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A Bed Of Roses One Wife
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
A Bed Of Roses Think I Have A Soft Throat?
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
A Bed Of Roses In The Heat
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
A Bed Of Roses I Don't Leave Witnesses
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
A Bed Of Roses Behind My Spine
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 clattering loudly against the glass partitions. The third guard dove to the right, his boots scrambling for traction as he tried to bring his submachine gun up to target my chest. I didn't give him the chance. I stepped out of the elevator box, my massive frame completely covering the opening to keep Rodah shielded behind me. I fired twice more. One bullet shattered his shoulder, spinning him around, and the second caught him right under the jaw line. He hit the wall hard, leaving a thick smear of dark blood against the pristine white paint before sliding down into a heap. The echoes of the gunfire slammed against the glass walls of the server floor, followed by the sudden, piercing wail of the bu
A Bed Of Roses Right On My Chest
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 glued to the rearview mirror. No flashing lights. No sirens. Gustavo’s frequency jammer was still holding the federal task force blind back at the mansion, but the clock was ticking down fast.Beside me, the passenger seat felt like an open furnace. The raw, heavy scent of Rodah’s skin filled the tight cabin of the car. She sat stiffly, her bare legs tucked tight under the loose black silk of her robe, her fingers still wrapped hard around the grip of the SIG Sauer. Her green eyes were fixed on the dashboard, her breathing coming in sharp, shallow bursts."Are you going to tell me what happens when we hit the city?" she asked, her voice tight, cutting through the deep rumble of the exhaust."We
A Bed Of Roses Tick-Tock
Martinez's POV The air in the abandoned textile bunker was thick with the scent of old dust and cold metal, but all I could smell was the primitive, raging heat of my own fury.I stared down at the contract resting on the steel table. Lawrence Freeheight stood across from me, a sleek, mocking smil
A Bed Of Roses Backed to the Wall: Martinez’s POV
My vision blurred with a hot, murderous red as I stared at the phone screen. Seeing Rodah tied up, her soft skin smudged with dirt while a cold steel barrel pressed against her temple, nearly made me go completely berserk. My chest heaved, a savage, primal roar ripping from my throat as
A Bed Of Roses The Wife Or The Loss: Martinez’s POV
The inside of the abandoned textile factory looked like a military bunker. Outside, it was just crumbling concrete and shattered windows, but the top floor was a high-tech fortress owned by Lawrence Freeheight. Heavy metal tables, weapon racks lining the walls, and the cold smell of gun oil filled
A Bed Of Roses Issues To Fix
Martinez’s POV"I don't give a fuck what Lawrence says, prepare the cars," I barked into the phone, slamming it shut before stepping back into the brightly lit gallery hall.The exhibition was finally winding down, and the results were staggering. My associates might be ruthless bastards, but they
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