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Pathetic Ol' Fucker

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last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-06-26 23:35:47

Rodah’s POV

The heavy iron barrel of the SIG Sauer stayed level, aimed directly at the center of my father’s chest. The reflected light from his flashlight cast long, ugly shadows up the walls of the dark master bedroom.

For a few seconds, Cole held his head high. He had that same slight, stubborn confidence he always wore when he thought he had won a big hand at the poker tables. He looked around the luxury of Martinez’s room, his chest swelling slightly under his damp wool coat.

"Lower the
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  • A Bed Of Roses    Get It Going

    Martinez's POV They were the supply chain link between my border routes and the street-level cartels. When I walked into the room, all three of them straightened up instantly, their hands moving away from their pockets.I didn't take a seat at the head of the table. I walked straight to the expansive glass window, looking down at the fog-covered streets below, my back turned to them. It was a power move, and they knew it. It showed them I didn't consider any of them a threat."Martinez," Vance started, his voice shaking slightly as he cleared his throat. "We heard about the rail yard. We heard you burned Kilian's fleet. But the northern border road is still closed. Our trucks are sitting in warehouses losing fifty thousand dollars a day in rotting product. We need to know when the routes are opening.""The routes are open when I say they are open, Vance," I rumbled, my voice flat and lethal as I turned around slowly to face them. I leaned my weight against the edge of the glass table

  • A Bed Of Roses    Business

    Martinez’s POVThe freezing rain had completely stopped by noon, replaced by a thick, heavy fog that rolled in from the harbor and swallowed the city skyline. It had been three days since the breach at my estate. Three days of absolute, sleepless lock-down. Cole and Kilian’s extraction team had vanished into the dense woods behind my property line like smoke, leaving zero electronic tracks or physical evidence behind. My shooters had combed every square inch of the valley, but the old gambler knew the blind spots too well. He was hiding out there somewhere, terrified, waiting for Kilian to give him his next order.But I couldn't spend twenty-four hours a day hunting a ghost in the trees. The Rinaldi syndicate was still bleeding from the federal raid and the broken alliance with Maldok Meyers. The forty percent border routes I had seized back from Kilian at the rail yard were secure, but they were stagnant. No product was moving because the entire northern territory was a volatile wa

  • A Bed Of Roses    Dead Man

    Martinez’s POVThe heavy steel doors of the estate’s main entrance slammed shut behind me with a loud, metallic boom that echoed through the vast marble foyer. My knuckles were split and bleeding, the raw skin throbbing beneath the fresh coat of rainwater and engine grease. My breathing was heavy, my chest expanding against my wet black shirt as the high of the victory at the rail yard still pumped through my veins.I had broken Kilian’s trap in less than forty minutes. The young prick had underestimated my shooters and completely miscalculated my speed. We had rammed through his burning barricade, slaughtered his flankers, and cornered him inside his own distribution office. I hadn't killed him. I had done something much worse for an arrogant bastard like him—I had beaten him senseless, destroyed his entire fleet of trucks, and reclaimed every single inch of my forty percent border routes before his backup could even arrive. I had drawn a hard, bloody line across his territory, pro

  • A Bed Of Roses    Pathetic Ol' Fucker

    Rodah’s POVThe heavy iron barrel of the SIG Sauer stayed level, aimed directly at the center of my father’s chest. The reflected light from his flashlight cast long, ugly shadows up the walls of the dark master bedroom. For a few seconds, Cole held his head high. He had that same slight, stubborn confidence he always wore when he thought he had won a big hand at the poker tables. He looked around the luxury of Martinez’s room, his chest swelling slightly under his damp wool coat. "Lower the iron, Rodah," Cole said, his voice carrying a smooth, patronizing drawl. "You're going to break your wrist if you try to fire that piece with a grip that loose," he repeated. I stared at him through the dark, my vision blurring with hot, angry tears. "Martinez said you were gone. He said you ran from the city because he paid you to. He gave you a hundred thousand dollars to stay away from me."I needed clarification. Cole let out a short, dry chuckle, stepping further into the master suite.

  • A Bed Of Roses    How Did You Get In?!

    Rodah’s POVThe echoes of Martinez’s heavy footsteps had long faded from the hallway, but the memory of his body against mine still burned in my skin. I lay completely still in the middle of the massive mahogany bed, the twisted black silk robe barely covering my shivering frame. My chest rose and fell in a slow, ragged rhythm as I stared up at the high decorative ceiling. Every muscle in my thighs ached from the brutal, territorial way he had fucked me before walking out into the rain with a loaded weapon.I turned my head slowly, my eyes tracking the harsh golden glow of the bedside lamps. Right next to the crystal water glass sat the heavy iron frame of the SIG Sauer. He had left it there like a token of his possessive protection. A reminder that in his world, safety didn't come from locks or laws—it came from lead.Outside the window, the steady hum of the estate's massive backup generators provided a low, vibrating baseline that made the floorboards tremble slightly. I knew there

  • A Bed Of Roses    Ambush!

    Martinez’s POVThe armored SUV bounced violently as I tore over the rusted tracks of the old rail yard. Behind me, three transport trucks carrying thirty of my best shooters followed in a tight line, their headlights cut to avoid detection. The rain had slowed to a steady, freezing mist that hung low over the gravel yards."The main warehouse is straight ahead," Gustavo said, checking the tactical tablet in his lap. "According to Henderson's map, that’s where Kilian is storing the distribution trucks he stole from our northern border route."I didn't say a word. I gripped the steering wheel, my mind still locked on the image of Rodah lying in my bed, her skin flushed from my touch. I had left her under absolute lock and key. Now, I was going to erase the bastard who dared to think he could take her from me.I slammed the brakes, bringing the SUV to a halt fifty yards from the warehouse doors. I hopped out, pulling the slide back on my Glock. Gustavo and thirty shooters fanned out ins

  • A Bed Of Roses    boom

    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

  • A Bed Of Roses    Blood Paint

    Martinez's POVThe snap of the darkness lasted only a few seconds before the emergency backup power groaned to life. Instead of the bright overhead chandeliers, a dull, blood-red glow flooded the master bedroom.Before I could even register the red light, the distant, heavy rumble of armored engine

  • A Bed Of Roses    Fractured Fortress

    POV: Rodah’s POVThe master bedroom felt like a luxurious cage. I paced the floorboards back and forth, the silk of my loose robe brushing against my bare legs. Down in my core, the lingering heat of Martinez's bruising departure was still humming in my blood. My lips still felt swollen from his t

  • A Bed Of Roses    Keep Her Head Down!

    Martinez's POV The heavy rattle of Gustavo’s rifle echoed off the rusted iron of the train car, throwing up a cloud of lethal gravel and wood splinters right around Evelyn’s boots. She was pinned down, her suppressed pistol useless against the wall of lead covering the tracks."Keep her fucking he

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