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A Bed Of Roses city's mine
Martinez’s POVThe basement holding room was cold and smelled of damp concrete. A single bulb hung from a black wire in the center of the ceiling, casting a harsh glare over the man tied to the heavy chair. His face was pale, his dark tactical shirt torn at the shoulder where Team Alpha had pinned him down in the dirt. Gustavo stood in the shadow behind the chair, his arms crossed over his chest, his face completely expressionless.I walked into the room, leaving the heavy wooden door slightly open. I had not put on a shirt; my bare torso was still exposed. I didn't carry a weapon in my hand. I didn't need one. The sheer weight of my presence inside these four walls was enough to change the pressure in the room.The scout looked up, his eyes wide and bloodshot as my boots clicked against the concrete floor. He swallowed hard, his jaw trembling."Name," I said, my voice a flat, low rumble that bounced off the bare walls.The man swallowed again, shaking his head. "I don't... I’m just
A Bed Of Roses Will Be Back
Martinez’s POVThe silence in the study was absolute as the green numbers on the desk clock shifted to 5:01 AM.On the center monitor, the dirt road leading to the eastern gatehouse lay completely vacant. The dust kicked up by the departing night-shift guards had settled back into the gravel. Only the pale morning mist rolled across the grass, casting a gray haze over the perimeter fences. I leaned both hands on the edge of the mahogany desk, my weight forward, my eyes scanning every square inch of the high-resolution feeds.Beside me, Rodah sat perfectly still. Her coffee mug sat untouched on the tray, the steam no longer rising from the dark liquid. She didn't move, her gaze glued to the screen showing the front doors of the secondary greenhouse. Her fingers were curled tightly into the leather arms of her chair, her knuckles pale under the dim light of the desk lamp."Watch the treeline," I said, my voice barely louder than a breath.Right on cue, a dark shape broke through the d
A Bed Of Roses Blind Spot
Martinez’s POVThe digital clock on the mahogany desk glowed green in the dark study. It was 4:15 AM. The estate was dead silent, but the air inside the room was heavy and thick with anticipation. I sat in my leather chair, staring at the wall of security monitors. The screens showed the eastern perimeter in cold, blue night-vision feeds. The secondary greenhouse looked like a dark glass tomb, completely still, but I knew Team Alpha was inside, tucked deep between the rows of tropical plants with their rifles cold and ready.I had not slept. The operations were too close to the line, and my mind was still buzzing with the heat from the master bedroom.The heavy study door clicked and swung open.I didn't reach for my gun. I knew her scent before she even stepped into the light of the desk lamp. Rodah walked in, fully dressed in a tight black sweater and dark jeans. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail, exposing the sharp, stubborn line of her jaw. She didn't look tired. Her
A Bed Of Roses Under Me
Rodah’s POVThe bedroom door clicked open, and Martinez strode back into the room. He had not put a shirt back on, and the heavy muscles of his chest rose and fell with his deep, controlled breathing. He locked the door behind him, tossing the brass key onto the nightstand with a sharp metallic clatter. The anger from the greenhouse had cooled into something much more calculated, but the raw, possessive heat radiating off him was still completely suffocating.I stood near the edge of the large mattress, my hands resting on my hips. My denim jeans felt tight against my skin, and the friction of my tank top against my hardened nipples kept my body on absolute alert. I didn't back down as he closed the distance between us."Did you handle your guest?" I asked, my voice steady, cutting straight through the heavy silence of the bedroom.Martinez stopped right in front of me, his gray eyes locking onto mine with a dark, heavy intensity.
A Bed Of Roses Family Name
Martinez’s POVThe western guest suite was quiet. The two shooters outside the door straightened up and saluted as I approached. I didn't acknowledge them. I turned the handle and stepped into the room, closing the door behind me.Seraphina was sitting on the edge of the large mattress, her torn jacket tossed onto a nearby armchair. She had washed the dirt from her face, and her blonde hair was brushed back, but her eyes were still sharp and restless. She looked up as I entered, her lips curving into that familiar, dry smile."I see you didn't leave me in a dungeon," she said, her voice smooth and conversational. "I suppose I should thank you for remembering my family name.""You’re here because your father is Maldok Meyers, and I don't need a war with him while I’m cleaning up Kilian’s mess," I said, walking to the center of the room and stopping three feet from her. I kept my hands in my pockets, my posture rigid. "The search came up clean. You don't have any weapons, but you have
A Bed Of Roses Old Secrets
Martinez’s POVI stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, my bare chest still glistening with sweat in the cool air of the corridor. Gustavo’s face was tight as he held out the bloody digital tablet. Behind me, I could hear Rodah’s shallow, rapid breathing. The heat from her body was still rolling off her, but my mind had already locked into operational mode. The lust was still heavy in my gut, a low ache that told me I wasn't finished with my wife, but the syndicate required my brain elsewhere."Show me the log frequencies," I grunted, stepping fully out into the hallway and pulling the heavy bedroom door shut behind me, leaving Rodah inside. I didn't lock it this time. She had shown her hand, and right now, she wasn't the threat.Gustavo tapped the screen, scrolling through a thick column of encrypted data codes. "Seraphina’s device was pinging an external relay every twelve minutes. When we cracked the ledger she stole from old man Meyers, we found a mirror file. The black seda
A Bed Of Roses My Pay
Martinez’s POV I drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my wife's thigh. The red dress looked fucking perfect on her — tight around her tits and ass, showing exactly what belonged to me. She sat stiff beside me, still shaken from earlier. Good. Let her feel it.We got to the old w
A Bed Of Roses My Life For His Debt
Rodah's POV I woke up the next morning with my body still sore in the worst places. My pussy felt sensitive from the way Martinez had licked and sucked me last night until I screamed. I hated how easily I had given in.“That was not the plan,” I whispered to myself.A silver tray sat on the table
A Bed Of Roses Substitute
Rodah's POV I sat on the edge of the huge bed in Martinez’s mansion, my hands shaking in my lap. The white wedding dress still clung to my body. If my sister, Abigail had not run away this morning, I would be back in my small room right now, painting her portrait like I promised. Instead, here I w
A Bed Of Roses Mine
Martinez's POV She wiped her eyes fast. “It’s nothing serious.”I didn’t buy it. My eyes went straight to the side table. Her phone screen was still lit up. The last call showed clear: Dad.“Was that your father who made you cry?” I asked.Before she could open her mouth, the rage hit hard. “I’ll
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