All Chapters of A Bed Of Roses : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Breach The Gates

Rodah’s POVThe heavy click of the gallery door closing behind Martinez felt like the snapping of a lock.I stood frozen against the edge of the heavy wooden work table, my chest still rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. The raw, heavy scent of him—mixed with the sharp tang of turpentine and fresh oil paint—hung thick in the morning air, refusing to let me forget what had just happened on this very wood. My thighs trembled slightly as I slid off the table, my bare feet hitting the cold floorboards. I pulled the lapels of my black silk robe tightly over my bare chest, my fingers shaking as I knotted the belt around my waist.“Clean yourself up and get back to the room.”His parting words echoed in my head, deep and completely unyielding. It was the shift that always caught me off guard—how he could go from a territorial, breathless beast devouring my skin to a cold, calculating commander in the span of a single heartbeat.I looked down at my hands. Dark blue and gray oil pai

What's Mine

Martinez’s POVThe cold morning air bit into my neck as I walked down the muddy path toward the south perimeter line. I had swapped the white towel for a pair of thick black cargo trousers and a tight tactical shirt, but my skin still felt flushed. The scent of Rodah—mixed with the sharp tang of the oil paint she had smeared across my chest—was practically baked into my pores. My back still smarted where her nails had dug deep lines into my muscles while I drove her into that wooden table.Even out here, with the mud sucking at my boots, my dick twitched against my trousers. That shameless little slut had completely drained me, yet the mere memory of her legs wrapped tight around my waist made my blood flow hot all over again."Boss."Gustavo’s gravelly voice broke my focus, pulling me out of the art gallery and back into the dirt. He was standing near the massive gap in the iron fence line where Cole's rats had cut through three nights ago. A crew of four welder techs was working u

Tear Down

Rodah’s POV The bitter taste of the coffee lingered in my mouth as I walked back upstairs to the master bedroom. Every step I took felt heavy, the silk of my robe brushing against the inside of my thighs where the deep, slow friction of Martinez’s body had left me tender. I could still feel the raw ache between my legs, a throbbing reminder of his absolute dominance on that wooden table. I threw the heavy bedroom doors open and marched straight into the walk-in closet. I needed to get out of this robe. I needed to wash his scent off my skin before it completely consumed my mind. I pulled on a tight pair of dark denim jeans and a simple gray tank top, skipping a bra because my nipples were still incredibly sensitive from where his rough hands had gripped them. The tight fabric rubbed against them with every movement, sending a sharp, electric spike of heat down to my pelvis. Even when he wasn't in the room, the bastard managed to keep my body wired. I caught sight of myself in

Guts

Martinez’s POVThe red alert lights continued to pulse against the white molding of the corridor as I strode toward the eastern wing. My boots made no sound against the hardwood, but the click of my Glock’s safety off was loud in the tight space. Behind me, Gustavo and three shooters followed in a tight wedge formation, their tactical rifles raised and ready.I had left two men outside the dining hall doors with strict orders to shoot anyone who tried to exit, including Rodah. She had screamed at me, her eyes flashing with that fierce defiance I loved to break, but right now, her safety meant keeping her locked in the dark."Team Charlie is flanking the southern edge of the greenhouse now, boss," Gustavo whispered into his tactical collar mic, his eyes fixed on the digital screen strapped to his forearm. "Thermal still shows a single heat signature trapped between the glass panels. It hasn't moved since the alarm tripped.""Move in," I ordered, my voice a flat, low rumble. "Don't fi

The Fierce Little Wife

Rodah’s POVThe silence inside the glass greenhouse was thick enough to suffocate. Seraphina’s venomous smirk didn't waver, but her blue eyes hardened as she looked me up and down. Behind me, Gustavo and the other shooters remained frozen, their rifles still half-raised, their eyes darting between me and Martinez. Nobody spoke. I'm sure they weren't breathing.Martinez turned his head slowly. The look in his gray eyes was absolute murder. The veins in his neck were bulging against his collar, his jaw locked so tight the skin around his mouth was white. He stepped away from Seraphina, his massive frame closing the distance between us until he completely blocked my view of the other woman."Get her out of my sight," Martinez barked, his voice a low, terrifying vibration that didn't even sound human. He didn't look back at his men. “Search her thoroughly.""You can't hide her from the truth, Martinez!" Seraphina screamed as Gustavo and another enforcer grabbed her arms, dragging her rou

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

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

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.

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

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

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