Juan Pedro Martinez Novels & Stories

***** Martinez adjusted his seat to ease his uncomfortability. His eyes became fixed at the chief's eyes. “Chief,” he replies, his tone measured, “it’s best if Leo doesn’t find out. His reaction might not help the case.” Chief Peterson became a little shocked considering Martinez’s words carefully. Leo was a good officer, but he was also passionate—sometimes too passionate for his own good. The chief had seen Leo’s anger flare when it came to criminals related crimes; it could easily cloud his judgment.

My heart skipped a beat and I couldn’t help but find myself blushing when I saw how gentle he was being with me. “I am going to tell you something, and though it might sound stupid or even cliché, it is nothing but the truth,” he said, and I shook my head as I smiled, waiting for what he was going to tell me. Our eyes were fixed on one another’s, and though I was quiet and was carefully listening to the man, I couldn’t help but find myself melting in his gentle gaze, growing mesmerized. “You are the one peace that I have, Lea. With everything, all that I went through, all these wars, the pain, my family, and despite everything that I’ve done, even to you; you are my peace. If I want to have

He took over his father, Nicofero Rivera at the age of eighteen, and now, by twenty four, has expanded the family's territory to half of America. He is considered one of the most capable 'Dons' in Rivera history, rivaled only by Salvatore Rivera of the 1960s. His grandfather. I switched the laptop off when I heard Mariano's steps come toward the room. I knew what I wished to know anyway. He opened the door softly, expecting me to be asleep, but smiled as he took in my state. "Find anything of consequence?" He asked as walked to his closet. I shook my head. "Nope. I didn't even Google. I was just checking my emails." I lied.

LORENZO Camera flashes lit me up instantly, and I started my rehearsed, diplomatic speech. I wasn’t going to let months of work and millions invested sink my position as Patriarch. The press conference dragged on, but when the questions started drifting into things that had nothing to do with my labs, I stepped away. “That’s all for today,” I said, walking back toward the curtains. «Patriarch, is it true you were seriously injured?» «Are you going to take another Luna soon?»

But it had never been home to me. Javier Martinez descended the staircase slowly, his gaze never leaving mine. The years had barely touched him—his salt-and-pepper hair was still neatly styled, his suit immaculate, his presence suffocating. Thiago stayed close, a silent storm at my side. Mateo grinned as he walked ahead of us. "She’s all yours, Jefe." I tensed as my father stopped a few feet in front of me, his sharp gaze sweeping over me, assessing, calculating.

While gripping my pants, she inquired. "Almost. Do you want it spicier?" "Yeah, spicier and spicier." "Go get the utensils ready, I'll bring the pasta." "All OK, daddy." In years, I progressed from executive director to Mr Martinez's personal assistant. After starting as Mr Martinez's assistant, I treated him as if he were my little brother, and I soon learned about him and his family. Mr Martinez, like Yuyang, lacks a genuine family. Mr Martinez's phobia interfered with his business interactions. We began looking for someone Mr Martinez could feel comfortable with, but we couldn't even though we searched for that person for many years.

I mumbled under my breath, but my mum with the super magnetic ear must have caught it. "What did you say pumpkin" she questioned with a bit of surprise, "I mean, it's a shame mum would have roved to meet him," I said still munching on my pizza. "I know, you two would be perfect for each other, do you know he plans on going into the ministry and becoming a full-time minister?" Mum asked and paused, I think she was waiting for me to say something, but when I didn't, she continued "He also has a beautiful daughter from his previous marriage, so..." Mum kept blabbing which was getting on my nerves, but being that it's my mum we are talking about, I need to rescue myself fast from this torture.

DOMINIC’s POV. Adrenaline pulse through my veins as I watch him walk into the private room in the clubhouse. I am surprised he actually agreed to come to a place like this. I have his file and I know everything about him. His parents died in a plane crash when he was just seven and Mr Velazquez’s sister whose husband was part of the rescue team then decided to adopt and take care of little Martinez. The old couple are already dead but Martinez is still here playing family. The mere sight of him disgusts me and the only thing I want to do now is put a bullet into his brain and watch him die slowly and painfully.

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

But Val told him he didn’t need him to explain, and with one look at Mel, his heart shattering once more, we exited the room. It was over, I began to say to myself, but the words died in my throat at Val’s next words. “Pedro Martinez. He conspired with Pedro.”