All Chapters of A Bed Of Roses : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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I Don't Leave Witnesses

Martinez’s POV The private executive elevator climbed the final fifteen floors in total, suffocating silence. The air inside the steel car was thick with the heavy stench of cordite, burning copper from the server room, and the raw, dripping musk of Rodah’s skin. She stood pressed against my side, her bare feet leaving faint pink smears on the mirrored floor from the blood of the guards she had shot downstairs. Her breath was coming in short, jagged gasps, her small hand still gripping the SIG Sauer so hard her knuckles looked like white marble. The black silk of her robe had worked its way loose during the sprint, hanging low over her hips and exposing the flushed, sweating skin of her chest to the bright elevator lights. She was vibrating with pure adrenaline—a stubborn, lethal creature born directly out of the violence we had just committed. The elevator chimed, a soft, polite sound that clashed violently with the blood on my face. The doors slid back, revealing Lawrence

In The Heat

POV: Martinez’s POVGustavo’s voice cut out into a wall of static. I didn't waste a second. I looked down at Lawrence, whose eyes were wide with a fresh, pathetic terror. He had heard the word Meyers. He knew his corporate game was officially over, replaced by real mafia violence."Martinez, wait—" Lawrence gasped.I raised the heavy Glock and slammed the butt of it straight across his jaw. The bone cracked loudly. Lawrence grunted, his eyes rolling back as his limp body slumped over the polished black quartz desk. He was out cold.I grabbed Rodah’s arm, my grip tight and unyielding. She was shaking, her green eyes wide as she clutched the cold iron of the SIG Sauer. She was a civilian, a woman caught in a storm of blood she never asked for."We're leaving. Now," I growled, dragging her toward the private elevator."Martinez, who is Maldok?" she whispered frantically, her bare feet slapping against the rug as I pulled her into the steel box. "What is happening to the estate?""Maldo

Think I Have A Soft Throat?

Martinez’s POVThe heavy V8 engine ticked loudly as it idled, the sound cutting through the steady patter of rain against the armored windshield. Outside, the courtyard was a wall of black steel. Maldok’s security detail stood like statues under the gray drizzle, their hands folded over the fronts of their dark overcoats, their faces completely blank.Beside me, Rodah was still trembling, her skin flushed a deep, burning pink from the heat of the ride. She was frantically pulling the black silk of her robe back over her shoulders, her small fingers slick with my sweat as she tried to cover her nakedness. She looked out the window at the line of black SUVs, her green eyes wide with a quiet terror."Martinez," she whispered, her voice barely carrying over the rumble of the exhaust. "Who is that man?""Stay in the seat," I commanded, my voice dropping into a flat, sub-zero drone. I reached down, picked the SIG Sauer up from the floorboards, and shoved it back into her lap. "Keep the i

One Wife

Martinez’s POVI stood on the wet gravel and watched the red taillights of Maldok’s convoy disappear through the massive iron gates. As the last SUV rolled onto the highway, a deep, mechanical hum vibrated through the ground. The backup generators cut off, and the main power grid surged back to life.Bright, harsh floodlights illuminated the courtyard. The floodlights washed away the shadows, exposing the deep tire tracks in the gravel and the heavy blast marks on the perimeter walls. My house was a fortress again.I turned around and walked back to the armored sedan. I pulled the passenger door open.Rodah was sitting completely still in the passenger seat. The bright lights of the courtyard spilled into the cabin, illuminating her pale face. She was gripping the black silk robe tightly around her shoulders. The heavy SIG Sauer rested in her lap, her small hands still resting near the trigger.The adrenaline of the firefight and the wild, frantic sex we just had on the highway was f

Coming For Your Little Wife

Martinez’s POVThe estate was brightly lit, but the air inside my study felt like the inside of a tomb. I had stripped off my heavy tactical vest, leaving me in a tight black t-shirt that was still damp with sweat.Gustavo stood by the large monitors, his face grim as he pulled up the security logs from the federal raid. He pointed a thick finger at a line of red code blinking on the screen."The feds didn't just hack us from the outside, boss," Gustavo said, his voice dropping low. "Someone manually disabled the outer security grid override. They did it from the localized remote hub down at our shipping docks. It happened twenty minutes before the feds even rolled up to our gates."My jaw tightened until the bone ached. A mole. Someone in my lower ranks had opened the back door for Lawrence Freeheight."Find out every bastard who was on shift at the docks tonight," I growled. "I want names by dawn."Before Gustavo could answer, the burner phone we had recovered from one of Lawrence's

End Him!

