Victorious Cast Sikowitz Novels & Stories

said Hazel. “I would be angry too. Masayuki called for talk and he had a gun at her temple. My god! You guys must see her in action. Within seconds she was at his throat. He didn’t even know what hit him. You trained her well, Vicktor,” Vito patted Vicktor’s back. “I am not the only teacher. You have taught her how to aim. You saw her aim, her throw was on point. She made Tikhon’s man faint in one hit,” laughed Vicktor.

“You’re going to want to listen to what we have to say, Victor. Or things might get very uncomfortable for you.” Victor paused, eyeing her warily. He knew who she was—Calla’s reputation preceded her. Slowly, he stepped back, crossing his arms. “Fine. Talk.” I stepped forward, my voice steady despite the nerves bubbling inside me. “We know who you’re working for. Charles Sinclair. And we know what he’s been trying to do—what he’s still trying to do. You can either help us stop him, or you can go down with him.”

There was no Isla or Ellis or Noah, just winning this game. “Rowan.” I didn't need to look up to know who it was. It was Victor. He leaned in close, almost sticking his mouth into me ear. I pulled back and stared at him in disgust, but he only smiled. “You good?” he asked, his voice casual and his eyes sharp. “Yeah,” I said. “Why wouldn’t I be?” He smirked. “I didn't think you'd be focused from what happened.” What the hell is this clown talking about now?

“So you’re part of The Circle.” Victor didn’t deny it. Instead, he walked slowly toward the desk. His gaze landed on the open file Lewis had been holding. He sighed quietly. “I see you found the membership records.” Elizabeth spoke firmly. “And we saw the name of the person who betrayed Lewis’s father.” Victor’s eyes flickered briefly. “Did you?” Lewis lifted the file. “Margaret Whitmore.” Victor studied Lewis for a long moment. Then he said something unexpected. “You believe that?”

"This is Danica." Victor stepped forward, his intense gaze locking onto her. For a long, agonizing second, the silence in the room was deafening. But as Danica stood her ground, shoulders back, chin held high with that same fierce dignity she carried onto the ice, something miraculous happened. The rigid, unforgiving lines of my father’s face began to shift. The calculating strategist who had spent weeks trying to dismantle her spirit suddenly softened. It was as if, looking at her up close, he completely forgot about his tactical hatred and the bitter rivalry that had consumed the series. "So," Victor murmured, his voice surprisingly quiet, devoid of its usual cold edge. "The famous Danica

"We'll strike soon. But first, I want to ensure there are no loose ends. Keep an eye on Angelo. He's more resourceful than I initially thought." Nikolai nodded. "Consider it done." Victor dismissed him with a wave of his hand, returning to his desk. As he sat down, he picked up the photograph of Emily again, his eyes narrowing. "Soon," he whispered to the image. "Very soon." The game was in full swing, and Victor Serkov was ready to play his part to perfection. The pieces were moving, and he was determined to come out on top, no matter the cost.

This case is child's play to him. Victory gave out a reluctant sigh as she stood up, straightening the wrinkles from her jacket and walked to the witness stand. After reciting the oath, Harvey prowled towards her and looked at her in the eye. "Miss Sinclair, is it true that you left Mr. Knight at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral on Fifth Avenue, a year and a half ago?" Although Harvey was smiling, his brown eyes were hard and condescending as he faced the billionaire heiress. "Yes." Victory replied. Her complexion had paled considerably, now that she realised all eyes are on her.

Everything that could be moved through black market channels for enormous profit. "We did it," Viktor said, grinning. "Clean intercept. No casualties. No witnesses who can identify us." Enzo felt something unfurl in his chest. Pride. Accomplishment. The first real victory of his life that had nothing to do with Dimitri or his father. "Check the manifests," he ordered. "I want inventory confirmed before we report to Volkov." Viktor moved to comply, and Enzo turned to Isabella. She was smiling, a real smile, not the practiced one she showed the world.

"Victor always did have a flair for the theatrical." "He’s a Fixer for the Vory, Evelyn!" I hissed, grabbing her arm. The silk felt like water under my grip. "This isn't a game. This isn't one of your little power plays to make me jealous or to humiliate the Sterling name. Victor Volkov doesn't leave witnesses, and he doesn't leave partners alive. He sent this to me. He knows who I am. He’s inside your security, and he’s using you as a Trojan horse." Evelyn finally looked at me. She didn't look scared. She looked at me with a profound, soul-deep boredom that cut worse than any blade.

This was war, and the enemy had crossed a line that could never be forgiven. As the security team swept the penthouse, Aaron and Sofia held each other tightly, knowing that the storm was far from over. But they would face it together, no matter the cost. Viktor had failed tonight. But the next time, Aaron vowed, it would be Damon and Volkov who wouldn’t escape.