Vic Fuentes And Kellin Quinn Novels & Stories

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I dragged a palm down my face before picking it up. “This is Killian,” I said without checking the caller ID. “We’ve confirmed it.” The voice belonged to Dane, one of our internal security analysts who had been working round the clock ever since the infiltration. “The mole has been identified.” My steps slowed to a halt. I stepped outside the room, quietly pulling the door shut behind me before asking, “Who?” There was a beat of silence, and then he spoke, “Victor Wynn.” It felt like my spine snapped straight. “Victor? Are you sure?”

But that night, in the quiet of our room, with the house finally still and the garden below dark, I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my husband. "Tell me," I said. Lucian set the envelope on the bed between us. "Her name," he said, "is Helena Voss." I did not recognise it. "She was Armand Reyes's partner. Not romantically — professionally. She was the intelligence architect behind everything he built for the past fifteen years." He paused. "Reyes is dead. He was killed in São Paulo eighteen months ago, before you and I were — before any of this. But the people who funded his operation are not dead. They have simply been waiting to see what I would do with the evidence I gathered."

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.

“Thank you, Caitlin, and thank you all for your trust. I will do everything I can to lead the Yuncey Group forward, to ensure we rise again from these trials, stronger and united.” Applause roared again. The leadership transition was now complete. With Caitlin at the helm, Kelvin would represent Yuncey in meetings with the CL Group to negotiate the acquisition. Meanwhile, the news broke like wildfire. Media outlets, already tipped off, swarmed the entrance of the Yuncey Group headquarters. When Quill was escorted out in cuffs—ear bandaged, face bloodied—the cameras exploded in flashes. **#Quill Arrested for Arson and Murder** **#Ingram Fire: The Truth Revealed**

"This represents a fifteen-year campaign of revenge that nearly destroyed an innocent woman and a company that employs thousands of people." The screen switched to show recent photos of me, Adrian, and Jennifer. "We've also learned that Adrian Gonzalez and Jennifer Walsh, Nichole's close friend, were instrumental in uncovering this conspiracy. Their investigation led to the discovery of Vincent's hidden properties and ultimately to Nichole's rescue." Sarah looked directly into the camera again. "The search for Vincent Reeves continues, with federal authorities now involved in the manhunt. If you have any information about his whereabouts, please contact law enforcement immediately." The news

"I'm Valeria Montecillo, daughter of Celeste Montecillo. I have proof of corruption in MonteTech. I have proof of illegal smuggling of tech, murder… terror." A sudden silence. An agent stepped forward. "You're requesting witness protection?" She nodded her head. She pulled out a flash drive with blood on it—the last copy from the vault. "I'm calling for action. I want Sebastian Virelli found. And when you do…" Her voice broke like thunder. "You bury him." INT. KC'S OFFICE — LATE NIGHT Files littered his desk—photos, court reports, digital forensic maps. Kc hadn't slept in two days. His stubble had become a beard, his eyes bloodshot, but fire still burned in them.

That other agent with him had been murdered for what he’d seen, and Mitch would have been next. It’d been the catalyst for all that had happened, commencing his next two years of hell. “Wait a minute. Q-Vac is the corporation you alluded to in your articles?” His voice was rough, his heart thundering. “Well . . .” Justine glanced quickly at Devlin. “Yes. I named them yesterday.” And he’d been so busy breaking into the FBI’s computer, he hadn’t read the paper.

The sleek, glass-and-steel lobby was a chaotic scene of seized hard drives, forensic teams, and a growing mob of reporters. In the command center of QS Holdings, Davina Quinton stood alongside Olivia Reed and Cassie Knox. The data recovered from the Wisteria dockside server was the final nail in the coffin. It didn't just link Aegis to the Vance Syndicate; it provided a direct map of the Connors' decades-long money laundering operation.

He picked up his secure tactical communication pad from the dining counter, his long fingers rapidly typing out an encrypted link bypass. "I already opened a private channel to the FUTA pack administrative core," Kaelen rumbled, turning the blue-glowing screen toward me. "Victor is an Alpha, but he is also a tactician. He knew exactly what Susan was capable of. He kept you hidden not because he was ashamed of your wolf, but because he knew the regional alliance boards were monitored by Bryce’s specialized tracking units." A sharp chime cut through the stillness of the penthouse as the digital link connected.

She didn't know that her world was still in danger. Then Damian nodded. "Do it." The next morning, Julian made calls. Journalists. Bloggers. Social media influencers. Anyone who could spread the story. He didn't sleep. He didn't eat. He just kept making calls. His voice was hoarse by the end of the day. Within hours, the news was everywhere. "Elias Kael. Secret partner to Victor Thorne. Funded a criminal empire. Betrayed his own family. Attempted to murder his own niece."