David Martinez Back Novels & Stories

The tight, defensive edge he had carried all night was gone. "What did the man say?" I asked, my voice thin against the high ceiling. "Are there more of them outside the fence?" Martinez did not answer me immediately. He walked over to the liquor cabinet, poured two fingers of amber liquid into a crystal glass, and drank it down in one slow swallow. He set the glass down with a sharp click. "Your worrying was a waste of time," he said, turning his dark eyes toward me. "The scouts are in the basement. They broke within five minutes."

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.

“Don’t worry. There’s always a backup plan.” Because even if the board’s plan failed… There was still Cole Martinez. I’ll have fun watching how she gets through this.

This was what was going to make the difference, and that was something that I knew my mate understood after losing his beta. “It feels good to be back.” I said, looking out the window as the door opened. We walked out of the plane, and I smiled when I saw that my brother seemed to look a lot more confident that he was back. He was calmer than he was when in Rome, and I knew that one of the reasons was also knowing the fact that he wouldn’t be encountering his mate anywhere close. As foolish as it may sound, he knew that she wouldn’t be dumb to leave the safe grounds so soon, and who knew, I believed that he was going to find himself his mate and woman eventually. It didn’t matter whether or

Signing the papers I placed the pen with a thud and stood up. “Let's end this from the root.” I looked at him determinedly and he turned around and looked at me confusedly. “I, Viviana Nash, reject you, Alpha Ezra Allister as my Mate and Alpha.” His eyes went wide as the pain slammed into him. But he didn't say anything, breaking my last hope.

"Roberto Martinez." My eyes fell on the figure in the photo Ben had pointed to. "He lives in the southern district's elite neighborhood with his wife and two daughters. Founder of the educational foundation Moon School of Design. A family man. Nothing is interesting about him besides sharing the same hobby as Jared Waltz. Roberto Martinez is an antique collector," said Ben. "Is he one of our kind?" I asked. Ben shook his head. "Nope. He's human." He moved another photo. "Look at this!"

Mr Martinez said, aiming for Liam's head. Liam was too shocked to even speak, he didn't consider that Mr. Martinez had a gun. And now he was afraid he might get shot. Seeing how shocked Liam looked, Mr Martinez smirked menacingly. "Any last words?" He asked. But then suddenly, the door was kicked open, and Liam's Butler walked inside the room, followed by the S.W.A.T team. Mr Martinez and Drew were shocked beyond words. Mr Martinez was glued to his place, and his eyes widened in shock.

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.

Steam curled between them as the sun crept higher. “The board’s review ends next week,” she said quietly, eyes on the empty pitch. “Damien’s license will be reinstated. Clean. No further sanctions.” Martin nodded, fingers tightening around the warm mug. The coffee tasted like home and regret all at once. “And me?” “You’re cleared. Number 9 is yours whenever you claim it. No press conference. No fanfare. Just the pitch waiting.”