Chapter 238 Undercover Under Me Ch5

• The first knock hits before the sun.It’s polite. Polished. The kind of knock that says we’re not here to ask — we’re here to watch you sweat.
• Detective Kade Hartley opens the door bare-chested — still half hard from the memory of her throat on him, the squeak of his steering wheel when she climbed up and dragged him raw in that busted stakeout car.
• They tell him what he already feels in his bones:There’s a bag. There’s blood. There’s no other prints but yours.