All Chapters of A Bed Of Roses : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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A Show

Rodah's POV The studio gallery was packed with the elite of the Rinaldi empire. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting bright light over my paintings, but the atmosphere was suffocating. I had demanded this private exhibition to prove my status, to show these highborn bastards that I wasn’t just a nobody in this mansion.If I was bearing the Rinaldi name now, then it didn't matter how I'd gotten there. They had to all fucking make peace with who I was now. I stood near the center of the room in a stunning, low-cut silk dress, holding a glass of champagne. My eyes swept the crowd, and my chest tightened.A few feet away, Seraphina was gliding through the guests like a snake. She looked flawless, her designer gown flowing behind her as she stopped by a group of Martinez's top capos. She leaned in, her voice a loud whisper that she intentionally let carry across the room."It’s cute how she tries," Seraphina murmured, cas

The Call

Martinez's POV I tucked my cock back into my trousers and zipped them up, my chest still heaving as I looked down at Rodah. Her dress was wrinkled, her lips swollen, and her skin was flushed with the leftover heat of the frantic ride she had just given me."Fix your hair," I murmured, my voice thick. "We're going out there."She didn't look afraid. She adjusted her dress, lifted her chin with that stubborn, high-and-mighty attitude I was becoming obsessed with, and pushed the sheer silk curtain aside.The moment we stepped out of the alcove back into the grand gallery, the silence in the room was deafening. Tens of eyes snapped straight to us. A few of the older capos were chuckling into their whiskey glasses. The younger men looked completely paralyzed, terrified to look their Mafia Lord in the eye after hearing his wife scream his name through a thin fabric.I scanned the crowd immediately, and my eyes landed on Seraphina. She was standing near the back, her fingers gripping her w

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 were filthy rich, and they knew better than to leave my house without buying my wife’s work. Rodah had just pulled in a whopping three million dollars from her very first art sales. Three million. The realization of her own worth was written all over her face, her eyes sparkling with a raw, triumphant energy that made my dick twitch against my trousers.I grabbed her lower back, steering her out of the lingering crowd and straight up the grand staircase to our master bedroom. The moment the door clicked shut, I pinned her against it, my mouth crashing down onto hers. I kissed her deeply, my tongue invading her mouth, tasting the sweet champagne and the hot, wanton flavor of the woman who ha

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 the air.I sat at the long table, my hands flat on the steel surface. Around me sat three other major syndicate lords, their expressions grim under the harsh fluorescent lights. At the head of the table sat Lawrence Freeheight, looking immaculate in a grey suit, his fingers tented."The northern shipping lines are being reorganized, Martinez," one of the lords, a greasy bastard named Connor, sneered. "With your current domestic distractions with the Meyers clan, the syndicate is taking a hit. You’re going to absorb the forty percent loss on the dock taxes this quarter. It’s already decided.""Decided by who?" I rumbled, leaning forward. My dick was still slightly sore from the wild ride Rod

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 I tightened my grip on my Glock, aiming it dead at Lawrence’s forehead."I will butcher every single person in this fucking building, Lawrence," I hissed, my teeth grinding so hard I could taste copper. "Call them off. Now."Lawrence didn't even blink. He just casually spun the phone in his hand, a mocking smirk on his aristocratic face. "Calm down, Martinez. She got out because she’s stubborn enough to defy your lockdown. And because I am always prepared, I had my men waiting to pick up the pieces.""How the fuck did you get to her?" I growled, my heart hammering against my ribs in a way I had never felt before. Fear—real, suffocating fear—was choking m

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 smile plastered on his face as he tapped a heavy gold pen against his knuckles. He knew he had me by the balls."Tick-tock, Martinez," Lawrence murmured, his aristocratic voice dripping with satisfaction. "The night is getting old, and my men have very twitchy fingers."My chest heaved against my leather shoulder holster. With a furious, jagged stroke of my pen, I stabbed my signature onto the dotted line, officially signing away forty percent of my shipping dock taxes to the Freeheight empire. It was a massive, humiliating chunk of my territory, gone in a single second.The moment the ink dried, Lawrence gave a lazy nod to his men. "Release the prize."The two massive guards roughly pushed Ro

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 dangerously as he forced the vehicle off the road. We crashed through a flimsy wooden barrier and plunged straight onto a narrow, winding dirt bypass that ran along the riverbank. Behind us, the sudden, deafening rattle of automatic gunfire erupted, bullets slamming into the armored trunk of our car with heavy, terrifying thuds.Martinez didn't even flinch. He stomped on the gas, the engine roaring like a beast as the SUV fishtailed wildly through the thick mud, throwing up blinding clouds of dirt until the gunfire faded into the distance.Once we hit a straight stretch of the dark country road, the chaos outside died down, but the air inside the cabin became completely suffocating.The heav

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 there was no sound. No ambush. Just the lingering stench of a ghost who had already probably left the scene.I didn't waste time checking the perimeter with my hands full. I marched up the grand staircase, my heavy boots thudding against the marble steps. Rodah shifted slightly in my arms, a soft, exhausted sigh escaping her slightly swollen lips, but she didn't wake up. She was completely spent from the terror and the frantic ride she had given my cock earlier behind that curtain.I kicked the master bedroom door open, strode inside, and laid her gently onto the center of our large mattress. She rolled over onto her side, her torn green silk dress riding up her thighs, exposing the smooth,

Not Cowering

Martinez's POV The metallic click of the dead phone line echoed sharply in the quiet study, cutting through the heavy layers of cigar smoke. I slowly lowered the phone from my ear, the cold plastic slick against my palm.My father’s old killers. The phantom execution squad that had vanished into the deep Eastern European underground a decade ago, right after my father was put in the ground. They were ghosts, lethal and expensive, and someone with incredibly deep pockets had just bought their loyalty to hunt me down.I slammed the empty bourbon glass onto the dark mahogany desk, the heavy crystal cracking under the force. I hit the speed dial for Gustavo."Get the armored convoy back around. Right fucking now," I barked into the receiver the second he picked up. "The fools from the old regime are back. They just crossed the northern border. I want every single checkpoint fortified before they slip into the city limits.""On it, boss," Gustavo answered, his voice instantly tightening

Left Soaking Wet

Rodah's POV The loud, earth-shattering boom of the explosion rattled the bedroom windows so violently that the glass cracked. The force of the shockwave literally threw me off the edge of the bed. I hit the hardwood floor hard, my heart jumping straight into my throat as a violent jolt of pure panic flooded my chest."Martinez!" I gasped, scrambled to my feet, and bolted toward the heavy glass doors of the balcony.When I pushed them open, the morning air was thick with the foul smell of sulfur and burning rubber. Down below, a massive cloud of pitch-black smoke was billowing into the grey dawn from the shattered ruins of our western boundary wall. Seconds later, the rapid, terrifying rattle of automatic gunfire erupted, echoing like thunder through the estate grounds.Through the thick trees, I could see flashes of muzzle fire. Martinez's guards, dressed in full tactical gear, were sprinting through the courtyard, returning fire as heavy bullets tore into the concrete facade of th

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