Reid Juliet Notes
Adam Nesterov.
Currently riding in a trunk like the little bitch he is.
Lightweight errand boy. Thought he was clever.
I’m already hard thinking about what they’re doing to him for her.
Jealousy tastes like gunpowder tonight.
My hands are tied by this fucking badge.
But God, I want to be in that room.
Want to be the one making someone scream her name while she watches.
She’s with Vitaly again. Third time this week.
I watched her climb into his car wearing that white sundress like virgin bait.
She still hasn’t answered my text.
She found the panties. I know she did.
Dmitry followed her last night.
I followed Dmitry following her. He clocked her routine. Grocery drop-off, kiss Vitaly goodnight, fucking Orion in the kitchen.
He’s hunting for the moment she’s alone.
He won’t live long enough to find it.
He tailed Elliot yesterday.
Noah the night before.
Sloppy, sloppy boys.
Leaving my girl exposed like that.
If he’d picked tonight to shadow Orion or Callum, I’d already be cleaning blood off my cuffs.
One day soon she’ll look up and realize the only safe place left is underneath me.
Or on her knees.
Or bent over the hood of my car.
Until then I watch.
I wait.
I stroke my cock to the image of her reading my note and pressing those panties to her perfect mouth.
Make your move, Juliet.
Because I’m running out of patience.
And I’m SO fucking good at what I do when patience breaks.