Vic Fuentes Kellin Quinn Novels & Stories

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.

From a shell corporation I recognize from Elena's files. Bloodline Project funding. "I have him," I say. "Financial connection. Communication intercept. He's the mole." Neah straightens. "What do we do with him?" "That's not my call." Liam enters. Jax behind him. "You found him?" "Vance Kellan. Beta of Coastal Watch. Recruited by the Project eighteen months ago. Just transmitted our false intel to a Bloodline relay station." Liam's expression goes cold. Alpha cold. The kind of cold that precedes violence. "Where is he now?"

"I've been listening to my family's recounts of events involving you and I feel that something is not right." "You know I secretly gave you five thousand to help you tide over this period of time; yet here we are, in a presidential suite that you paid, you're driving a really luxurious car, living in a bungalow and have connections to Don Krauser and QS Holdings." "By the way, I'm not surprised if you are the one behind Kelly's disappearance." "Speaking of QS Holdings, I found out that they are subsidiaries of the Quinton Consortium in Townsville. So, I can't help but think that you have connections there."

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.

"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

Vincent quickly broke into the cloud computer system to learn about Anderson Silva. Vincent watched the profile and some videos of Anderson leading a meeting at Horus. "Who are you?" Vincent muttered, then returned to typing on the laptop keyboard. Despite his access code being blocked, Vincent remained calm and focused. Vincent managed to get a complete profile of Anderson Silva. "So he's the former Vice President of Vlopps."

Keifer said, then sent an attachment to their secret conversation together with their friends. Everyone in the group conversation saw the footage, so they connected their earphones right away. “His posture is familiar but since I don’t have any firm evidence, we can’t claim that it was him, the mastermind,” Terrence said. He’s Terrence Beau Miranda, and he’s one of Kazimir’s friends. Kiefer Cole Concepcion is also one of Kazimir’s friends, the one who’s good at creating viruses, hacking, and programming. “Maybe that’s only one of their allies but not the mastermind. He can’t expose himself in danger especially since they know how good you and Elijah are in hacking,” Knight uttered.

Elena sat at her desk, alone in the dim office, one leg crossed over the other, her fingers hovering above a biometric tablet sealed under reinforced glass. It glowed faintly beneath her palm. The prompt blinked: EXECUTE: Q CONTAINMENT ORDER? [Y/N] She didn’t press it. Not yet. The leaked identity had done its job. Aria Quinn was off the grid. Cassian’s loyalty had fractured. The board was alert now, circling like wolves behind locked glass. Elena sipped her tea no cream, no sugar, perfect temperature and opened the secondary comms thread. A message from Charles Vale. She’s still breathing. I want that corrected.

"Yes, sir." "And don't discuss this with anyone." "I understand." Kaelen ended the call and placed the phone on his desk. Someone had used Quincy's credentials. Someone had disabled the cameras. He looked down at the access log one last time. Whoever was pulling the strings knew the company almost as well as he did.

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.