Vic Fuentes Kellin Quinn Novels & Stories

“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?”

"Oh, of course she's going to say yes. Especially if Alejandro asked her. All she needs is his Spanish accent and those tattoos and she'll have her bags packed, spread eagle on the goddamn table for him!" The conversation ends after that. I stare out of the window into the inked night, head throbbing from stress and eyes heavy from fatigue. And contrarily, the conversation isn't over. "Penny, you said that you had a contact from inside the Quintanillas?" She nods. "Julio? Yeah. You've met him twice before." Julio is the most unsuspecting person to be a rat, especially a rat for a cartel as powerful as Salvador's. But by Penny's words, he's our eyes within the Colombian royal family whenever

“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

"One of the commissioners on the relevant body was a personal friend of Julian's from university. The other received a substantial donation to a named chair at his institution from a Vance Global foundation the following quarter." "And then she brought it to you." "She brought it to Marcus first," Killian said. "Eight months ago. We have spent those eight months building a case that doesn't require a regulator with divided loyalties. We needed a primary source." He paused. "We needed you, Evelyn. Your testimony, your account, your decision to pursue this. Without you, it's a financial analyst and a paper trail. With you—" "It's a crime," I said. "It's a crime," he agreed.

And then suddenly, I was back behind that heavy velvet curtain— A memory clicked. “Has Vincent been dealt with? Make sure not to leave any traces...” That cold, controlled voice of Cassian replayed in my mind with terrifying clarity, and my breath hitched. He hadn't been talking about pack matters or a legal dispute. He killed a Quinn ally in cold blood. ‘Did he really do it to implicate the Quinns?’ A chill raced down my spine. Cassian wasn't just a "petty and ruthless" king.

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."