Dan Martin Novels & Stories

As soon as we got to the apartment I was welcomed by Damian who looked gorgeous, He looked like a fine old wine. Life can be so unfair, why make him look this hot and sexy after all he did to me. How do I stay mad with this man who manages to make me forget the reason for my anger in the first place? He was putting on a grey fitted polo shirt on black shorts. The shirt clinch to his body perfectly, bringing his more defined even tone abs. The button on the polo was undone to reveal a bit of his chest. He also seem smitten by my appearance as his blue eyes grew darker the moment I walked in.

“ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.” The sudden clap of hands echoes in the room, the crisp sound demanding for our attention. Both of our heads turn to stare in the direction of the clap. There at the door stands a fucking tall, handsome man, I can only guess he is 6’4. He is freakishly hot, with a rugged look that makes my knees weak. His jaw is so sharp it can cut through anything “ Quite a show you both have going on,” He says casually as he leans on the door. A huge rugged smirk plastered on his handsome face. “Tell me, Santino, is this her?”

DAMIAN’S POV An hour later the Rolls glided into the private underground garage of DT Tech’s Texas headquarters in Austin. Martin killed the engine beside the glass elevator bay and glanced at me in the rear-view. I caught my own reflection in the tinted window and almost didn’t recognize the man staring back. On the outside I looked like the billionaire CEO the world expected. But Inside I’m still the drunk on the hotel floor begging into a dead phone. At least I didn’t smell like a distillery anymore.

he spat back at me. I looked at Liam Danver. He was once one of the deadliest and most powerful men on earth but this last year had not been kind to him. His hair was grown out and scruffy in an attempt to hide his missing ears. His clothes were cheap and dirty. He was looking older than he actually was and I could see the effects of all the alcohol he was drinking to hide his pain.

Rick leaned back in his chair, his expression calm. "Not after she gets married to me." Dante snapped. "The man you saw, what was he like?" "Tall guy, probably in his thirties. British, and looks strangely familiar. I know I've seen him somewhere in the media." "Damien," Nathan said suddenly, his eyes widening. "That sounds like Damien Rothwell." "Rothwell?" Dante's voice was barely above a whisper. "The actor." "One and only." Gabriel confirmed. "I have to find her," Dante said suddenly, standing and moving toward the bar's exit. "I have to talk to her."

I couldn’t get a read of his mood. “Damien Whitmore.” He glanced at me as he continued. “Selina’s husband.” Martin nodded and shifted a bit from me . “Nice to meet you. I’m. Martin Sampson. A friend from college.” I quickly recovered from the shock. “Damien what are you doing here?” “I was on my way to a meeting and traffic was rerouted.” He turned to Martin. “I’ve finally met the source of her corruption.” Martin laughed. My ears must have heard wrong. Did Damien Whitmore just make a joke? I stared at him. He continued like nothing happened.

Martin coldly snorted, "I can confirm that 'Boss' is Daniel, who else but he has that ability." “However, we have used so many methods, and we can't even grasp one piece of evidence, is it…?” Maria rubs her chin, expertly analyzing, "Are we wrong, Daniel is just going back to take over the Wright X corporation, without having to do with his father's old business?" “Not possible! Aggressive and unruly smugglers, "Boss" appear, gangsters purge each other, all arise since he returned to the country. Daniel is definitely involved.” Martin shook his head.

Close, trusted and even family. Martin stood a few steps away, frozen in place. His hands were stiff at his sides, his face pale. He had served Dante for years. He had seen violence, death, and destruction. He had seen Dante ruthless, cold, and precise. But he had never seen him like this. Not when deals went bad. Not when wars broke out. Not when blood was spilled in his name. Not even when he nearly lost his woman. This was different. This was personal. This was a wound that cut too deep to bleed properly.

He asked but none of them answered, " no matter what you do to me, I will not say anything so you are just wasting your time" They pushed him into a room, this time it was sparkling clean and he was the only atom of dirt in the room. " Where have you brought me now" he asked as he kept looking around, all the men in the room looked terrifying and he found himself gulping his saliva. If Pete had told him he would be dealing with these kinds of people, he would not have agreed to go on the Mission but he couldn't show his fear now. He was still in his train of thoughts when the door opened again and this time it was someone he had never expected that entered, Damian Martins. The undisputed kin

right at the moment, cornered by two lions in the den. "Amy Leah, Dakota, this is Martin Marcini, he's Italian and lives here in New York. Martin, this is my wife, Amy Leah!" "Pleasure to meet your acquaintances, Señorita!" he took my hand and kissed the back of my palm, much to Desmond's annoyance. But I giggled at his sweet gesture. Totally different from his character when we first met him. "Hrmm! Martin, this is Dakota Weasly, MY WIFE'S best friend!" Desmond emphasized the two words while angling his eyebrow at Martin.