Dan Martin Novels & Stories

Leon Martins had been running for six days. Six days of looking over his shoulder, jumping at shadows, barely sleeping. Six days of knowing that Damian Holt was hunting him. His phone was still in his pocket. Still powered on. Still trackable. He knew Damian Holt was hunting him. Knew Rowan wanted answers. Knew that every moment he stayed free was borrowed time. And he didn't care. Because Damian finding him, Rowan's executioner dragging him into whatever dark place they'd prepared, sounded like justice.

Nolan and Martha arrived at the fighting club trying to blend in and not raising suspicions while they waited for their Intel but the doorman was making it hard. A man stepped in. Mid-40s. Built like a pit bull. “Martha,” he said, smirking. “Didn’t think I’d see you down here with a badge.” “I’m not here for nostalgia, Dante.” Dante’s eyes flicked to Nolan. “You trust him?” “I trust the badge. Talk.”

Looking at my watch, there was still another forty-five minutes until we traded off in the kitchen. Liam opened the door five minutes later, hand-in-hand with a tall man. He had short blond hair and his eyes were an electric blue. He was very handsome, and I held out my hand. Smiling, he took my hand. “Alpha Desmond, it’s good to finally meet you.” “Dillard Young, it’s lovely to meet you as well. I told my son he should have brought you over sooner.” Liam cleared his throat. “Dad, come on.”

Meanwhile, Damian's expression remained icy as he walked up to Martin and questioned, "You wanted them to bash my head in, yeah?" Martin nearly peed his pants when he saw the look in Damian's eyes. Stumbling backward with a look of terror, he asked in a trembling voice, "What are you doing? I'm warning you! My father is Gary Cline, the chairman of Eagle Group. "If you dare lay even a finger on me, my father won't let you get away with it!" "Is that so?" Damian smirked scornfully before kicking Martin right in the abdomen. Martin's body flew over ten feet backward before crashing onto the floor. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he lost consciousness.

he said, nodding at me “it was a pleasure meeting the two of you though. My family should be here in a bit, if we can have the honor, I would like to introduce you to them” “The pleasure would be ours, thank you” Nathan said, watching as the man nodded one more time before leaving. I looked at Nathan who smirked, knowing that Natasha did her job well. The woman deserved a raise for everything that she was doing. Nathan and I walked to Domenico, noticing that Inna and Dimitri were watching us from a distance. Dimitri nodded at his son, and returning the nod, we stood in front of Domenico’s table for a second. The man smiled at the two of us and got up from his chair to shake my husband’s hand

He was a little agitated as he didn't want to mess up the meeting because it would be his only source to get accurate information about Daisy. Daniel Hermani was one of the top big fishes amongst the big shots in the whole world,along with him were the Montello, the Salvatores and the De Vierres. He's the CEO of Hermani Electronics and Technology Corporation, the largest technology company internationally. Unexpectedly, Dr. Santiago knew him personally and did not hesitate to give him his contact number.

the man in the suit asked with intrigue. “Who am I?” Damien asked as he glared at him. “You seem to know who I am already. Who the fuck are you?” he asked with force. He didn’t grow up in a ghetto or a project like some other black males had, but he knew enough to know that he needed to show some strength in this situation. The man in the suit laughed as his barbarian guard snickered. “Sorry, brother,” the man said with a little respect. “Where are my manners? My name is Carter Mitchell.”

“You look familiar.” David also turned to look at Damian… but saw nothing. The mask covered everything except the eyes, and no sense of familiarity stirred in him. “Maybe we crossed paths,” Damian replied. “But I don’t recall. I’m… new here.” A clean lie. Xander’s eyes dropped to the tag. “Dr. Daniel Martins.” Nothing clicked. Damian silently thanked every deity that he wore one of the new uniforms. He stepped back, distancing himself, then turned to David.