Vic Fuentes Somebody That I Used To Know 소설 & 이야기

Taking my work cell phone, I saw that I had so many missed calls and I decided to call back. After an hour, I was done with the calls. I was happy to know that the hostages were back to their family but most people were wondering who did it! I also learnt that after my disappearance, Ivy had announced me as a missing person in the underworld and many people had volunteered to search for me. Most were Victor's friends. The Spanish and Mexican mafia had also offered help and it made me wonder whether Ace had told them he had been in his hands or not. Most were pleased to know that I was back. Even though people know me in the underworld, they think that I am part of a certain mafia but they ha

She replied, and my eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets. Damn.. This is me. It’s not only Joyce, but I was also just as protective of her. So, I believed what she said. “Did you tell Caellum about this?” Vincent asked her in a serious tone. I had put the call on the speaker after she mentioned this Lupus Wick. I really didn’t remember who this person was, but if he was from the mafia, then Vincent also needed to hear. “Did Caellum not know about this?” I asked anxiously.

she mumbled and sat up. “Listen Max. I know I don’t look like much more than a muscled-up beach bunny, but my particular talents have been used by all seven families for the past eight years at least. So, if that doesn't speak for itself than you, dumb and dumbest in there, and Volkov can all go suck each other’s dicks in a big circle jerk.” she yelled, taking large breaths as she watched Max fold his arms and tilt his head to the side with a lazy smile still playing at his lips. “I’m just here to be Max. Volkov hired me straight out of basic and that’s who I have been every day since. Who are you love?” he asked and the warmth in his voice tugged Vic in separate directions. Her heart wanted

the man blurted and tilted his body backwards as he feared what Luciano might do to him with the knife. Luciano was taken aback by the revelation. "Don Fenyo?" Fenyo Valdez is the head of the Valdez cartel in Mexico, he and Gustavo had never crossed paths before. So how the fuck did he know about their shipments? And why did he sabotage it, what's his fucking deal?

Vivian said, pointing to a small service vehicle parked behind the hotel. Two minutes later we were driving through the narrow streets of Florence, another safe house compromised, another close call that shouldn't have been close at all. "How?" Vivian asked as she navigated through early morning traffic. It was the question I'd been asking myself for days now, and the answer was becoming increasingly unavoidable. "Someone's feeding them information," I said. "Someone who knows our movements, our locations, our plans." "Victor's back in Mexico," Vivian said. "And he's been with you for eight years. His loyalty is beyond question."

I asked, my grip tightening on the phone. "His name's Victor Navarro," Frank said. "Big player in the underground network. If she's working with him, it's bad news." "Do you have a location?" "Not yet," he admitted. "But I'm closing in. I'll let you know as soon as I have something concrete." I ended the call, my mind racing. Victor Navarro was a name I knew well-a dangerous man with connections that stretched far and wide. If Alicia was working with him, this was bigger than I'd thought.

With a few taps, he brought up a list of transactions, bomb materials, and schematics. “Let’s start simple." Vasquez said, his voice calm but firm, “Have you recently sold a large quantity of explosives to a man named Victor?” Voss swallowed hard, his eyes darting to Alden before shaking his head quickly, “No. I don’t know any Victor.”

“Yep, I looked up your file before now. So what’s a Wall Street poster boy doing passed out in a prison bunk?” She'd brought the professional walk down a notch. I chuckled dryly. “Bad decisions. And trusting the wrong people.” She nodded slowly, injecting the fluid. It burned up my vein, sharp and fast. She placed a bandage, then sat beside me, folding the clipboard on her lap. “Can I ask you something personal?” Mm, okay. I nodded. “How well do you know Jordan Vex?” I blinked. “I don’t. Not from before this place.”

I say her name softly, so I do not startle her. She turns at the sound of my voice, surprised. “Oh—hi, Cristian. I’m just trying to isolate the digital footprint left behind in that last message. Whoever this is, they slipped up. They used a proxy server that pinged an old IP out of Valencia. It’s something. Not enough yet, but something.”

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."