MasukMartinez’s POVThe rain was coming down in thick, stinging sheets by the time my armored SUV tore through the chain-link gates of the Rinaldi shipping docks. The tires screeched against the slick, oil-stained asphalt of the pier. Behind me, two transport vans filled with my primary shooters halted in a tight formation, blocking the exit.My blood was still white-hot from Kilian’s video call. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his vulgar voice talking about bending Rodah over, talking about putting his hands on my wife’s skin. The sheer, possessive rage was a heavy weight in my chest, making my grip on my weapon bone-crushingly tight."Move!" I barked into my radio.We hit the main warehouse like a sledgehammer. My men kicked the heavy steel side doors open, their boots pounding against the concrete. The dock workers didn't even have time to reach for their pieces. Within two minutes, my shooters had twelve men face-down on the cold floor, their hands zip-tied behind their backs.I s
Martinez’s POVThe estate was brightly lit, but the air inside my study felt like the inside of a tomb. I had stripped off my heavy tactical vest, leaving me in a tight black t-shirt that was still damp with sweat.Gustavo stood by the large monitors, his face grim as he pulled up the security logs from the federal raid. He pointed a thick finger at a line of red code blinking on the screen."The feds didn't just hack us from the outside, boss," Gustavo said, his voice dropping low. "Someone manually disabled the outer security grid override. They did it from the localized remote hub down at our shipping docks. It happened twenty minutes before the feds even rolled up to our gates."My jaw tightened until the bone ached. A mole. Someone in my lower ranks had opened the back door for Lawrence Freeheight."Find out every bastard who was on shift at the docks tonight," I growled. "I want names by dawn."Before Gustavo could answer, the burner phone we had recovered from one of Lawrence's
Martinez’s POVI stood on the wet gravel and watched the red taillights of Maldok’s convoy disappear through the massive iron gates. As the last SUV rolled onto the highway, a deep, mechanical hum vibrated through the ground. The backup generators cut off, and the main power grid surged back to life.Bright, harsh floodlights illuminated the courtyard. The floodlights washed away the shadows, exposing the deep tire tracks in the gravel and the heavy blast marks on the perimeter walls. My house was a fortress again.I turned around and walked back to the armored sedan. I pulled the passenger door open.Rodah was sitting completely still in the passenger seat. The bright lights of the courtyard spilled into the cabin, illuminating her pale face. She was gripping the black silk robe tightly around her shoulders. The heavy SIG Sauer rested in her lap, her small hands still resting near the trigger.The adrenaline of the firefight and the wild, frantic sex we just had on the highway was f
Martinez’s POVThe heavy V8 engine ticked loudly as it idled, the sound cutting through the steady patter of rain against the armored windshield. Outside, the courtyard was a wall of black steel. Maldok’s security detail stood like statues under the gray drizzle, their hands folded over the fronts of their dark overcoats, their faces completely blank.Beside me, Rodah was still trembling, her skin flushed a deep, burning pink from the heat of the ride. She was frantically pulling the black silk of her robe back over her shoulders, her small fingers slick with my sweat as she tried to cover her nakedness. She looked out the window at the line of black SUVs, her green eyes wide with a quiet terror."Martinez," she whispered, her voice barely carrying over the rumble of the exhaust. "Who is that man?""Stay in the seat," I commanded, my voice dropping into a flat, sub-zero drone. I reached down, picked the SIG Sauer up from the floorboards, and shoved it back into her lap. "Keep the i
POV: Martinez’s POVGustavo’s voice cut out into a wall of static. I didn't waste a second. I looked down at Lawrence, whose eyes were wide with a fresh, pathetic terror. He had heard the word Meyers. He knew his corporate game was officially over, replaced by real mafia violence."Martinez, wait—" Lawrence gasped.I raised the heavy Glock and slammed the butt of it straight across his jaw. The bone cracked loudly. Lawrence grunted, his eyes rolling back as his limp body slumped over the polished black quartz desk. He was out cold.I grabbed Rodah’s arm, my grip tight and unyielding. She was shaking, her green eyes wide as she clutched the cold iron of the SIG Sauer. She was a civilian, a woman caught in a storm of blood she never asked for."We're leaving. Now," I growled, dragging her toward the private elevator."Martinez, who is Maldok?" she whispered frantically, her bare feet slapping against the rug as I pulled her into the steel box. "What is happening to the estate?""Maldo
Martinez’s POV The private executive elevator climbed the final fifteen floors in total, suffocating silence. The air inside the steel car was thick with the heavy stench of cordite, burning copper from the server room, and the raw, dripping musk of Rodah’s skin. She stood pressed against my side, her bare feet leaving faint pink smears on the mirrored floor from the blood of the guards she had shot downstairs. Her breath was coming in short, jagged gasps, her small hand still gripping the SIG Sauer so hard her knuckles looked like white marble. The black silk of her robe had worked its way loose during the sprint, hanging low over her hips and exposing the flushed, sweating skin of her chest to the bright elevator lights. She was vibrating with pure adrenaline—a stubborn, lethal creature born directly out of the violence we had just committed. The elevator chimed, a soft, polite sound that clashed violently with the blood on my face. The doors slid back, revealing Lawrence
Martinez’s POV The elevator doors hadn’t even fully opened before my Glock barked three times in rapid succession. The heavy center-mass rounds punched straight through the chest plates of the two lead guards. They crumpled onto the white tile floor like sacks of wet cement, their rifles clatterin
Martinez’s POVThe armored sedan tore through the dense, overgrown brush of the boundary woods, the heavy V8 engine snarling as it pushed us down the old logging trail. Mud and gray gravel sprayed against the wheel wells while the dark, foggy morning air whipped past the windows.My eyes were glue
POV: Martinez’s POVThe heavy mahogany headboard slid shut behind us with a solid, mechanical thud. The sudden silence was absolute, cutting off the violent bangs of the federal ram against the bedroom door. We were plunged into a pitch-black, narrow stone corridor that smelled of cold dust, old co
POV: Martinez’s POVThe red emergency lights stained the white marble of the grand staircase like fresh, wet blood. Down in the foyer, the federal agents kept their weapons locked onto my chest, their flashlights cutting blinding white streaks through the gloom. At the center of them all stood Law







