Victorious Cast Sikowitz Novels & Stories

“Neither do I.” A pause. Then he laughs, shaking his head. “You’re dangerous, Rosie. I like that.” I straighten, victorious. “So, we have a deal?” He lifts his glass in a silent toast. “We have a deal.” Satisfaction hums in my veins. This time, Sancia won’t escape. This time, she’ll die. Viktor’s eyes glint with intrigue as he sets his glass down with a soft clink. The weight of his attention is unnerving, but I hold my ground. He’s sizing me up, waiting for me to crack under the pressure of his scrutiny.

“At all.” His eyes slowly widened. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “How do you know?” “Sylvia told me.” His jaw dropped open. “Sylvia? Violet told Sylvia?” “Yes,” I said. “They talked about it.” Victor stared at me for a long moment, like he was processing a foreign language. Then he exhaled shakily. “Wow,” he murmured. “So she’s… free.” I shrugged. “Pretty much.” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “Okay. Okay. So what do I do now? How do I fix this?” He looked genuinely lost. “How do I win her back?”

I wondered if he kissed his wounds like I had Declan’s scars, hoping that the power of love alone could turn back time. The bare concrete suite was strangely overcrowded. Huge jars of preserves, salted meats, and grains were stacked high in a long, shelved unit that stretched back longer than I could even see. To my surprise, I saw Viktor standing talking to some of the Rogues. His white shirt was pristine, his muscular shape on full display. He wore a triumphant smile, re-enacting the way he had opened the safe, his fingers quick and diverting as the Rogues ate up his act. Including Fabian and others who had sought to overthrow Declan and begged for forgiveness.

"Did I win?" Damian’s face broke into a small smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes, still heavy with worry. "You did," he said, his voice full of pride. "You won. You beat Victor. You exposed him for everything he is. You showed the world that it’s not just about winning—it’s about integrity. You did it, Sierra."

Past Victor listened to Viviana on the phone, her voice dripping malice as she said everything about Dominic's hideout. It was a perfect plan that was exactly laid down, and Victor was satisfied. He felt very proud of himself because there was a brilliant way in which he managed to impose Viviana into Dominic's team. It had in fact been a risk that had brought its reward now that he, Victor, was in the position to strike right where he wanted.

Max let a low knowing laugh bubble in his throat before he offered his elbow, to which Vic rolled her eyes and marched out of the cabin without waiting for her escort. Vic ended up waiting for Max outside the security entrance for Volkov’s main living area because she didn’t have any identification. She followed behind him as they approached Volkov’s office and felt her heart fall into her stomach as they entered and looming directly behind Volkov was Rowan and Rocco. Their lack of expression gave away nothing, but Vic could swear she saw the fire of rage in Rowan’s eye as he let his eyes subtly flick up and down her body. Max stepped to the side and gently pushed Vic toward the desk where

Pulling his headphones out, he looked towards Cyrus and I, "Do I wanna know?" Cyrus' growl faded out as he shook his head, "Don't even waste your time." He hummed as he glanced over at Sarah, "Hello, beautiful." Sarah smiled back flirtatiously, "Finally, someone who appreciates such a sight." Cyrus and I scoffed simultaneously before we headed towards the door. Josh stepped out of the way as we passed, Cy's emotionless voice speaking, "I'd make sure she has her shots before she gives you something."

Damian exited slowly, alone, hands raised to show he wasn’t armed — or at least, not visibly. From the shadows emerged a tall man in a tailored suit. It was Klaus Richter himself. Behind him, heavily armed guards fanned out, their rifles aimed directly at Damian. “You’re braver than I expected, Cavendish,” Richter said, his German accent thick. “Or perhaps more foolish.” “Where’s Victor?” Damian asked calmly. Richter gestured, and two guards dragged a barely conscious Victor into the open. His face was bruised, but his eyes still burned with defiance.

"Chest shot. Not heart. He’s in a coma. Has been for 2 days." I closed the file. "Keep this quiet." "Already is. But he has friends. And when he wakes up, he’ll want you." Viktor left. Matteo found me 10 minutes later. "You look pale." "Luca’s alive." His jaw tightened. "Then we kill him again." "No. We let him wake up. And we make him watch us win." --- *Thursday. 2am. Santori hit.* We did it clean. 12 Santori men. No civilians.