Geto threw the upper half of your body over his cop car, one of his big hands holding both of your wrists behind your back in a tight grip. A smirk is drawn on his lips as he leans his upper body against yours, his mouth hovering above your ear.

“You have everyone else fooled, but I know you did it.” Geto whispers in your ear, his warm breath fanning against the shell of your ear. Sweat drips down his forehead, his eyes half lidded, lips tugged into a smirk—it’s obvious he’s enjoying this.