Juan Pedro Martinez Novels & Stories

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

he reasons out but Joseff just gives him a nod and looks in front again. And Pedro not liking the guy’s reply moves a little forward and extended his right hand. “I am Pierro Ezrael Olivarez, but you can call me Pedro. You are?” Pedro asked even if Joseff seems uninterested. Joseff didn't talk but instead of feeling irritated Pedro smiles and looked around for some things he could use to gain his snob seatmates' attention. And he saw the book that the guy was reading earlier with a name handwritten below.

“Jose Martinez. He’s a bad dude. I served with him for a while in the marines. I went special forces and he went home. I haven’t caught up with him since I’ve been back though.” “Exactly he is tough shit. Next one is my top financial guy. My IT guy has already moved the money to safe locations and there is a system in place so he will not notice the change for a while. Then we have one of our hardest loan sharks I have ever met or dealt with. This guy is tough to deal with but not impossible. George Sanchez. He is my first cousin. He is supposed to be running things while we get the cartel squared away to combine the two.”

My brother was with me when Max found out about my pregnancy. Jack sighs, running a hand over his face. "That old jerk," he murmurs. "He kept Pedro in Madrid all these years. Did you see how he arrived? He was thin, unkempt. He didn't look like himself. Pedro spent years sinking into depression, suffering from anxiety attacks." My tone is pained. Jack nods, agreeing with my words.

“Prieto, does she really need him? Her dad wouldn’t sell to this guy, and his father owes me enough from all the gambling, so I’m not worried. Offing his son might backfire.” Keia sighed and stood up. “Well, looks like I don’t have to marry you after all. Prieto, I’m done. Let’s bounce.”

Piper "It's all my fault—" "Ryder, this isn't the time to blame yourself—" "But it is my fault," Ryder repeats, his voice breaking as he falls to his knees, gripping the doorframe like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. His chest heaves with ragged breaths. I stare at him, speechless. Seeing someone as strong as Ryder—Elijah’s second-in-command, the fearless Beta—reduced to this shattered, terrified man is unnerving. But I know exactly what he’s feeling.

I looked up to see a lean man with blonde hair and bright eyes raising his hands in surrender. Ricco, Nicco, and Maximo shielded me with their bodies. “Viola, it’s me, Carlo Mancuso!” He yelled loud enough to see him. I finally recognized him when he said his name. “Ricco, let him through. He’s my friend.” My three bodyguards obliged and Carlo walked to me. He was the nephew to Stefano Mancuso, the leader of one of the four mafia families in Italy. He and I were not friends. I’d only uttered those words to ensure Ricco would let him through. I’d gone to boarding school with him when I was in high school—before I transferred to an all-girls boarding school.

I giggle when he picks me up carrying me out of the room. I’m Sage Khai Martinez, the youngest daughter of Jared Martinez. My dad is an imperious person, being the mayor of our town, and the only person who leads all of the clothing factories in our state gives him unlimited authority. He doesn’t like competition because he thinks he doesn’t have to put effort into something when he knows he is eventually going to win.

Is his simple reply. I raise my head to glare at me, but the height difference puts me at a great disadvantage. Santino is a very tall man, standing at 6'5. He pushes me away from him with a very disgusted look on his face like he touched the most filthy thing in his life. This is the most expression he has ever shown me. “ The next time you try something like that, I won't be so forgiving.”

The only people that I tried to understand what they were up to and did not understand were the Martinez. Since they have been doing lots of projects in the city and bought the lands we had our eyes on, I tried getting on their good side, but they seem to have motives against me. The company president, Frediano Martinez, is a very mysterious fellow. Cold and ruthless to everyone. It has been hard to get hold of him. The Malloy family had been hit badly by the Smith family. At first, I didn't know why and was happy about it, but something hit me.