David Martinez Back Novels & Stories

Marlowe lowered her gaze, unable to contain her joy at the possibility. ... Yosef strode backstage, his long legs eating up the distance effortlessly. As soon as he arrived, Martinez, the man in charge nearby, hurriedly approached him, his hands rubbing together eagerly, his eyes brimming with obsequiousness. "Mr. Nelson, you halted the match abruptly. Do you have any instructions?" Martinez inquired. Yosef's gaze remained indifferent. "Where is Garcia?" he asked. "Garcia is currently occupied but should be here soon. If you need anything, you can tell me. I handle most matters around here," Martinez replied, nodding eagerly.

she added. And just like that, the moment cracked. I closed my eyes briefly. Of course. “What now?” I muttered. “Martinez,” she said. “He’s been hospitalized. In Antonioni’s Park clinic.” I opened my eyes slowly and turned fully to her this time. She kept going, her tone sharpening, curiosity taking over. “This could be an opportunity. If he’s weak, if he’s better exposed…” “Marta.” She didn’t stop. “We might finally have a chance to…”

Reagan replied making David angry. "What the hell are talking about?..... You lead a possible murderer to my fiancee and her sister...... How stupid are you........ I start if anything happens to my woman and sister including my daughter, I will wipe out your whole family from the surface of the earth. " David bellow making everyone flinch and Maya held his hand and pulled him back on his chair. "Calm down David..... Reagan is a professional and I know he won't make any mistakes...... If he trust this Adriano Sanchez guy then we also must and wait for him. " Oscar defended Reagan who nodded.

Darvan added, taking a step back, “I swear, I’ll burn your entire world to the ground.” He didn’t wait for a response. He turned and stormed out, the front door slamming shut behind him. Martinez slowly exhaled and sank back into his chair. His fingers moved to his phone. He reopened the news article and stared at the headline in silence. “Burn me down?” he muttered with a bitter chuckle. “when you're just an illegitimate brat?” He shook his head and narrowed his eyes at the screen. “But who the hell’s messing with the Sinclairs now?”

“He’s trying to turn me into the gold-digging villain again.” “And it’s working,” I said, glancing at the comment feed. Minutes later, Martinez appeared. “We have a situation,” he said grimly. He led us into a side room. “David’s GPS signal was spoofed. The system showed him home, but he was actually at a gas station miles away. He’s been violating house arrest.” “Then he goes back to prison,” Maya said. “It should mean that, but his lawyers claim a technical malfunction. And there’s more—his phone pinged near this hospital yesterday afternoon.”

I wasn’t just another man at the table. I was Dante Valenci’s right-hand. And everyone in this room knew it. But apparently, someone wanted to test just how true that was. The Disrespect – Someone Dares to Challenge Him It was subtle at first. A comment here, a smirk there. But then, Martinez made a mistake. He was a smuggler, connected to the cartel, a man who thought he was bigger than he was. And tonight? He thought he was bold enough to challenge Dante’s claim. “So tell me,” Martinez mused, swirling his drink, his sharp eyes flickering to me. “How does it feel to be in Valenci’s pocket?”

I drop my bag and just sit for ten seconds, letting it land. I did it. I’m actually here. “Settling in?” Marcus Vale leans in the doorway, coffee in one hand, skepticism in the other. “Trying.” He steps in without asking. “Full disclosure: I voted no on you.” Jesus. Good morning to you too. “Nothing personal,” he says. “I don’t like unknowns. And you, Martinez, are the walking definition. Damien doesn’t do impulsive. Ever. So yeah, I’ll be watching.”

"He's off on his own usually. He only comes when he's needed. Does he have your brand?" "Yeah, a large one on his back." I laughed, remembering how he had specifically wanted it. "Why so big? Do you believe in the more pain, the better?" I said with a laugh. "So what do we do? About Andrew? Martino. He was from here but left years ago because of a problem with Martinez, which happened to be an offshoot of his family and the Valdi. I told him to come back."

Just when she was starting to get lost in her own thoughts, Dimas smiled and took a step forward. He bent his knees slightly to look her in the eye. “I’ll need around half a month before I can come back.” But Harmonia did not even have the desire to know when he was coming back… Still, Mr. Smith looked like he had just learned a major secret. “Goodness, Mr. Martinez is already telling Ms. Marsh where he was going and when he was coming back on his own accord?! Their relationship was progressing at lightning speed!” Very calmly, Dimas said, “It’s late. Go back and rest. You don’t have to be in a hurry to draw the stable’s design.”