They Are Mine Too: A Twisted Stalker Reverse Harem Romance (They Are Mine Duet Book 2) by Gwendoline Rose

Author:Gwendoline Rose [Rose, Gwendoline]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2026-03-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Orion

The guy we’re tailing looks like the human equivalent of unseasoned boiled chicken. Beige sedan, beige windbreaker, beige personality that probably apologizes to furniture when he bumps into it. He checks his rearview for the fourth time in two blocks. Not paranoia.

Guilt.

The man’s soul is sweating.

Callum has his size-fourteen boots on my dash like we’re picking up dry cleaning instead of about to stuff a sleazy middleman into a trunk.

“So,” he says, rolling the lollipop across his tongue. “On a scale from one to Juliet, how many pieces does this guy leave in tonight?”

“Juliet is not a unit of measurement,” I say.

Callum snorts so hard the lollipop almost flies out. “Bullshit. One Juliet is ‘I followed you home and learned your blood type for fun.’ Two Juliets is ‘you looked at my man too long, now I’m keeping your eyes in a jar.’ I’ve got a schedule to keep, mate.”

The sedan finally signals. Three feet from the turn.

Then hooks into a dark little alley behind a dying strip mall. The kind of place where the rent is cheap because nobody asks why the vans only show up after midnight.

“Juliet and a half,” I say. “We need him coherent enough to name names. Limbs stay attached. For now.”

Callum grins like I just told him Juliet texted the chocolate lube is back in stock. “So all ten fingers, but kneecaps are participation trophies?”

I don’t answer. He knows I won’t. He just likes watching me pretend I’m the reasonable one.

Our guy scurries out of his car, does that nervous half-jog vanillas do when they’re terrified of getting mugged by their own shadow. He glances over his shoulder once. Doesn’t spot us, but he feels the reaper breathing on his neck.

Then he disappears.

“Look at you,” Callum sing-songs, “going full Boy Scout. Juliet gets one shiny badge in the toy box and suddenly you’re worried about witnesses and camera angles. Next you’ll be reading him his rights before we break them.”

“Shut up,” I say.

Because he’s not wrong.

Reid’s a cop. A dirty one, sure, but still a cop. And tonight we’re about to make another guy regret every life choice that led him to Oksana, Dmitry, and by extension our girl.

Callum pops the lollipop out of his mouth and points it at the building like a gun. “Ten bucks says he pisses himself before we even get the duct tape out.”

“Twenty says he cries for his mom first.”

Callum whistles low. “Twenty it is. Loser mows the lawn all summer.”

Yeah. Not happening. “That’s already your chore, asshole. You win I mow the lawn. I win you repaint the fucking siding.”

I kill the engine.

Showtime.

We wait like patient wolves who’ve already picked which parts they’re eating first.

Forty-three minutes later, Beige Boy scurries out clutching a cheap vinyl briefcase like it’s his last will and testament. He’s sweating through his jacket now. Big dark circles under the armpits.

Cute.

He never even makes it to his car.

Callum ghosts up behind him, one arm looping casually around his neck.

“Hey, buddy,” Callum whispers, cheery as a chainsaw.

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