Victor Sullivan Uncharted Novels & Stories

“Look at you, all high and mighty and still very weak to deal with his brother. I can see red lines around your neck which means he must have forced you to come here and rescue me. Now be quick about it before you earn yourself a beating when we get into the pack.” He smiled before chuckling and then bawling out in heavy laughter. “Oh you don’t know,” he said. “Know what?” “Sullivan is already in this pack, but not on a chariot as you might think he would be.” “What?” “Let me show you what I recorded. Maybe that would make you change your mind on the way you talk to me.” He came close to me to show me a couple of pictures in his phone which were of Sullivan on the ground, bleeding with arrow

Russia is ice cold at the current season and I hate chilly places, but I must go one way or another. What I did tonight was a rush mission given by the agency. I had no choice but to execute the mission even though Ruby disturbed my peaceful sleep. My flight to Russia is early in the morning, and it was around three in the morning when I received a phone call from the agency. It was Ruby telling me to assassinate Ricki Douglas, a drug lord who has been hiding from the agency’s radar for quite a while.

Somehow, I believe it’s not my choice when he continues, “Samuel, right? He turns to him, I’m Ava’s Boyfriend the lie drawls out of his mouth so easily that I could possibly believe it, Leonardo Falcone, he stretches his hand forward. Samuel, looking confused and awe struck at the same time, pulls his hand forward and they share the handshake, and I can see him visibly stiffen as the shake elongates, “uhm I’m Samuel. But you already know that” he says nervously, his eyes moving between Leonardo and I over and over again like he can’t believe what he just heard.

She snarled at him. He rubbed his forehead, thinking about Zhi Rou, and said, “She’s not a bitch, she’s my sister-in-law. She is everything Yuan Rui deserves, not you, who is some money hungry whore and don’t you even dare to claim that you are innocent, I know you slept with the director of The Uncharted Husband and His Wife!” Jiang Hui Yin gasped in horror. How did he find out about that? It was a well kept secret just between the two of them. Glaring daggers at him, she asked, “How did you find out?”

"It doesn't fix anything. But it gives us a chance to build something that isn't a lie." The sound of a car engine cutting through the coastal wind made us both freeze. It wasn't a police siren. It was the low, aggressive growl of a high-end engine. A black SUV crested the hill, kicking up dust as it roared toward the cottage. "Charity, go inside. Get behind Seven," I ordered. "No," she said, standing her ground. "I'm not hiding in the shadows anymore." The SUV skidded to a halt. Victor stepped out. He looked terrible—his shoulder bandaged clumsily, his face gaunt. He held a gun in his left hand, the barrel pointed loosely at the ground.

He immediately suppressed more than half of his pent up anger and said tentatively, “Please move aside.” The tattooed man did not move and stared at Victor as he asked, “Where do you think you’re going?” “Do we know each other? Do you have the wrong person?” “Your name is Victor Sullivan, Isla Sullivan’s father, CEO of Gold Stone Co.. You originally had a congenital heart disease and was just cured shortly after with the help of Alex Cohen, right?" “Hiss… Who the hell are you?” “You don’t have to ask that. All you need to know is that you won’t be able to go anywhere today. Come on, let’s go to your house and sit down.”

Victor stood up from the ground and walked to where Nelson and Unkar were. " Unfortunately, you're the traitor and you deserve death, " he stated and then, snapped his neck, killing him instantly.

Evelyn said softly. Noah's heart slammed against his ribs. "What?" Evelyn took a step closer, her voice dropping into a low, terrifying whisper. "Victor pulled himself out of the water at Pier 18 last night. My men monitored his movements. He didn't flee the city. He drove straight to Connecticut." "Victor went after the tenth brother..." Julian realized out loud, his face draining of all color.

​Reed’s POV ​ ​We had spent the last thirty-six hours tearing through every Sullivan hideout in the northern district. By the time Victor called a halt to the sweep, the half of the Sullivans were practically wiped off the map, their soldiers buried, and Diego Sullivan and his father were hiding somewhere underground like a cornered rat.

Declan was a wounded man, waiting for the right time to strike. Xavier walked downstairs, where he met Liam. "Sir, this is all the information you asked for. Vincent Sullivan was ready to help, but he wants our business in the Mountain.” "Give him." It didn't take him a second to say it. Liam looked a little taken aback by the order, but he nodded.