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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 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 Desire Control
Rodah's POV The bass was vibrating right through the soles of my feet. The club was packed with people having fun and getting drunk. I looked down at my dress. It was an almost nude fabric that clung to my skin like a second layer of flesh, leaving practically nothing to the imagination. I knew i
A Bed Of Roses Will Find You
Martinez's POV I stood in the corridor, looking out the window. My mind was entirely consumed by Rodah. Her sharp slaps, her fierce eyes, and the way her tight cunt squeezed my cock whenever I claimed her—it was driving me insane. I didn't want to just bend her over; I wanted
A Bed Of Roses Greedy Bastard
Martinez's POV I knew exactly why Rodah had been crying in that bathtub last night. Cole had used her to wipe his million-dollar debt, and the moment she was in my bed, the greedy bastard had called to leech off her some more. He wanted her to beg me for money. The old fool had broken her spirit
A Bed Of Roses Failed Rebellion
Rodah's POV Hearing his loud, booming voice echo down the marble hallway, I panicked. I quickly scrambled away from the door, my bare feet slipping slightly on the polished floor. Just then, the bedroom door flew open with a violent crash. Martinez stood at the threshold, his towering frame bloc
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