Dan Martin Novels & Stories

“I’m with Daniel.” I mentally facepalmed myself for bringing Daniel into this mess. He’s a good friend of mine I met in Brazil last year while I was on a business trip. He’s a good-looking guy with a big goofy heart. Totally lovable, I would love him if he wasn’t gay. Daniel should know about this. “You said you’re not with him in that stupid talk show,” he surprised me every time. I didn’t know he watched my interview, not that I care. I tilted my chin, seeing the trophy intended for me for winning this argument. “We didn’t want to publicize our relationship. You know how it is in this business, gossip will flock around us like flies on a slice of rotten meat.”

“That may be, but there are others out there that cannot, it is why they need you, they need you to lead even if they don’t know it yet” “I am not a leader Lucian” “You are, more than you know but if I cannot convince you, maybe there is someone who can” A rap on the door diverts my attention and Lucian tells me to open it. Daryl is standing out in the hallway more muscular than ever but his dark curls had been cut off, leaving his hair short but styled, tattoos peeked out the top of his shirt on either side of his neck but the bright blue of his eyes remain unchanged.

she asked, anger evident on her face. Dean approached me, and I noticed how Linda looked at him, almost on the verge of tears. Then the guy stood up and approached Dean with a smile. "I was hoping you wouldn't come," he said to Dean, who shot him an angry look. "Yeah, Drake, I came, but I wasn't planning on seeing you here." Observing them both, it was clear they weren't the type to act like friends. Dean referred to him as Drake, so I assumed he must have been the one who called earlier.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Standing beside them were two men, inconspicuous and silent, their faces unreadable as they stood off to the side. At the center of the conference room sat a tall and imposing man—Damon Greyson, a core figure in the Dragon Gang. Standing at around 188 cm, his muscular frame was clad in a dark suit, which gave him an air of authority and solemnity. His sharp features and piercing eyes often sent a chill down one’s spine, making it clear that he was not a man to be trifled with. The moment Damon entered the room, the atmosphere thickened with an undeniable sense of tension and gravitas.

POV: Felix I called Dante from the car when I noticed a signal that gave been off all this while. I thought he was probably blocking every signal around her, I even thought he may have found it and probably got rid of it before he took off with her. But no... It came up just now and I couldn’t be more surprised. This doesn’t just mean that we are close, it means that Martin is on the run, and desperately trying to put more distance between us. He is desperate now, and he’s getting sloppy, beginning to make mistakes that might be the end of him pretty soon.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.

She was afraid that he was a bad person who wanted to kidnap her because of her stepfather's status as a very dangerous military chief. But Diana's wild thoughts disappeared when the man introduced himself.... "I'm Darren, that's my name." Darren? Annabelle's friend? Diana had never known. "I'm the boy who caught you crying in the restroom when your mom scolded you," he said again. Dana immediately shut her mouth. She finally remembered! Darren, the son of Alpha Adam who currently leads Pack Kyne. Diana still didn't think they would meet again. Especially after not meeting for a long time, she didn't recognize his face.

Each one more determined. "Fine," I said. "Send me the information. I'll interview whoever you think is best." "I'm not giving you options to interview. I'm sending you the best. His name is Dante Moretti. Former Special Forces, now runs his own private security firm. He specializes in high-risk protection. He's expensive, he's intense, and he doesn't take no for an answer. He'll be at your apartment in two hours." "Marcus, wait—" "Two hours, Adrian. Be ready."