A Bed Of Roses
Martinez lifted my limp body out of the leather seat as if I weighed nothing.
I instinctively buried my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the scent of tobacco and leather. His grip on me was tight, possessive, and unyielding as he marched toward the grand entrance.
But as we reached the threshold, my eyes snapped wide open.
The massive, reinforced front doors of the mansion were swung wide open, banging slightly against the interior walls. The guards who were supposed to be securing the entrance were nowhere to be seen. And as Martinez stepped into the dark foyer, the heavy, suffocating scent of expensive, sweet floral perfume hit my nose, completely masking the smell of the nigh
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