Vic Fuentes And Kellin Quinn Novels & Stories

"One of the commissioners on the relevant body was a personal friend of Julian's from university. The other received a substantial donation to a named chair at his institution from a Vance Global foundation the following quarter." "And then she brought it to you." "She brought it to Marcus first," Killian said. "Eight months ago. We have spent those eight months building a case that doesn't require a regulator with divided loyalties. We needed a primary source." He paused. "We needed you, Evelyn. Your testimony, your account, your decision to pursue this. Without you, it's a financial analyst and a paper trail. With you—" "It's a crime," I said. "It's a crime," he agreed.

Something unreadable. I leaned against the bar, arching a brow. “Knew what?” His jaw clenched. “That Fuentes was working with the Wilder Cartel.” I exhaled slowly, keeping my expression neutral. “I had my suspicions.” Kael stepped closer, closing the distance between us. “Suspicions don’t win poker games that precisely, dolcezza.” The way he said it, low and rough, sent a shiver down my spine. I lifted my chin. “I did what needed to be done.”

“What is it? Who was that? What did he say?” Liam lowered the phone, turning to face her. His face was pale, his eyes wide with shock and anger. “It was Vance,” he said, his voice shaking. “He’s not working for the shareholders. He’s working for Victor Chen. Kang Jin’s brother. He’s alive, Kayla. He’s back. And he’s coming for us. He sent a cleaning crew to get the Project Reeds hard drive. They’re on their way here right now.” Kayla’s hand flew to her mouth. “Victor Chen? I thought he was dead.”

"Politicians can't oppose her because she knows their secrets. Journalists can't expose her because she sees them coming. Law enforcement can't investigate because she owns half of them and has dirt on the other half. Argus makes her untouchable." "Then how do we stop her?" I asked. Miguel was quiet for a moment. Then he pulled up another file. A photo. Surveillance footage. Grainy but unmistakable. Victor Kaine. Walking into a building. Very much alive. The world tilted. "No," I whispered. "That's impossible. I killed him. There was so much blood." "I know what you think happened," Miguel said gently. "But look at the date stamp. This was taken two days ago. In Switzerland. Outside an Apex

Uncle Quinn and Hunter watch the local news attentively and we all got surprised with what we just heard. “FBI detective Hector Lopez was found shot on the road near Vancouver, he was taken to Vancouver National Hospital, but he didn’t withstand the wounds. According to our sources, there are strong evidence that Quentin Taylor, the victim’s partner, is the author of the crime. The prisoner, Igor Kedrak, involved in a robbery at Center Bank Hall in New York, is now a fugitive.”

Instead, they'd just reminded him exactly why he was dangerous. And now they'd learn what happened when you forgot that some people don't just survive attacks, they came back stronger. ~~~~ Two hours later, we stood in Killian's office watching news vans gather in the street below. The story had broken across every major financial network. *FBI Raids Target Board Members in Corporate Conspiracy,” the headline scrolled across the bottom of the screen. “How long before they arrest Vivian?” I asked. “She's already gone,” Alec said from behind us. “Her private jet left Singapore three hours ago, the destination is still unknown. But we've frozen her accounts, and Interpol has been notified.”

“It’s been identified through dental records. Name: David Quinn. Mid-level manager, US Department of Justice, Office of Legislative Affairs.” Luca froze mid-screw, a coil of copper wire dangling from his hands. “A DOJ manager?” he asked, incredulous. “Not FBI. Not a mob capo. Why would a legislative affairs officer be caught in a firefight between mercenaries and the Vitale family?” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Because he wasn’t just any DOJ manager. He was the mole. He had access to every piece of prosecution intelligence: the final escape plan, the Foundation’s structure, and every piece of intel Maxwell had on us. Silvio didn’t betray us alone—he had Quinn. Or they were partners. Quinn’s insid

He rolls it between his fingers, feeling the cool weight of it. “She’ll wear this,” he murmurs under his breath. “And nothing from my past is taking her from me again.” His phone is already dialing before the thought finishes forming. Mario answers immediately. “Sir.” “Report.” “The sedan was traced. Registered under a private security firm contracted by Quinn Holdings. Driver’s name is Victor Hale. Former military. Clean record. Currently on a private surveillance retainer.” Kain stops walking. “Quinn,” he repeats slowly. “Yes, sir.”

“Then we shut it down. V Corp deserves the truth, not whispers and paranoia.” Confronting the Shadow Back at the penthouse, Chris finally called Lucas with a lead. “I traced the message to a burner phone. It’s tied to someone in Keller’s old network—one of his financial advisors. I think he’s trying to resurface quietly, Lucas.” Lucas’s grip tightened on the phone. “If Keller’s still in play, we need to know what he’s planning.” Chris paused. “There’s one more thing. The advisor? He’s meeting with Mark later this week.”

Follow-up identified the unknown individual as Jessica Chen, investigative journalist. So Kieran had been right. He'd known weeks ago — the vendor threat report with its careful language had told him someone had connected the dots — but this was his team's independent confirmation. Marcus had been using the journalist as a weapon, and now Elliot had both Kieran's file and his own team's evidence pointing at the same thing.