Kane Martin Novels & Stories

“Thompson! I’ll get you! “ I heard him say outside my apartment as he banged the door. My heart was racing as I waited for him to go. Only when I heard his footsteps retreating did I relax. I could have talked to him and asked him to give me more time. However, the chances of him doing that were thinner than a Jimmy Choo heel. I threw my bag across the room in frustration and paced my room. The only way I could pay off the rent was if I asked my manager at the bar I worked at night to pay me early. I blinked back the tears threatening to fall down my face, refusing to be weak. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. Needing to take my mind off things, I made myself coffee and sat down with my lapto

"I don't know what you're talking about." He laughs. It's a rich, warm sound that somehow makes my skin crawl. "Please. Let's not insult each other's intelligence. I'm Marcus Kane, though I believe you know me as MK." Marcus Kane. The name fits him. Powerful. Dangerous. This is the man who's been working with Jason. The man behind everything. I stop a few feet away from him, my hands loose at my sides. Ready to run if I need to. "What do you want?"

"Are you listening to yourself or are you too busy staring at my companion?" Kane had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. He cleared his throat and tried to refocus. "Sorry. I was just thinking that perhaps I should introduce myself properly." He took a step toward Bianca, extending his hand. "Kane Houston. I am a business associate of Anna's. And you are?" Bianca looked at his extended hand, then at Anna, uncertain what to do. Anna had said not to talk to anyone without permission. But this was Kane, someone Anna was doing business with. Did that count?

"Ready." … The car ride was quiet at first, the city sliding past the windows in a blur of glass and steel. Killian drove with one hand on the wheel, the other holding mine. "So," I said eventually, "this therapist. Do you have someone in mind?" Killian nodded, glancing at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. "His name is Kane. He's the best in the territory—hell, probably the best in all the packs. Specializes in trauma, grief, pack-related psychological issues. I've known him for years. He's helped a lot of countless wolves through some dark times. Including—” He deliberately paused then sighed. “He's the good . I trust him completely."

I introduced myself with my full name – I felt it provided a buffer to protect me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Rafe smirk when I used my full name knowing full well everyone called me Kate. As I paused the gentleman continued holding my hand introducing himself, “It’s very nice to meet you Katelyn Adams, although the circumstances are not ideal. My name is Boyd Maxwell from the Red Moon Pack. I am Rafe’s Uncle and I believe we have some business we regrettably need to discuss this morning.”

"You really aren't Justin?" "Here!" Martin handed him his id card. Martin Kim, born in Incheon, thirty years old. His identity was really Martin. But his face is Justin's face. Somehow similar or how, which is clearly exactly the same. "I thought you were Justin," Karina returned Martin's id card. "You brought me here, just to talk about it?" Martin put the id card in the bag. "Yeah, if you want to go home, just go home," Karina had lost her mood. He had hoped that the person who was currently in front of him was Justin.

Kane, now understanding the gesture, timidly shook her hand. “I'm Kane Silver.” Ignis smiled, revealing a sparkle in her eyes. “Beautiful name, Kane. Are you traveling with your family?” Kane nodded, easing up a bit with Ignis's welcoming presence. “Yes, I'm with my older brothers, Cassian and Dorian.” Ignis nodded in understanding. “Must be a challenging journey for you. Where are you headed?” Kane nodded. “Yes, we're heading to Seattle.”

Mariana was waiting for him outside his home along with his two assistants Noelle and Ben. On his way to the fashion show, a picture of Brenda with another guy was on a billboard with some news about the two dating. Kane wouldn't lie when it said the news didn't sting him a little but he was way more than that. He felt a hand on his and he turned to see Mariana squeezing his hand. “She'll also be forgotten as well. Even she didn't deserve you.”

“His cousin Dag died. Colt went into rehab. Cord got married. Kade got married. Then they sold the Boars Nest to Cam. It was like everybody grew up and moved on. Everyone but him. And don’t get me started on that ridiculous name change. “I’ve thought a lot about it and the bottom line is this—I don’t think Kane wanted to give up his party-boy ways. It’s made him a little bitter, so he keeps to himself. It bugs the crap out of me that he’s alone so much.” Kimi sighed. “Then again, near as I can figure, he’s not bouncing on every woman with a pulse in the tri-county area. Good Lord. That man had lousy taste in women.” Cheeks burning, Ginger sipped her soda, keeping her mouth shut.

From the private jet they stepped into a convoy-Evelyn in a tailored coat the colour of smoke, Adrian and Luca on either side, silent and armed with more history than weapons. The Hartman liaison in Switzerland met them with a bow and an apology. “Kane maintains an office overlooking the lake, registered under maritime logistics. Local police can’t touch him without federal authority.” Evelyn’s eyes narrowed. “Then I’ll be his authority.” They met Kane at sunset. His office was too clean, too grand: a panorama of glass over dark water, minimalist furniture reflecting the world backward. He greeted them with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Ms. Hartman,” he said, accent unplaceable. “Or s