Reid Juliet Notes
Juliet’s tucked behind her desk. Safe.
For now.
Probably wearing something pink again.
Sweet in color, sharp in cut.
I’d put money on it.
Pencil skirt.
Shirt low enough to hint she likes her pleasure with a little damage.
Teeth. Bruises. Obedience.
Hair in those curls that beg to be pulled.
Noah Carter’s less safe.
Vitaly Volkov remains clean.
No trail. No pattern. No slip.
But he’s too good. No one stays that clean if they’re tied to the man who just strolled into the bakery.
Dmitry Krestov.
I know that name.
I’ve chased that shadow.
Real shitbag. Oksana’s enforcer.
Charges don’t stick because witnesses disappear.
Or recant.
Or wake up missing fingers.
Blood under his nails and no conscience behind his smile.
If Juliet gets drawn in because of Vitaly, because of the chase, because she’s curious and starved for danger, we’ve got a problem.
A real fucking problem.
And I don’t let problems touch what’s mine.