Vic Fuentes Kellin Quinn Novels & Stories

A web of betrayal. “Elena was right,” he said, tapping the screen. “Thompson is the biggest leak, but two others are involved—Marsha Chen and Leonard Graves.” Killian’s head snapped up. “Leonard?” “Your father’s cousin. He always played it neutral, but Victor bought him out months ago.” Elena’s voice was quiet. “That gives Victor three votes out of twelve.” Killian stared at the names, rage simmering just beneath the surface. “Then we make the other nine count.”

“And he left instructions.” She slid the file across the table. Inside: a single photo. Alicia, Alex, and Aiden. Taken from across the street in New York. Timestamped yesterday. And a note, handwritten. “You won this battle. You won’t win the war. I’ll be in touch. V.K.” Alicia felt cold. Alex picked up the photo. “He’s been watching us the whole time.” Reyes swore. “We’ll issue an international warrant.” Elise shook her head. “Good luck. He has citizenship in three countries. And enough money to disappear forever.”

Outlets are going to start covering her travel costs and she’s going to be able to follow this story around the globe. I close the Guardian and open the secure message thread. The thread is between me and three unnamed accounts. A researcher at the SEC, a junior staffer in the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, and a woman at the FBI's Human Trafficking section who’s been talking to me, via Kenzi, for two months. I’ve been seeding all three of them with documents since we first made contact with Kenzi. The Williams-Wynn donor records went to all of them simultaneously at three this morning Pacific.

“I didn’t want my daughter raised by killers. By people who think loyalty is silence and power is pain.” “So I gave her up. Faked my death. Trusted she’d find a better life without me.” “But if Cassidy ever learns who Elara really is—” She paused, then whispered: “—She won’t try to kill her. She’ll try to use her.” The screen went black. For several seconds, no one spoke. Then Splice’s screen chimed. “Got a match. That’s Rhea Quinn. Former intel analyst for the Monroe Syndicate. Disappeared twenty years ago.”

“Former Russian special forces turned hitman. Black market contracts all over Europe. Guess who had ties to him?” A beat of silence. “Vincent,” Alex whispered. Kevin nodded. “Vincent was paranoid after Maya disappeared. Started digging. I think he got close to something—maybe too close. And someone got nervous.” Alex’s jaw clenched. “Quinn.” “Exactly. She reached out to Malenko and paid for a silent job. No witnesses. No loose ends. He tracked Vincent’s movements for weeks. Then—” Kevin pulled out another photo. “Boom. Vincent’s car explodes two blocks from his condo. It wasn’t Maya. It wasn’t some random hit.”

“It’s been identified through dental records. Name: David Quinn. Mid-level manager, US Department of Justice, Office of Legislative Affairs.” Luca froze mid-screw, a coil of copper wire dangling from his hands. “A DOJ manager?” he asked, incredulous. “Not FBI. Not a mob capo. Why would a legislative affairs officer be caught in a firefight between mercenaries and the Vitale family?” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “Because he wasn’t just any DOJ manager. He was the mole. He had access to every piece of prosecution intelligence: the final escape plan, the Foundation’s structure, and every piece of intel Maxwell had on us. Silvio didn’t betray us alone—he had Quinn. Or they were partners. Quinn’s insid

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?”

“That includes your father, the entire tech team, the elite squads, everyone who has any part of taking these people down, but Vivienne is the frontrunner. She’s the one who started this house of cards crumbling to the ground and they'll want payback for that. Arman has asked me as her Alpha to order her to stop searching, but I won’t do that. She’s driven to help these women and I won’t take that from her, but I’m sitting in on the meeting today because I want more eyes on her. I don’t like one of my pack members being at risk and I definitely don’t like the strain that it puts on my mate when she starts worrying about Vivienne.” “I’m okay, Quirin,” Kennedy says, leaning against him. “Of co

Through the haze of smoke, he dialed his assistant, Theo Langley's, number. "Look into Quinn's whereabouts over the past six months. Her act was so convincing that even the old hag from the welfare home gave false testimony on her behalf. It looks like she picked up quite a few tricks for evading investigation while she was in prison."