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The Wife Or The Loss: Martinez’s POV
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2026-06-11 17:59:55
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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 Satisfied Wife
Martinez’s POV The room was warm, lit only by the golden glow of the bedside lamps.Rodah was asleep. She was curled on her side in the middle of the massive mattress, her black silk robe twisted around her small frame. Her breathing was steady, her face calm in the soft light. The heavy SIG Sauer lay on the nightstand right beside her hand.A wave of intense relief hit my chest, washing away the foul taste of Kilian’s threats. She was safe. The young bastard hadn't touched my estate or my woman. I walked to the edge of the bed, my boots making no sound on the thick rug, and looked down at her."You're my woman," I muttered under my breath, my voice a low, gravelly vibration in the quiet room. "You will always be that. No one is taking you from me. I will kill every last one of them before they even look at you again."Rodah stirred. Her eyelashes fluttered open, her green eyes adjusting to the light until they locked onto me. She sat up
A Bed Of Roses Erratic Bastard
Martinez’s POVThe bullets from my Glock tore through the driver’s side windshield of Kilian’s sports car, spraying shattered glass across the leather interior. But the young bastard was already low in the seat. He slammed the car into reverse. The tires shrieked, smoking against the wet asphalt as the vehicle shot backward into the dark corridor between the shipping containers."Gustavo! Cut him off!" I roared, firing three more times until the slide of my gun locked back, empty.Gustavo ran forward, dropping to one knee on the slick concrete. He leveled his automatic rifle and emptied a full magazine into the darkness where the sports car was retreating. The heavy rounds sparks off the steel containers, but the engine roar grew more distant. Kilian was a wild, erratic driver, fishtailing wildly around the blind corner of the main pier structure.A loud engine rev echoed from the secondary exit road near the docks. By the time Gustavo’s men reached the corner, the red taillights of
A Bed Of Roses End Him!
Martinez’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
A Bed Of Roses Coming For Your Little Wife
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
A Bed Of Roses To Undo
Martinez's POV The sweet, heavy scent of Seraphina’s floral perfume inside the dark foyer made my blood turn to ice. My grip on Rodah tightened instinctively, her soft body pressed hard against my chest. I scanned the shadows of the main hall, my hand already resting on the grip of my Glock, but
A Bed Of Roses His Fury And Tenderness
Rodah's POVThe headlights from the black sedans blinded me, and for a split second, I thought we were dead."Hold on!" Martinez roared.With a brutal twist of his massive arms, he swung the heavy steering wheel to the right. The tires shrieked in protest against the asphalt, the heavy SUV tilting
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 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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