Vic Fuentes And Kellin Quinn Novels & Stories

Then he started laughing in a bitter, angry sound. "Clever," he said. "Very clever." "What?" Sandra demanded. "Kelvin didn't betray you to Pierce He betrayed both of us to the federal government." Victor pointed at the screen . "This is his real play let us take the girl, let them and his men fight, then bring in federal authorities to arrest everyone involved. He walks away as the whistleblower who helped bring down criminal organizations on both sides." Sandra felt her carefully constructed plan collapsing. "We need to move. Now."

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.

The third message in the chain was from Vincenzo. “Vasquez has gone to ground. The last confirmed location was the south corridor three weeks ago. His primary civilian connection is a woman named Willow, currently residing at the address attached. She served time for him eight years ago. He trusted her enough to let her take charge, if he contacts anyone from his previous life it will be her requesting approval to establish proximity.” I read that three times. Requesting approval to establish proximity. He had sent a formal request to his capo to move in next door to me.

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."

I pushed open the door, expecting to see Damian or one of his associates. Instead, Killian De Fuentes sat at the table, looking up with that same warm, genuine smile from the night before.

“Just… tell me she’s really safe. Like, truly safe.” “She is,” Victor confirmed, his voice unwavering. “My word. But that word means nothing if you don’t trust me enough to be honest now.” He nodded, running a hand through his hair. “Alright. So, Kevin’s got intelligence on our main routes for… everything. He’s got the drop points, the schedules, even the dummy corporations we use for invoicing. He’s got details on the safe houses for our… less-than-legal personnel. Addresses, access codes, even blind spots in the security systems for three of them. Your personal ledger, even a copy of it, was on that phone. He’s got names of people high up in the city council, the cops, the judges… how much