Vic Fuentes And Kellin Quinn Novels & Stories

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

"Multiple individuals detained, including confirmed positive identification of Viktor Kessel himself." Elena felt overwhelming, disbelieving relief crash through her entire exhausted system. "They have him," she said, tears gathering unexpectedly as months of frustrated pursuit finally, properly concluded. "Damian, they actually have him." "Confirmed," Priscilla's voice carried through their connection moments later, exhaustion and genuine triumph both evident despite her attempt at professional composure. "Viktor Kessel is in custody, Elena. This particular threat has finally, properly been neutralized." Viktor's formal interrogation, conducted over the following days through proper Slovak

"We've found something." I grab it, flipping it open. Inside, a personnel file. Military history. Private security contracts. "Vincent Reyes." Rivera taps the photo of a hard-faced man with military-short hair. "Ex-special forces. Currently employed by a private security firm that caters to high-net-worth individuals. His last client is a Claudia Romanov who we believed has history with Marco Valdez.” "And?" "He resigned without notice the day after your wife's plane went down," Calloway says. "Closed his bank accounts. Disconnected his phone. He’s gone off the grid."

Alejandro answered as Marco Conti opened the file fully. Alejandro continued without pause, "Three FBI agents, two federal prosecutors, and a financial crimes analyst all reached the same set of shell companies," the room tightening almost imperceptibly. "One was reassigned. One retired. Three died shortly after contact." The words settled without movement from anyone in the room while Agent Luca's gaze moved between both of them. "Coincidence," Marco Conti said, not looking up from the file. "All of them were removed after getting close to Camela Vercelli's trail," Alejandro answered immediately as Marco Conti closed the file fully.

"That case was long closed, man. Do not underestimate my idol. He was the most powerful lawyer in the country, and I heard that the man who asked to kill his wife was killed but the paid assassin was in jail before twenty-four hours of his wife's death." "And it wasn't publicized?" "Fuentes is known to be elusive, and they are not into showbiz why do they have to publicize things?" "Okay, thanks, man." "No problem," and the call ended already. He couldn't ask for more, still. "Why didn't she tell me her mother's case was long close? She did not correct me from believing that her mother was already given justice." He whispered. He accidentally clicked on information and saw some personal info