Victor Van Dort の小説・ストーリー

"Uncle Victor, can you stay please because I want to ask you something?" Victor closed the door after his wife, and he walked over to the bed. Prince Willem stared at Victor, and he asked. "Are you from the Netherlands?" Victor nodded his head, and he replied. "Yes, your Highness, I am from the Netherlands, and my wife informed me that you were here. I understand why because one of my brothers got injured in the car crash, and my dad told me that he wants to see me." Prince Willem knew that Victor was telling the truth, and he spoke.

“He’s… from New York. For the ‘Strategic Alliance’ position.” I turned, a small smile on my lips. Another of the old Commission’s clumsy matchmaking attempts. “Send him in.” The man who walked in was tall, dressed in a perfectly tailored Tom Ford suit. The most striking thing about him were his eyes—a rare, unforgettable shade of violet. Dante. Don of the New York Vitale family. A man rumored to be as ruthless as he was powerful. His gaze swept the room, then landed on me. He took a slow breath, as if tasting the air.

Carissa gently helped Violet to a chaise lounge, settling her down. "Thank Isaac for me, but I won't guess. Just tell me—who did you see?" "Victor!" Violet's eyes went wide, possibly from the alcohol, though it could have been from the sheer shock of what she was about to say. "Yes, it was Victor, the Sandoria marshal. And not just one, there were several Victors." "Several Victors, or several people who looked like Victor?" Carissa pressed her hand to Violet's forehead. "How much did you drink to get this drunk?"

‌ “Niels Van Dort.” ‌ Gustav muttered the name as he saw his picture closely. His eyebrows furrowed upon noticing that man wore a lanyard with Autoekomsten’s logo over his chest. The gray-haired man smirked. “Oh, so you worked with Kevin as well. Hmmm… this would be easier.” ‌

Before anyone could say anything, the ballroom opened and Viktor and the other ranks were dragged inside. They were barely hanging on to life and I had to force myself to look even though I felt the urge to vomit. I didn’t want to seem weak like the sight of seeing someone like that affected me. I willed myself to keep a straight face as they were dragged to where Nikolai was. Viktor was shirtless, his tattoos severed by the cuts on his chest. One of his eyes was missing and his arms were in a weird way like they had been broken a couple of times. The other rank was in the same state as Viktor but better.

“Carter is in. The shipments will be arriving soon. I don’t know what you said to him but it worked. “ Of course, it fucking worked. I was the most powerful and dangerous man in New York. A lot of his actions were motivated by fear. I was unforgiving and everybody knew it. Carter was smart to accept my escorts, drinks, and deals. “Be ready for him and be careful. “ “What did you do? Apologize? “ “I don’t apologize to anyone. He was happy with the girls you sent and drinks. All I had to do was stroke his ego by telling him he has the best ammo and product in the business. “ “Okay. Where are you? I thought you would want to see this shipment for yourself. It is the biggest one yet. Is there so

After all, I had witnessed him murder Elijah with his bare hands. I knew too well what a weakness Roberta was to Vincenzo, and I was lucky… no, smart enough to milk it for everything that there was to it. However, he believed that Roberta and his two loud ass children were dead, and that might have suggested to a few other people that he was weakened by grief, but I knew that it only meant that there was nothing holding him back. Vincenzo was smart. He was smarter than all the men I had ever met in my life. It was why I admired him. I was certain that after defying death, he would want to return to rain carnage on everything and everyone who wronged him.

I asked, keeping my tone measured, slow, and entirely unhurried because I needed to anchor him before he spun out of control. I heard him draw in a sharp, ragged breath, the sound of paper rustling in the background indicating he was moving around a room. "His name is Victor Vance," he whispered, the name sounding foreign and heavy as it spilled through the small speaker. "You won't find him in the standard news, Hailey, because he doesn't want to be found. He is one of the oldest and wealthiest private collectors in Europe, a man who has spent the last three decades funding illegal genetic research through a dozen different shell corporations."

Cross's third letter still open, the handwriting at the bottom. He was quiet for a long time. "No," he said. Just that. "Dante—" "No." He looked at me now, giving off the energy of the controlled calm of a man who had heard something and assessed it and returned his verdict. "Victor has been with me for fifteen years. He was with me when Gerald had me declared dead. He was with me in three countries while I rebuilt from nothing. He is the reason I have an operation at all." "I know," I said.

He’s six feet one. “Hi, I noticed you two when you got in. I was hesitant to come over here at first but I just had to after a few drinks. I’m Victor by the way”. He reached for my hand but I just stared at it for a minute when Vlad pinched my leg and it shook me off my zone. I reached for his hand and shook it but never said a word. “Nice meeting you Victor. I’m Vlad and this is my best friend, Davin. I need to go to the men’s room so I’ll leave you to it Victor my man!”