Vic Fuentes Somebody That I Used To Know Novels & Stories

I need peace of mind to think and feel relaxed with no fear. I unlocked my phone and scrolled the internet. Searching for any little job to keep me going while I still do my part for my family and Michael. After many hours searching I found my close friend from elementary school. “Oh!, Valerie Pitts”I exclaimed. She has always been on vacation with her parents and brother Brown Pitts.

My phone buzzes, it’s an email from an unknown address. Subject: The Real Story I open it. *Miss Vega…* *You don’t know me, but I know your father. I Worked with him at Universidad de Valencia forty years ago. I was the administrator who processed his termination after the scandal with your mother.* *Your father told me something before he died. Said he wanted someone to know the truth in case things went wrong.* *The cameras in Professor Sandoval’s office? Your father didn’t plant them to protect you. He planted them to protect Mateo.*

Luca. An hour ago. “Welcome nephew, I see that you came with your friend, did you think that I will hurt you?” Victor asked. Fernando hated him even more than I do, that’s one of the reasons that I became good friends with him instantly, maybe Victor can not recall but he worked with Fernando, Victor became an asshole, he ended up making Fernando lose a lot of money and at the end of it, he ended up refunding a huge chuck of the money because he was threatened.

Glancing up at Vinnie for confirmation, I asked, “Is that the wrong thing to do?” Vinnie was the only person I could rely on to guide me through this. Without Giovanni, I had no one else to show me which path was the right one in this world. From what I understood, Vinnie had grown up in the Mafia. If there was anyone to advise me, it would be him. “In this situation, not at all.” He sighed. “You think José has something to do with this?” “It was only us and José who knew about what happened –” “And the Castellanos.” Vinnie interjected.

No… I had to be smarter than this. So instead, I called someone I hadn’t spoken to in a long while. Her name was Teresa Vivaldi*. A former insider. Worked as a personal assistant to Giuli’s father for almost five years. I never trusted her then—but she owed me a favor. A big one. “Matteo Ricci,” she answered, her voice cool but clipped. “Never thought I’d hear from you again.” “You’re going to want to hear this,” I said. “It’s about Giulianna.”

“Now.” Vic nodded, glancing down at Dufort's body lying on the floor. Another life lost in this game. But this time, the game was different. Because now Vic knew - everything he had believed all along was a lie. Even the identity of his true enemy. In Rotterdam, Stefan stares at his laptop screen with a pale face. Digital forensic analysis showed the source of the message: Submitter: MARIA.MAHARANI@creditsuisse.ch Time: 14/02/1999 23:59

I exclaimed while he looked so surprised too. “Oh my goodness, Freya!!” He let out, and he pulled me into a tight hug. “It’s so nice to…” “Uhm… that’s okay now…” Victor chimed in and then gently pulled me from him, making me smile. “I didn’t know you two knew each other,” he added. “Well, we do. Jeffery and I had some business dealings sometime ago but then, we didn’t get to work for long. He wouldn’t cooperate,” I explained.

I was not afraid of him until I knew who his father had been, and who he was. -Is Dr. Vitto an accomplice or a victim? - he asked in a taciturn voice. -Neither. I chose to give him the case because I knew he wouldn't be interested in doing any more tests or analyses to corroborate my notes. After all, I had no reason to doubt my ability. I'm pretty good at what I do. - He paused. -If anything bad were to happen to you, Miss, it would torment me for the rest of my life, so I decided to come out of my shell and tell you the truth, but I must beg you not to mention my name to anyone. This conversation never took place.

Nica suddenly asked as she got off. He sighed before facing us. Here we are now in the living room. “We got a lead” Suddenly my heart beat faster. Because of what Grandpa announced. “One of our police colleagues is a Dela Torre spy.” Wayne and I looked at each other. “Who?” I asked. “Jefferson Velasco” Sir Velasquez replied. I immediately turned my attention to Zyke. He was shocked by what he heard. “Why Zyke? Do you know him?” I doubt the question.

I said, nonchalantly. “Fernando Dela Fuente . . .” Kourtney thought. “Yeah, they kind of sounded related.” “It’s his father. He once opened up to me about his father being involved in illegal business.” Before I could elaborate more about what we’d talked about, I cut myself off and said, “I’m sure it had to be Fernando.”