Victor Ortega Novels & Stories

He spoke enthusiastically and opened the map. “This right here!” He pressed his finger on top of the picture of two men and stared at me with big eyes. “These are Victor Vives and Pedro Vidal, Aka Panther.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “These are the assholes who had a big part in letting M. Castillo walk out free.”

He stared at me and walked straight towards me. Dakota got infront of me and growled. He stopped but kept starting at me. I heard bones crack and there stood the most power Alpha in the world. Alpha Alcander. He smirked in his naked glory and growled. "Mate."

Tiger smiled when he remembered the cruel rules by Toxica, but the smile was short when he remembered she's the reason why he had to leave Atlanta without taking Toyota along. By now, Sancho's body and organs has fallen in pieces already, and she sliced off his prick before dipping her fingers into his blood. She drew her mark on the wall and smiled at her art, it's beautiful. Her laughter echoed in the dark night as she began walking out of the building. Tiger stood and followed, then the hitmen followed behind. Two men down! They're left with two others before they'd get to Godzilla himself. "Yenicall Ortega" she muttered the name of the next victim.

"Fight me. The Old Way. I'll try not to kill you." Harry smiles wide. It's as if his face is split in two, like a puppet's. "Good, good. I won't kill you either. Don't think I don't see that scar on your neck, disgusting. I'll keep you in a cage with that precious Omega of yours. And when I have your son, then I'll execute you both. Or maybe I'll keep Ariadne around. She looks like a good f*ck." Victor roars, the veins in his neck popping. His eyes glow like drops of fresh blood. His claws shoot out from his nail beds, and he gets into a defensive stance. He's dead serious about winning.

“We tried. But we lost some. And they have the video.” Alnaldo stopped cold. “What? Dad, what do you mean we lost some? Where’s Victor ? He couldn’t even handle a simple job?” “I’ll have his family’s heads on the floor,” Alnaldo said darkly. “Maybe then he’ll understand how serious the Maradonas are about protecting their name.” “You will do no such thing,” Richard said sharply. “Not now. Not ever.” He stepped closer, voice low but absolute. “All his life, Victor has been cleaning up your messes. And you think you can discard him? He’s your shadow, Alnaldo. You better start acting like someone who deserves that kind of loyalty.”

Willard takes a moment here to study Victor’s reaction to his word, nodding slowly when he sees Victor’s body tense involuntarily. “Then,” Willard continues, “I appreciate your dedication to your renters, Kensington, but I don’t see, really, how your rights come into play.” Victor sees that his hand is being forced. He clenches his fists, placing them on the table before him and leaning his weight onto them. “The persons involved in the assault – Evelyn Ortega, and her sons – they are…important to me,” he says, through gritted teeth. “Why?” Willard enquires, cocking his head innocently though Victor suspects Willard already knows. Or, if he doesn’t, then knows that there is something more at

"Now, what can I do for you that's so important it couldn't wait until I finished drowning my sorrows?" Victor decided to let it go for now. He had an inkling of what was troubling him. "I need you to find someone," Victor said, sliding his phone across the desk. "Roberto Vega." Jordan's eyebrows shot up as he recognized the name. He picked up the phone, studying the image with suddenly sharper eyes. "Roberto? The guy who tried to steal from you years ago? Thought he was dead." "So did I," Victor replied grimly. "But it seems Selena helped him escape execution."

Victor commanded. "I do not know much. Nobody does. He is a ghost. Former Russian intelligence. Built networks across Eastern Europe after the Soviet Union collapsed. Expanded into America through West Ark. Uses the Reyes family and other organizations as infrastructure while staying completely hidden." Carlos pulled out his own phone and showed Victor a photo. "This is the only picture anyone has of him. Taken maybe ten years ago. He could look completely different now."

Natalia apologized, bowing her head. "I'll pardon you since it's your first time here" He stated. "Let's get straight into business. Adrian Ortega is my business rival. Although no one knows, I see him as a threat and I intend to get rid of him. Since you hold a grudge against his woman, that makes us friends, don't you think so?"

“What do we know about him.” “The tattoo on his forearm matches Ortega’s known symbol. Blade wrapped in thorns. He was definitely one of theirs... as we said before." “The dental work... that’s not standard Ortega operation.” “Ortega’s usual men don’t come equipped like this. Either he’s upgraded his resources significantly or this particular man was gotten from somewhere with more sophisticated infrastructure.” “His phone is locked,”Matteo added. "Our tech team is working on it.” “So the phone is likely already clean.”