Martinez’s POVThe rain was coming down in thick, stinging sheets by the time my armored SUV tore through the chain-link gates of the Rinaldi shipping docks. The tires screeched against the slick, oil-stained asphalt of the pier. Behind me, two transport vans filled with my primary shooters halted in a tight formation, blocking the exit.My blood was still white-hot from Kilian’s video call. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard his vulgar voice talking about bending Rodah over, talking about putting his hands on my wife’s skin. The sheer, possessive rage was a heavy weight in my chest, making my grip on my weapon bone-crushingly tight."Move!" I barked into my radio.We hit the main warehouse like a sledgehammer. My men kicked the heavy steel side doors open, their boots pounding against the concrete. The dock workers didn't even have time to reach for their pieces. Within two minutes, my shooters had twelve men face-down on the cold floor, their hands zip-tied behind their backs.I s

Erratic Bastard

Martinez’s POVThe bullets from my Glock tore through the driver’s side windshield of Kilian’s sports car, spraying shattered glass across the leather interior. But the young bastard was already low in the seat. He slammed the car into reverse. The tires shrieked, smoking against the wet asphalt as the vehicle shot backward into the dark corridor between the shipping containers."Gustavo! Cut him off!" I roared, firing three more times until the slide of my gun locked back, empty.Gustavo ran forward, dropping to one knee on the slick concrete. He leveled his automatic rifle and emptied a full magazine into the darkness where the sports car was retreating. The heavy rounds sparks off the steel containers, but the engine roar grew more distant. Kilian was a wild, erratic driver, fishtailing wildly around the blind corner of the main pier structure.A loud engine rev echoed from the secondary exit road near the docks. By the time Gustavo’s men reached the corner, the red taillights of

Satisfied Wife

Martinez’s POV The room was warm, lit only by the golden glow of the bedside lamps.Rodah was asleep. She was curled on her side in the middle of the massive mattress, her black silk robe twisted around her small frame. Her breathing was steady, her face calm in the soft light. The heavy SIG Sauer lay on the nightstand right beside her hand.A wave of intense relief hit my chest, washing away the foul taste of Kilian’s threats. She was safe. The young bastard hadn't touched my estate or my woman. I walked to the edge of the bed, my boots making no sound on the thick rug, and looked down at her."You're my woman," I muttered under my breath, my voice a low, gravelly vibration in the quiet room. "You will always be that. No one is taking you from me. I will kill every last one of them before they even look at you again."Rodah stirred. Her eyelashes fluttered open, her green eyes adjusting to the light until they locked onto me. She sat up

Ambush!

Martinez’s POVThe armored SUV bounced violently as I tore over the rusted tracks of the old rail yard. Behind me, three transport trucks carrying thirty of my best shooters followed in a tight line, their headlights cut to avoid detection. The rain had slowed to a steady, freezing mist that hung low over the gravel yards."The main warehouse is straight ahead," Gustavo said, checking the tactical tablet in his lap. "According to Henderson's map, that’s where Kilian is storing the distribution trucks he stole from our northern border route."I didn't say a word. I gripped the steering wheel, my mind still locked on the image of Rodah lying in my bed, her skin flushed from my touch. I had left her under absolute lock and key. Now, I was going to erase the bastard who dared to think he could take her from me.I slammed the brakes, bringing the SUV to a halt fifty yards from the warehouse doors. I hopped out, pulling the slide back on my Glock. Gustavo and thirty shooters fanned out ins

How Did You Get In?!

Rodah’s POVThe echoes of Martinez’s heavy footsteps had long faded from the hallway, but the memory of his body against mine still burned in my skin. I lay completely still in the middle of the massive mahogany bed, the twisted black silk robe barely covering my shivering frame. My chest rose and fell in a slow, ragged rhythm as I stared up at the high decorative ceiling. Every muscle in my thighs ached from the brutal, territorial way he had fucked me before walking out into the rain with a loaded weapon.I turned my head slowly, my eyes tracking the harsh golden glow of the bedside lamps. Right next to the crystal water glass sat the heavy iron frame of the SIG Sauer. He had left it there like a token of his possessive protection. A reminder that in his world, safety didn't come from locks or laws—it came from lead.Outside the window, the steady hum of the estate's massive backup generators provided a low, vibrating baseline that made the floorboards tremble slightly. I knew there

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