Novel & Cerita Victorious: Locked Up

"Unfortunately, you severely overestimated the rules of engagement tonight." Victor’s voice cut through the intercom speakers, echoing artificially within the stagnant chamber. "Since I had the audacity to let you step through my doors, I never intended to debate basic shares or real estate. Tonight’s trap is a one-way blind spot." A one-way blind spot? Dominic’s fingers remained locked around hers, refusing to yield a fraction of an inch. With a sudden, explosive surge of force, he hauled her deeper behind his massive frame. His severe, rigid spine acted like an iron wall, entirely severing Victor’s violating stare from her face.

“We knew you found the devices. That’s why we let you think you were winning.” Victor’s smile faded, his jaw clenched. He lunged for Rachel—but she slapped him across the face. “You used me,” she whispered, shaking. “Now I’m using you.” Victor spun, fists up—only for Caleb to land a hard punch directly to his jaw, dropping him to his knees. Security tackled him, cuffing him with reinforced titanium shackles. Victor spat blood onto the marble floor, breathing hard, glaring at the three people standing over him.

It made me angry. Kids and Ryan were cheering for me and It boasted more power in me. Moving further I tried to block him and then lock him so I could win the match. We both intertwined, locking each other blows. It was a deciding moment. Whoever breaks it wins the match. "You think you will be able to get out of my hold," I said to him with a victory smirk as in our locking position we were facing each other. I'm famous for my locking skills. "You will let me go on your own and then I will be the winner," he said with an arrogant smirk.

It was a date he had repeated with a dark, solemn pride. Her fingers hovered over the keys. She entered the sequence: 0912. The keypad beeped once, a harsh, red light flashing. Access Denied. A cold sweat broke out on the back of her neck. She had only two more attempts before the lockbox permanently locked down, sending a silent, automated alert directly to Victor’s phone.

"Richard has unlimited resources. Political connections. Law enforcement on his payroll. He can make you all disappear without anyone asking questions." "Then we release his information. Expose him like we exposed everyone else." "You cannot. Victor encrypted Richard's files separately. Different system. Different password. And Victor is the only one who can access them." Victoria met my eyes. "Victor is missing. Has been for two weeks. I think Richard already has him. I think they are torturing him for the password. And when they get it, they will kill him and everyone he loves." "Do you know where Victor is being held?"

"The doctors said you needed rest, Alexander. Your stitches are still healing from that gunshot wound." "I've rested enough," he growled softly, his thumb moving slowly over my bottom lip with a dominant, heavy pressure. "Gideon Ross is locked in a maximum-security prison for life, Victor and Eleanor are ruined, and the global empire is safe. The only thing I care about protecting right now is you."

Book Two: Fight or Flight Sweat dripped into Ash's eyes, momentarily obscuring his opponent. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs from the last punch he took. He ducked another jab and hit his opponent with a series of strikes to the side and back that brought grunts of pain from his opponent. Van Koslov, otherwise known as The Brick, went down onto one knee, panting.

He has no idea at all but chooses the first reason that comes to his mind. 'It's definitely because of the tequila.' he mentally noted whilst choking the guy and felt a hand grab his wrist and tug him upward. "Calm down now, Allen. Get yourself together!" "He started it!" He pointed at the person who was lying limp on the floor. "I know, but you've given his medicine, so calm down." Allen was still breathing heavily when he pulled his arm as he searched for Primo. His gaze wandered around until it landed on his, and they locked eyes for a moment before groping his wrist and yanking him out of the bar.

Irritation flashed across his face as it dawned on him that Victory is not planning to stop from punching him anytime soon. Swiftly, he captured both of her wrists and pulled them apart. "Stop it!" He hissed, staring daggers at her. He is not a violent man and he draws the line at hitting women but he refuses to be a punching bag. Refusing to yield, Victory squirmed as she tried to free her hands from Arthur's ironclad grip. However, all her efforts were in vain, for it seems his hold on her is impregnable. The elevator finally dinged, arriving at Arthur's floor and the doors parted to allow them access into the corridor.

I didn't even pause at the door so how did he manage to get it so fast. "What you just have to know is that Kennedy's work name is swift and that is because he's fast at everything especially theft abd breaking into things. He's one of the very best at what he does, taking your phone was a little challenge for him. Anyway now that your plan failed, what is it gonna be?" "What else? Isn't it glaring you won?" "What are you insinuating Mami?" I asked excitedly, Victory sure had a pleasant taste and I was reeling in it.