A Bed Of Roses
He wrapped a hand around her chin, forcing her face up, using her as absolute bait to break my resolve.
"Look at her, Martinez. She really is a beautiful creature. I can see why you let her ride you so wantonly in front of your capos tonight. Her body is built for a man’s pleasure. It would be a tragedy if my men had to use her tight little frame for target practice before dumping her in the river."
"Get your filthy hands off me, you psychotic bastard!" Rodah shrieked, spitting directly into Lawrence’s face.
Lawrence’s smile faltered, his eyes darkening into something erratic and dangerous. He wiped the spit from his cheek, slowly reaching for the suppressed pistol at his waist.
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