Vic Fuentes Kellin Quinn Novels & Stories

Xavier’s tone turned icy. Hearing his cold voice, Victor chuckled. "I’m the closest man to Quinny. And who are you?" After ordering, Quinn had gone to the restroom, so she wasn’t back yet. "Who exactly are you?" Who was she with? Just then, Quinn returned and saw Victor answering her phone. She frowned. "Give me the phone."

Ivy was gone, Victor was unhinged, and their lives had narrowed down to one impossible mission: take them down. Killian sat at the small desk his uncle Mark had set up, a laptop open, phone to one ear, and a small stack of folders at his side. Contacts in law enforcement, private investigators, hackers, and local informants filled his call list. Every second felt precious, every connection vital. He moved like a man possessed, dialing numbers, taking notes, and sifting through intelligence.

“Maybe. But if I don’t go, I’ll never know what I am. I’ll never stop Lorne. And I’ll never be free.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You really want to do this?” “Yes.” He grinned. “Then let’s make it messy.” --- Elsewhere… Vincent was already two steps ahead. Sitting in a diner that hadn’t changed since the '80s, he slid a USB across the table to an older woman with sharp eyes and sharper cheekbones. Cassie Crane. Ex-agent. Rogue wolf. And hacker extraordinaire. “You sure you want back in?” he asked.

I remarked, and she scoffed. “Lauren told me that it was Vincent who found her when she was having an episode. So, nope. Vincent wasn’t the trigger.” She replied firmly. “I am glad that you are her friend, Joyce, but this is something that you shouldn’t know. The danger we always sensed around her is ……. Is far more dangerous than we had anticipated,” I spoke in a soft but firm voice, trying to make her understand that more information can put her life in danger. “Do you know that the assassin Lauren killed was from a cult on the dark web?” she asked me while tilting her head a little.

I parked and stayed in the dark for a long time, then I made my way straight into my study and banged the doors shut; the noise echoed down the hallway. Inside the study, I poured myself two shots of whisky from my collection, taking the drink at once as I felt the burning sensation down my chest. On the third shot, I ran my hands across my keyboard, typing Selene's name into my search console. SELENE QUINN The screen flooded with images. There are so many pictures of her in the press interviews. Her name is on the patents, even keynote panels. Thousands of photos of her and Kairo together creating memories.

"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.

One of them is John Quinn. A year ago, he sent an operative to spy on us, which is why I suspect Veronica. Until we establish her innocence, I will keep an eye to make sure that she won’t do anything to harm my friends. Lucas and Katherine suffered enough. They did not deserve what happened to them, and if I can prevent it from happening, I will do it off my own bat. Then, it was Katherine’s turn. The music changed to Elvis’ classic and timeless piece, Can’t Help Falling in Love.

His voice was a low, lethal whisper that made the air in the hallway feel heavy. Carmina did not back down. "Think about it, Killian," she continued, her voice dripping with cold certainty. "She is a Vitiello. Her father trained her well. She played the terrified victim. She won your trust, she got you to loosen her leash, and tonight she saw an opening. She slipped right out the back door while you were distracted." "Shut your mouth," Killian snarled.

“Bullshit! Kensley Quinlan was furious. “When did I even suggest you about such a thing?!” Cristan Gibson took a deep breath before looking at Kensley with a face as pale as paper. “Every time you questioned me, you kept saying I’ll be spared if I claim Sir York and the others are my superiors! “Is that not considered as suggesting? “According to the rules, there’s video footage of every single Golden Cell interrogation! “Everything I say will be proven as soon as we find those!”

"Nobody misses from that close up. You must have stabbed him just before he pulled the trigger." "Do you have anyone else that you trust that can help you?" Zach asked. "Only to a degree," Susan said. "I have a contact in the finance department. She helped me set up a secret account in the Caymans back when we first started having doubts about Quinn." "They'll be able to trace you if you use any accounts that they're aware of," Zach said. "I also have someone in Quinn's office, his executive assistant," Susan said. "I'm not sure how much he really knows or how much Quinn keeps from him, but he's been very helpful. Other than that, nobody."