David Martinez Back Novels & Stories

“Have you ever had direct contact with him?” “No.” Dante shook his head. He and Alessandro had met a few times before at similar events but had never had direct contact. “We’ve never had any conflicts with them, so they shouldn’t cause any problems for us either,” Pablo said. Dante simply nodded. An old man suddenly approached Ravelli’s table. It was the head of the Martinez family, Santiago Martinez. He said, “Mr. Ravelli, after two years, I can finally see you again. I was really worried about your condition.”

He asked. "No. I didn't." He nodded. * * * 10 days later "Okay, your vitals are good. Your getting better. You can leave today." The doctor finally announced. "Thank you, doctor. I appreciate you helping me." Mateo thanked the doctor. "It's my job Mr. Martinez." The doctor replied and left. "Okay man, it's time to go back." I finally said. "Let's go." He replied and got off the bed. * * *

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.”

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.”