Victor Ortega Novels & Stories

He laughed at my question and shook his head. "Such a waste of time for suing them." I guess that's my cue to not ask more questions. I rather not get on his bad side today. "You'll go with Diego today, I'll be observing you from afar." He said and I nodded. He left me in his office alone as I kept looking at the pictures. My eyes widened when I saw the man who created the FL-2020. It's Victor Mendez. Victor Mendez is known to be the next Elon Musk of the technology world. He's known not only in Europe but in America too. So he stole this idea from Adrian huh?

“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."

“That SUV? It’s not just anyone’s. It’s registered under a company. And guess who owns the company?” “Who?” Miguel demanded. Leo’s voice was tense. “A man named Victor Alvarez.” Miguel’s brows pulled together. “Never heard of him.” Camila froze, her hand on the gun. “I have,” she said quietly. Miguel looked at her sharply. “Who is he?” Camila’s eyes were cold as ice. “A ghost. A killer. A man you don’t cross.” Miguel’s voice was steel. “Then he just crossed me.”

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."

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.

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?"

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?”

I say. "Well, if she's a good fighter, she's a good lover. I will know because Bonita is one of the best fighters and lovers I ever had. I think all that fighting makes them very flexible," Victor winks. I do not know what to say because I do not know if Olga is a good lover. I smile and nod.