David Martinez Back Novels & Stories

I’ve been staring at them for five minutes, trying to work up the courage to knock, when they swing open on their own like something out of a Gothic horror novel. “Isabella.” Dad’s assistant—some perfectly groomed woman who probably earns more than most people’s mortgage and definitely has a better skincare routine than me—gestures me inside with the enthusiasm of someone directing traffic at a funeral. “He’s waiting.” Of course he is. Roberto Martinez doesn’t wait for anyone except when it serves his strategic psychological warfare needs.

12 HOURS EARLIER... SALVADOR'S POV Martinez didn't seem to be happy about my plan to send a letter to the rogues and the frown on his face said it. "You have a problem with my decision?" I asked. "Not at all," He muttered and turned around, ready to leave. "So I thought." I nodded and dismissed him at once and he walked out while my Beta, Dan strolled in. He stared at the piece of paper on the table before me and our eyes met briefly.

'But I'm not the one you need to hear from. Before I could ask, she motioned to the dark corners. Another man appeared. He was tall and broad-shouldered with olive skin, streaked with silver in his dark hair, and a limp to his stride. His face was familiar, in the way some bad dreams are: glimpsed, not recollected. "This is Miguel Alvarez," Marta said. My heart sank once I heard the name. Jeffery's folder. Edward's files. Among those whose records came out… with a marked result.

I can see the worry all over her face which isn’t necessary at all. Something needs to pose a threat to you before you apply the concept of being careful. Natasha is nothing but a statue in this game; I’ll move her when I want to, and aside from that, she’s is just still to me. Before I could reassure Angela not to be scared of Natasha, my phone pinged. Picking it up, I saw a text from Adam. Martinez's next shipment is coming in next week Thursday, and his son Mateo is the one foreseeing the shipment. What are your orders boss?

Old news. After I hit the send button, I began to scroll on our university's page. JUST IN: Dion Jethro Martinez the leader of the Elite band and the captain of Alpha team was caught dating with the club president of the Photography club. See the picture below. 4.5K likes. 2.2K comments. 2K shares. “What the hell?” I mumbled.

He pulled me up, and was about saying something before Martinez suddenly walked in. The latter didn't seem to be disturbed by the wrecked state of the office, as this appeared to be a regular occurrence. His eyes were fixated right on me, before they landed on Marcelo. "We got him, Boss!" He announced. The look in Marcelo's eyes was all I needed to confirm who Martinez was talking about; Dante. Marcelo was definitely going to kill him.

The neckline showed too much cleavage, but if they had picked it for me, then it was what he wanted to have me wear. Three hours passed. I was deliberately slow — brushing my hair again and again, still barefoot, the red dress on but not zipped fully at the back. Suddenly the door flew open with a loud bang. Martinez stormed in, tall and furious in his black jacket and grey dress pants. His white shirt was left unbuttoned at the top, revealing the hairs on his chest. His eyes narrowed when he saw me half-ready. “Why the fuck aren’t you ready?” he growled.

Mr Martinez's name was displayed. "How are you, Mr Martinez?" "Good." "How come you weren't here? What brought you to the company today?" "I had a crucial meeting today." "When will you be returning?" "Why? Do you already miss me?" "No!" "So, what exactly is it?" "When will you be returning" "Around 7 p.m." "Fine. I'll be waiting for you. Bye." And then the call was terminated. "You could have told him over the phone, right?" said Big Brother.

My son had been looking forward to this outing because we were going to a place that showcased one of my son's skills and his favourite since childhood. I went back to sit in the back with Richard while Key was next to the driver. Our car drove off as soon as we were inside. "Miss Chris is still trying to contact us about a business partnership." Key spoke, reporting what I needed to know as usual. "The shares owned by the Martinez Family have also fallen even more than before." I nodded, not yet satisfied, even though Key's report was something I had been hoping for for a long time. I still wanted their downfall to the lowest point, where those people wouldn't be able to raise their heads w

Larson said. 'It's alright Mrs. Larson. You can leave.' I retorted in a melancholy tone. 'Adelina leave.' I spoke. 'As you please baby.' she said flirtatiously as well as sarcastically and left. Martinez was wearing a black suit with a white shirt. I won't lie it fit him and his muscles perfectly. He took a seat in front of my desk. 'How did you do it?' 'Do what?' 'Beat and bruise up my men and then escape.' he said with his red eyes on me.