Victor Ortega Novels & Stories

The final financial cutout was taken in Lisbon just after sunrise. Victor’s team moved on a narrow apartment above a closed bakery in the Alfama district. The man inside — a Portuguese intermediary named Rojas who had specialized in dissolving shell entities under pressure — attempted to run the rear staircase and found it already covered. He was brought out in restraints with a laptop and a set of encrypted drives that Victor’s technical people began processing before the plane back to Italy had even reached altitude.

I stare down at her unconscious body, my heart racing as I slowly realise what I’ve done. “Oh my God,” I whisper, covering my mouth with shaking hands. Coach Morgan steps forward, looking down at Leona’s limp form with a raised eyebrow. Then, with a shrug, she spits on the ground next to her. “I told you not to underestimate anyone,” she says, turning to the rest of the group. “Lesson one: respect your opponent.” The crowd is silent, staring at me like I’ve grown another head. My knees threaten to buckle, but I hold myself up. What the hell just happened?

A framed print clattered to the floor. “I built this company with him!” Victor screamed, his face inches from Davidson’s, his breath hot with whiskey and hate. “I was there in the dirt and the oil when you were still a bible-thumping boy in Texas! I earned it! You just spread your legs for it!” Davidson shoved him back, hard. Victor stumbled, crashing into a low-slung sofa. The two men from Volkov watched, impassively, as if observing a mildly interesting sporting event. This was beneath their intervention.

“You will remain my only dealer and I will be your only supply” “Yes sir, I got that” “Si eres amenazado por uno contactame inmediatamente” “If you get threatened by anyone, contact me immediately” “Sure I will” Victor replied “Nosotros comenzamos manana” Romero got up, Victor got up “We begin tomorrow” they both shook hands and Victor left with his men. Victor had suddenly began to feel this confidence that made him begin to feel like he owned the state of Lagos already. Just outside the building as they walked to their car

The flashlight all over and at the end of the day, I was home drinking trying to process the whole thing. Victor doesn’t look like he cares for Luna but suddenly when the crowd came in, he became caring and worried.. Does this mean he is pretending to care for her only with the crowd? This doesn’t make sense at all. My door got opened by my mother walking in like a wounded tigress, “Hi mom,I didn’t….”She didn’t let me finish my statement when she gave me her welcoming slapping. “How dare you Owen? She is already pregnant and married, why are you still flirting with her? Have you lost your home training? Do you want to bring shame to the Ortega?”

It's as if there is a light opening in his eyes. "I did not even realize that you were a couple. I should have guessed! Bonita has seen it immediately. She's good at seeing when people are in love. Did I keep you from your lover all night? I missed Bonita last night but enjoyed our talk, as we have not seen each other for so long. I should have considered you being in a relationship with Olga and the hard day the two of you had," Victor says as soon as the women leave the room. "Our relationship is a bit complicated. I don't want to talk about Olga. She came to train with us one day and never went away. She's a great hunter. She always keeps an open head during a fight. I cannot complain abo

And above all the young male was giving out a lustful energy even though he wasn't doing anything. "Victor, why are you here?" Grace asked readjusting her seat. Victor didn't respond as he walked into the living room more and more. The person was none other than Victor Largo, cousin to Valentine and son to John Largo. "I don't think I need your permission to enter here..." he paused stepping closer and only stopped when he was close enough "I'm only here to ask about Natalia, how is she doing," he asked, his voice deep, giving the promises of lust and desire and at the same time it was dangerous and dark, it was as if Victor has become a completely new person which even Grace have figured wa

The man would only call if it was something important. “What’s going on, Viktor?” I asked, answering the phone. “Boss, you are going to need to turn on the TV or any news channel, now.” He said, making me frown in confusion. Elena took the remote in her hand before turning on the news only for the two of us to frown when we saw a helicopter flying on top of an eye. The eye was burned on the forest floor, and the number of bodies that were on the floor made my chest burn as my heart raced.

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

The moment I walked back into my room, I saw our engagement photo on the mantel. Memories flooded in, damp and relentless. Victor was the orphaned son of one of my father's fallen men. Don Enzo Lombardi took him in and raised him in the family. He was close to me in age. He was born hard, cold by nature, and ruthless in the way he handled things, a mad dog no chain could hold. Yet that same cold-blooded man gave all his gentleness to me.