Kelvin Martinez Notti Novels & Stories

Kelvin’s lips twitched, annoyance flickering before he masked it with another smile. “Lillian,” Kelvin said, crouching slightly to meet the girl’s glare with exaggerated charm, “don’t be mad at me. You know, I only mean to spoil you a little.” But she was rolled her little eyes in response. Tatiana blinked, confused. “Who… are you?” she asked cautiously. Kelvin straightened smoothly, charm sliding back into place as he extended a hand. “Kelvin Ratford,” he said. “Liam and Damien’s youngest brother.”

“Kelvin?…” “Yo, what are you doing here?” I asked with a smiling face as I stared at him walking up to me. Kelvin is an underground Mafia who runs the business. When it comes to black market dealing and secretly getting things into the city, he's the man for the job. He's been the one dealing with my stuff in the dark. There was a leak, which I then ordered him to go dark for some time, and he hasn't contacted me, nor have I reached out to him since then. Gray only told me he was still running things even without being there.

Raw, burning instinct. Asher wasn’t going to sit back and wait for Kelvin to make the next move. No. He was going to make sure Kelvin understood, clearly, directly, and without misunderstanding, that some doors were closed for good. There was no turning back to Avery. Not after the shit he had pulled in the past and now. Asher pulled back onto the road, heading for the next turn. “Tell me something I don’t know.” He muttered, eyes still focused on the road. “I’ve got a full report,” Nolan said, eyes scanning his screen. “Kelvin Jacob Merritt. Born in Chicago, moved here at twenty-three. Graduated top of his class, worked PR in different firms before joining Storm Capitals about nine years ag