Vic Fuentes 2024 Novels & Stories

"Figuratively." "Literally?" His eyes searched mine, too knowing. "This town... whispers travel. American couple, running. Missing women back home." Heart pounding, I sat up, cum trickling down my thigh. "What do you know?" He shrugged, but his hand stayed on my hip. "Enough to help. For a price. Or... for you." Leverage. Perfect. "Tell me more. While you touch me again." He grinned, fingers sliding between my legs, dipping into the mess. "Another man Victor? Connected to cartels. Dead now, they say. But his network... V3? That's Marco Ruiz. Local fixer. Hired for jobs like yours."

“Holy fuck. Seriously? No way.” Vicente says with a smile on his face as he looks to Luis for confirmation. Luis smiles and nods to him. “You are a legend. Dude do you even know who this lady is?” “Of course, I do.” Luis says and he winks to Veronica. “I’m already impressed. Sorry didn’t mean to cut you off but I got a little starry eyed.” Veronica chuckles and says “It’s okay really. So, I have been doing deep dives into both my mafia family and the cartel. We were coming back to deal with an issue with my mafia family. Actually, Hector, would you grab those 7 files please?”

“Continue monitoring. I want to know if there are any signs of these funds moving to trigger further destabilization.” I then sent out a secure memo to the crisis team, summarizing the findings: “Critical update: Global Ventures LP is the conduit for enemy funding. Key individual: Mr. Vasile Popescu. Evidence includes synchronized transfers, encrypted memos referencing ‘Phase Two consolidation,’ and public records linking Popescu’s alliance with offshore entities. Immediate action required to disrupt these channels.” I leaned back, taking a deep breath. This revelation was explosive. It meant that not only were external forces at work, but there were insiders—people we trusted—being co-opted

Alexander stood by the fireplace, his rifle gone, his hands in his pockets, his gaze soft as it moved over us; his family, forged in blood and fire. Victor was gone. Truly gone. The black-site had become his tomb, the FBI’s cleanup crew finding his body in the cell; poisoned, a cyanide capsule hidden in a molar, his final act of control. The drive was ash, its secrets purged by Marco’s virus. Harlan’s mole network was dismantled, the bounty erased, the deepfakes overwritten with truth: LANG SUICIDE. VASQUEZ HEROES VINDICATED. The world had turned, hashtags trending with our names in light, not shadow.

• 01:12 – Interpol sent an alert for unknown people tied to Carter company, Vantage Capital, and three island trusts. The dark web was wild. VantageVault had a top thread—12,000 replies: “FIND MAYA TORRES – DEAD OR ALIVE” Bounty: $500K alive, $250K for proof. Paid in crypto or bonds. A fake video of me tied with the red ribbon sold for crypto in a minute. Someone shared a 3D face model—“Ghost Star Experience”—already 3,000 downloads. CNN: “SEX RING LINKED TO BILLIONAIRE DAMIAN CARTER—47TB LEAK SHOWS YEARS OF ABUSE”

Four days later, Linda met with Versa again to give him the information he was asking for. “I found out from his relatives that Philip Alvarez died on April 2015. And the cause of his death was tuberculosis.” The girl said to him, which surprised the old detective and could not believe what he found out. “Are you certain? then, i'm right that he used another name. Do you also know what his real identity is?” “Yes, sir.” In response, she handed a flyer to the detective. “What is this?” confused, he says. “He is Rico Vilafuente, one of the top wanted criminals listed in 2013. He is now involved in multiple crimes. Just like homicide, kidnapping, drug trafficking, assault, statutory rape, bribe

His voice came with a crack with each word as he sat. "Just like that?" I asked as I sat forward. "You need to look around for any trace of Wu-" Fred whispered in my ear as black eye crossed his legs. Ricardo Villanueva Sanchez. "But we need more than just that information" He said as Tessa was about to reach for the envelope, in the excitement of having enough to put him away this time but then she paused. "The fbi, huh?" He asked. We had given them new information that the fbi was unto them, in a way of securing our own end of the deal. Tessa did. But he obviously wanted more.

It was just impossible. I folded my legs as I ran tracer programs through black market data dumps, then I filtered traffic through burner VPNs and eveb pushed access points into dark web forums, where I was surprised to find a few hits. But none of them seemed useful. There was a Hector Alonzo in Panama who died in 1993, and another in Venezuela who was currently serving time in jail for arms trafficking. But neither of them matched what I was looking for.

Vivian said, pointing to a small service vehicle parked behind the hotel. Two minutes later we were driving through the narrow streets of Florence, another safe house compromised, another close call that shouldn't have been close at all. "How?" Vivian asked as she navigated through early morning traffic. It was the question I'd been asking myself for days now, and the answer was becoming increasingly unavoidable. "Someone's feeding them information," I said. "Someone who knows our movements, our locations, our plans." "Victor's back in Mexico," Vivian said. "And he's been with you for eight years. His loyalty is beyond question."

“Then disappeared with it?” “That is what the records indicate.” I looked toward the frozen surveillance image of Marcus Vane. “And now Victor’s former security chief has my father.” “We know Marcus removed him,” Jonathan said. “We do not yet know where he took him or under whose instructions.” “Victor might be alive?” “As far as official records show, Victor Hale has lived outside the United States for several years,” Thomas answered from the screen. “Where?” “Primarily Switzerland and Monaco. There are also travel records through the Caribbean and Singapore.”