Kelvin Martinez Notti Novels & Stories

For Giovanni? This is ridiculous. "Hey, Noah. You're here." The tattoo dude said, smiling at us. His eyes moved to me, and he stretched out his hand for handshake. "You must be Adrian? I'm Kelvin." "Nice meeting you Kelvin." I said with a short smile, taking his hand. After the handshake was over, I stared up at the guy. "Who's going first?" "You should." He said, as if he had been waiting for that question all night. "Noah changed his design so he wants to go over it while I work on you."

He told me sternly, he was getting irritated at my constant habit of running away anytime I set my eyes on Lexy. I gulped. "Is that a new name for me?" I looked intensely at him? "What?" He asked, He still looking at Anita and Lexy kissing which i had ignored. "You said m Kelz, is that my new name now?" I asked again, this time smiling sheepishly. He smiled, "yes' I will be the only one calling you that" he said placing his hand curled round my shoulder. I smiled back and my eyes met Lexy looking at our direction, with his gaze on delvin hands round my shoulder.

They arrived at a very spacious living room, without them both noticing a handsome man glaring at them with emotional eyes. "Good night!" Kelvin smiled to greet his family who he was sure was watching Reya now. Suddenly Marvin stood up, snorted in disgust. "So, is she the lover you will introduce us to?" his sneer was flat. "Isn't that woman Luis Duttlof's little sisters?" said her mother in disbelief. "I'll explain everything, but not now Mom!" Kelvin looked at the woman with a request.

After a few rings, the call was answered. “Vincent Vincenzo speaking”. A sharp voice said “Vincent. Do you know any Kelvin Norman by any chance?” I asked. There was a brief silence. “No, I don't know any Kelvin Norman. I think this is a wrong number”. The line went dead and when I tried to call it again, it didn't go through. I called my team and asked them to look into Vincent Vincenzo. He made my job a lot easier by giving me his name. If my guess was right, this was the person Kelvin went to meet in France.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

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.

A petite figure roamed up and down the corridors of the hotel. Just as Phelan left the room, the man in the bed opened his eyes. His eyes were sharp like a hawk. The hidden bodyguard who was then Don Carlton looked at him, wondering whether he should go after her or not, as he cast his eyes on the man in bed. Don Carlton thought for a moment and went forward and knocked on the opened door of the presidential suite. “Come in,” the man in bed said. His voice was as cold as ice. Don man walked into the room and saluted respectfully, “Young Master.”

“Sir, there’s someone here to see you. Mr. Kelvin Benjamin.” Adam frowned slightly before nodding. “Send him in.” Moments later, Kelvin stepped in — sharply dressed, with tired eyes that still carried the sharpness of a man who believed in his own brilliance. “Adam,” he greeted warmly, extending a hand. “Kelvin,” Adam replied, shaking it. “Been a while.” Kelvin smiled faintly. “Yes. A long while. I heard what’s happening here and thought I should stop by. You need a solution, and I have one.”