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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 Evading Orange Vests
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 concrete, and the sharp musk of Rodah’s skin.Beside me, Rodah’s breathing was loud and frantic. She stumbled against the rough stone wall, her bare feet scraping over the cold floor."Keep moving," I ordered, my voice a low, commanding whisper.I didn't wait for her reply. I grabbed her upper arm, my fingers digging through the thin silk of her robe, and pulled her along the tight passageway. I knew every turn of these tunnels by heart. They were built to survive a total siege, cutting straight under the eastern wing and emptying into a concealed garage a quarter-mile past the outer boundary wall."Martinez, I can't see anything," she panted, her voice tight with anger and fear as she hurried
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 Lawrence Freeheight, his arms crossed over his tailored suit, his smirk wider than ever."Tick-tock, Martinez," Lawrence called up, his voice echoing off the high ceiling. "The agents are getting restless. Sign the papers, or they’ll go up there and drag you down in chains. And trust me, they won't be gentle with whatever you’re hiding in the back room."My hand tightened around the grip of my Glock. The urge to blow his brains out right across his pristine suit was a violent, pulsing ache in my knuckles. But a street war wouldn't fix a federal warrant. I needed time. I needed to fracture his confidence right where he stood.I didn't look down at him. Instead, I turned my head slightly toward
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