when she was coming.

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.

They took note of the individual's description, vehicle and license plate number. .................. Blood splashed as Don Lorca threw the glass he was drinking from at Victor. Don Lorca spoke angrily "You're trying to tell me that you failed to retrieve my territory, Hernandez and his team got away unscathed while three of my most skilled are dead, four severely injured and three in police custody?" Don Lorca chuckled dryly as he continued "You really must be a comedian Victor" Victor quickly got on his knees "I'm really sorry Don, I know I deserve to pay for this with my life but give me a chance to remedy this."

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

Alexandro warned automatically, stepping off the porch. Valerian scooped the child up effortlessly, spinning her around before placing her on his shoulders. “I’ll take care of her,” he replied with a wink, clearly enjoying himself. From the ocean, a figure emerged through the surf—Nivera, her silvery-blonde hair plastered against her skin, water droplets catching the light like diamonds. She waved toward the beach, her smile radiant.

I can’t believe that I was the one speaking like this, it was truly disgusting. Instead of speaking, she turned slightly and pointed at the table that she was at before we came for our little talk. I used my eyes to follow where she was pointing and I saw that it was at a man who looked a bit Mexican. “The Mexican guy?” I asked her, squinting my eyes as I continued to stare at him. “Mm-hmm. His name is Victor Garcea. He’s a music producer from the USA. He makes a lot of money now but the truth is that he’s actually an owner of an illegal gambling operation here.”

I was heading for the elevators, desperate for a moment of quiet, when I nearly walked straight into a man stepping out. “Oh! I’m so sorry,” I stammered, stepping back. He just smiled, a warm, easy smile. “No problem at all. You must be Teresa.” I was taken aback. “I am. Have we met?” “Not officially.” He extended his hand. “Victor Lorne. I’m one of the firm’s investors.” The name clicked. Mark had spoken about him—the young, ambitious partner from their London office. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said, shaking his hand.

“Well as I live and breathe! Hunter!” “Hello, Maria,” I said nicely to her. She was a good friend; this was just not my scene. “It is about time you came to my place after so long! Who might this be?” “Maria, this is Victor Nelson, Vic this is Maria Ortiz”. She smiled warmly. “Victor and I have been on the hunt for hours, it’s his first trip, he’s wearied and needs company”. She looks at him appraisingly. “Well, welcome to the club, I have something for you I believe”.