Dan Martin Novels & Stories

It was the confirmation he needed, knowing all that I said was true. “Sir?” Santiago asked as he looked at my father. “Kill Domenico,” my father said, glaring at the man in the corner. My heart beat wildly in my chest, but I tried to appear calm. His callousness as he tried to get rid of Domenico was staggering. If it had been Jenkins I doubted there would have been any pause, but Santiago wasn’t some hired gun—he was a loyal Ferrante member. Santiago failed to move, which only angered my father. He thought he had a one up, but he didn’t know, or rather, he forgot.

That's why I convinced him to accept the responsibility and become their trainer, a decision I lived to regret soon after. I realized that I sent my mate as a lamb in the den of hyenas, a situation he would barely survive. Shortly after he accepted the responsibility, I even considered talking him out of it, but that would be selfishly immoral. No, Daniel is not that weak, he is the strongest man I've ever known. Well, Not that I literally knew other ‘men’ but he was physically strong and incapable of being tampered with. My flawless boyfriend’s all-time weakness was women. He was easily tempted and emotionally weak. Characterized by his nature of being a hopeless romantic, I used to keep an

He looked to be around my brother’s age—tall, with sharp hazel eyes. “You’re human?” he asked, surprised after sniffing the air. “How is she your daughter?” he questioned my father. “Her mother was human,” my father answered calmly, as if he had already accepted our fate. “I see.” The man nodded. “Nice to meet you, Serena. I’m Lieutenant Daniel.” I frowned, confused by his politeness. Why was he treating me differently? “Untie them,” I requested. “I will—if you agree to come with me to my kingdom.”

He would hunt me down in whatever part of the world I disappeared to. I agreed to his conditions and I started working with him. Maria was very surprised that Dante was willing to let me work. On my first day, I met Geremia, who was Dante's cousin and head of security. "I finally meet Dante's little pet," he told me. "I am not his pet", I fired back at him. He chuckled in response and patted my head. "Little and fierce. He has always had a thing for fierce creatures" he replied. "What do you mean?" I asked curiously.

His face was still pale, and I could see the exhaustion dragging at his features. But his eyes were sharp. Focused. Determined. I swallowed hard. “Who is he?” Michael hesitated. Then he said, “His name is Daniel Carter. He used to work for Damien.” That made my stomach drop. “Used to?” I repeated. Michael nodded. “He was Damien’s accountant—handled all the money, all the offshore accounts, all the dirty transactions. But then something changed.” I frowned. “What?” Michael leaned back against the bar, his fingers running through his hair. “Carter found something. Something Damien didn’t want him to know.”

“And she had no hand in the death of your, mind I add, her mother too. The woman died by the man that we all deem an enemy, and unfortunately…” “His son is her mate,” I said, stopping the man. “Do not think me a fool. Bartolomeo has worked with his mate’s murderer, knowing that he has killed her. He chose his profit over my mother’s death, the woman that he called a lover, and rather than doing everything that YOU can to avenge your daughter, you both held me back.”

He had seen the room the day before when he was searching for Ariel. Damien was slowly going crazy. He kicked the air when he got to the room and quickly locked himself inside the room alone. He wanted to be alone, with nothing disturbing him or even distracting him. He finally realized how many mistakes he had made in his life. He had been doing everything in a wrong way and now, nothing feels right at all. He sat at a corner of the empty room and he sobbed softly. His life is really not good and now the only good thing in his life is nowhere to be found. He didn't want to think about her right now but he needed her more than anything at the moment.

“Susan would also be brought in for questioning. She needs to explain that call,” I nodded. Damian makes me feel safe. I wonder how all of this is affecting him, the assault at me some months back, this attempted murder… he is doing a great job handling his emotions well. Maybe when everything is back to normal again, Damian and I would go for a vacation. “Mr Wright, Mr and Mrs Delance,” a tall brown-haired man welcomed us. “I am Martin Luis. Please come this way, we’ve been waiting for you,”

From Boma's observation, he seemed like the lousy kind who just liked to be noticed. Sitting back in a relaxed manner against his chair, Donovan folded his arms and stared at the guy intently, intimidating him without uttering a word. Unsettled, the guy slowly stepped back. Another guy hurried over and apologized to Donovan. "We are very sorry." he said, "My friend is quite high." He began pulling the retreating dude away, hastening his retreat and whispering words of caution in his ear. Boma heard the words, "You better be careful, man. That guy is bad. He is a Point one."

One of the bigger guys starts talking, “You did good kid, boss man set your mate free, she’ll be at your house soon. He’s on his way, so you can go reunite with her like lovesick mutts.” “That is if nobody knows that I helped yet, or I’m good as dead. At least my mate will be safe and alive. I’m sorry Luna.” He runs off. I don’t want his damn apology; I get why he did it now…. I would’ve helped him get his mate back, I would’ve had Wyatt help; It didn’t have to go this way, I’ll get out of it—but that dude is definitely going to get his ass kicked by me. Wyatt is going to be waiting there for him guaranteed, hopefully that boy’s mate will be there to tell him everything and spare him, at lea