Victorious: Locked Up Novels & Stories

“Sir, you need to see this. Victoria has released a statement." He showed me a video posted to an anonymous website thirty minutes ago. Victoria appeared on screen, professionally filmed, completely composed. "Marcus Lothan, Emily Zhou, congratulations on your legal victory. You've proven that wealth and media manipulation can overcome criminal behavior. Well done. However, our business isn't finished. You destroyed one facility. I have eleven more, each continuing Genesis research you can't stop. And Marcus, I have something you'll want back. Watch carefully." The camera panned to show Catherine Lothan, restrained in a chair, looking defiant.

DAMIAN'S POV The walls of my cell felt colder as I paced back and forth, the weight of everything pressing down on me. Victor, Isla, and Daniel thought they had won. They believed they had the upper hand, with the incriminating evidence in their possession, but they didn’t know what I had planned. They were too eager, too quick to celebrate their small victories. They had no idea what kind of game they were really playing. It wasn’t over—not by a long shot.

The only light comes from the dim glow of the city through the cracks. Victor is sitting on the floor, his back secured to the heavy cast-iron bedpost. His hands and ankles are bound with thick plastic zip-ties. A white cloth is shoved in his mouth, muffling his furious, panicked grunts. James is leaning against the wall, his Glock resting casually against his thigh. He looks at me and nods. "Take the gag out," I command, pulling my burner phone from my pocket and hitting the record button. James steps forward and yanks the cloth out of Victor's mouth.

“I’ll take her to the council cells. She’ll stay there until the trial.” “And after that?” Victor’s expression didn’t shift. “More than likely… she’ll get a stake to the heart.” I nodded slowly. I should’ve felt more, but all I felt was… relief. The threat was finally over. Victor looked at me again, his eyes more knowing than I liked. “Looks like you won in the end,” he said. There was no bitterness in his voice. Just quiet resignation. “Congratulations.” And with that, he vamp-sped out of the boutique, Emorie’s limp body in tow, gone in a blink.

Connection terminated. Every keystroke felt like a hammer blow. The override sequence he had memorized years ago, the master key designed to save the syndicate in the event of a full government raid was dead. Rejected. The system didn't just fail; it actively mocked him, locking out his biometric signatures one by one. The northern warehouses containing three years' worth of armaments, the encrypted laundering channels through Zurich, the safehouses harboring his secondary lieutenants, all of them were dark. Victor hadn't just stolen the keys; he had rewritten the locks while Dante was washing the blood off his hands in the van.

Silence. Dead. Heavy. Victor’s finger rested on the trigger. Lina couldn’t breathe. Adrian stood frozen— Every muscle in his body tense. “Don’t,” he said again. Low. Deadly. Victor smiled faintly. “And why not?” Adrian’s eyes darkened. “Because if you do…” A pause. “You won’t walk out of here.” Victor chuckled softly. “You still think you’re in control.” Lina’s heart pounded wildly.

"And I'm lucky to get TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you. Thank you for bringing out the best in me..." Athena detached from him and ran towards the boat, shouting happily. "Hurry up, babe! Show me what you got!" Terrence watched his wife, smiling as he thought. 'From the moment that my eyes fell on you, I have known that you are mine, Athena Stanford Adams. Even if you became Zenith Monroe, you are still bound to be mine...' *** THE END *** Kindly leave you reviews please.

Alexander slid off his lover’s lap and turned to Dani, “when did the Alert show up and what time the breach of security is.” “The Alert came three minutes ago, and it warned of intense heat being applying to the smart lock next to the house.” Dani quickly replied with all the information she had. “Heat, as in someone applying fire to the lock?” Noah questioned. “Yes, that is what the Alert stated. We need to get out there before they melt off the top of the lock.” Dani said as she quickly opened the closet door and picked up a gun from the top shelf, as soon as the firearms were delivered she quickly applied her knowledge to get quickly used to using weapons, now she’s good but there was a l

As he watched the men wrestle with the rifle, she was frozen to the spot, unable to move. Eric was a formidable opponent, perhaps more so than Aiden had anticipated. His reflexes were lightning quick. He made a tremendous strike, slamming his elbow into Aiden's nose and causing him to lose control of his hands. Eric snatched a terrified Sydney and wrapped his arm over her neck. Using her as a shield in front of him. "Get out of my way or I'll shoot her right now!" Eric yelled. His eyes were wild, as if he were a cornered animal attempting a frantic escape.

“Cuff him and get him in the van. Now.” Two policemen came forward, seized Victor violently, and fastened handcuffs around his wrists. He didn't fight back, but his gaze was fixed on Roman and me, a silent vow gnawing in the back of his mind. His voice was low but vicious as he muttered, "This isn't over." Roman took a step forward, his face as icy as ice. “Oh, it’s over. You just don’t realize it yet.” With a metallic clang, the doors of a police van slammed shut as Victor was pushed into the rear.