Victorious: Locked Up Novels & Stories

But before he could fire Alexander kicked his wrist. The gun flew across the ground. Victor cursed. Alexander grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the container. Hard. The metal wall shook from the impact. Victor groaned. Alexander pressed the barrel of his gun directly against Victor’s chest. Their faces inches apart. Victor’s breathing slowed. Then he smiled again. “You won.” Alexander’s voice was quiet. “Yes.” Victor chuckled weakly. “But you still don’t understand.” Alexander’s eyes narrowed. “Understand what?”

I was shaking—for my life, for my baby… for him. After three complete loops around his torso, only a short length of chain remained. Emma raised the lock. One snap, and we were finished. Victor watched intently, a cruel gleam lighting up his eyes. He was savoring every moment, eagerly waiting for Maximus to break, to scream in terror as payback for what Maximus had done to him. That creepy smile on his face made my skin crawl all over again. But I couldn’t let it end like this. I forced myself through the fear, through the suffocating trauma, and acted.

At that moment, court officers rushed forward and restrained them. The courtroom doors suddenly opened, and two police officers in uniform appeared at the entrance. "Aurora Sterling. Kieran Holt. You are both under arrest on suspicion of attempted murder. Please come with us." Aurora’s face turned paper white. She collapsed in front of me, her eyes red as she clutched my hand tightly. "Rowan, can’t we talk this through? As long as you withdraw the case, I’ll give you whatever amount you want. Please…"

Ryan's face hardened. He didn't even look at me. His voice was ice. "Lock her in the west wing's silver cell. She doesn't leave until I say so."

Before I was released, they had warned me to stay quiet and hit me with a chair. Noticing the blood dripping onto the car seat, I panicked. I bent down and wiped the seat with my sleeve. "I'm sorry, Mr. Morris. I didn't mean to dirty your seat. I'll clean it up right away." Seeing me desperately wipe the seat, he frowned. "Grace, how did you become like this?" I forced a smile. He was the one who had locked me in the basement and subjected me to cruel, inhumane treatment. I was forced to become obedient and submissive, stripped of all the illusions I once held about him. And then he questioned why I became like this.

“The cops have surrounded the building. It will be difficult to move out.” “Freeze!” we turn to see Luc, James, and two cops standing with guns held out. *** Luc’s POV I see Lia been held at gunpoint. Is that blood at the corner of her mouth? My blood boils at that sight. “Isabella, Diaz, leave Lia,” I warn at them. Diaz breaks down suddenly. “Why Luc? Why are you always siding her? Why is she so special? Why can’t you see me that way?” Her eyes are shining crazily. I am a bit afraid if she harms Lia.

He convulsed, the drive skidding across the floor. Lila’s team swarmed, cuffs snapping. Victor’s eyes met mine, defeated but venomous. “You’ll never..” Elena’s boot silenced him. “We already did.” 8:00 p.m. – Victory The FBI took Victor—really took him, no moles, no escapes. The drive was dead, my virus purging its secrets. The bounty was gone, the world’s narrative ours: VASQUEZ FAMILY SAVES CITY. LANG EMPIRE FALLS.

She had already known one of her captors was Viktor Dashkov and now The Damien Dashkov was present too. Bloody bastard. She would kill him personally. she thought about all the nearly impossible ways she could get a dagger to push throuh his heart. She kept her eyes slightly open as she watched the scene before her. Damien was reasonably to the front, his back towards her, talking to a Viktor, his weapon hanging from the back of his baggy jeans. Pity, he would die by the bullet of his own gun. Confidence was over radiating her brain. Jasmne ntentional bumped onto one the men holding her up, trying as much as possible to feel as much of him as she could, checking for carelessly kept weapons.

Liberty pleaded, "Please," as she fought to free herself from his grip. Don't murder me, okay? As Aric let the words sink in, he was brought back to the present. His back collapsed as he took stock of the destruction he'd wreaked. As he heard her breaths becoming shallow again, he rushed back to her side to examine the cuts on her neck and gently move her hands out of the way. To think on his feet, he bent down and licked the cut, feeling encouraged to see it begin to close.

Terror surged through me when I realized all this. No. I couldn't be locked up here… I had wanted to finalize the divorce tomorrow… Forcing myself to calm down, I softened my tone and pleaded with Zane. "Fine, I did it. I admit my mistake and swear I'll never try to hurt her again. Can you please let me go?" However, as the words left my lips, the last lock clicked into place. Once Zane was sure I had absolutely no way of escaping, he abruptly threw the keys aside. Then, he cupped my face in his hands. His bloodshot eyes burned with an anger I had never seen in him before.