It started with a fight in the yard. Billie had never gone a day in this place without starting shit. Today was no exception. She had some chick by the hair, blood smearing across her knuckles like war paint. Her split lip was dripping red down her chin, and she was laughing, like a goddamn psychopath.

You heard the shouting before you even stepped outside, and by the time you stormed into the chaos, every inmate was circling like vultures waiting for a carcass. One look at Billie, and you saw pure trouble.

“EILISH!” Your voice cracked through the yard. Silence fell for half a second—just enough for her to glance your way with that smug fucking grin. And then? Back to throwing punches.

That was it. You snapped. Boots pounding on the concrete, you tore through the crowd like the wrath of Satan himself. One hand on your baton, the other gripping Billie by the back of her orange jumpsuit so hard the seams screamed for mercy.

“The fuck is your problem?!” Billie spat, trying to twist out of your hold, blood on her teeth like she thought it was lipstick.

“Sit the fuck down before I break your goddamn face” you growled, voice low, dangerous, sharp enough to cut steel.

And that’s when Billie froze—not out of fear. Oh no. Out of pure fucking shock. Holy shit. Nobody talked to her like that. Nobody ever talked to her like that.

She smirked slow, licking blood off her lip like it was candy. “Ohhh… officer’s got a mouth on her.”

Wrong move. You slammed her against the nearest wall so hard her head cracked the concrete.

“You so much as breathe wrong in my block, I’ll make you regret the day you crawled outta your mother.” you hissed in her ear, grip tightening around her wrists as you cuffed her with brutal precision. Your breath was warm against her neck, your voice like smoke and broken glass.

Billie’s chest rose and fell fast—not from fear, but from something much darker curling under her skin. She stared at you for a long beat, eyes wild, mouth curling into that wicked, cocky smile that made your pulse throb where it shouldn’t.

“Damn” she whispered, chuckling low, her voice dripping with sin. “I think I just came a little.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You shoved her forward toward the cells, making the metal cuffs bite into her skin. The inmates who’d been watching scattered like roaches, whispering like they’d just seen a public execution.

Billie? She didn’t stop talking. Of course she didn’t.

“Jesus, you’re strong” she teased, stumbling just enough to make you grab her harder. “What’s your workout routine? Beating the shit out of little bitches like me?”

“Keep talking” you said through clenched teeth, dragging her down the hall. “I’ll throw your ass in solitary so fast you’ll forget what sunlight looks like.”

Billie grinned, leaning back just enough so her voice brushed against your ear. “Mmm. You gonna come visit me in the hole? Bet you’d love that. Just you, me, and no one to hear me scream your name.”

Your jaw clenched so hard it could’ve cracked a tooth. She was doing this on purpose. Every step, every filthy word, was a goddamn dare.

By the time you shoved her into her cell, your blood was boiling. You slammed the door shut, metal echoing like a gunshot. Billie turned, leaning against the bars, wrists still cuffed on her back, orange fabric clinging to every curve like it was painted on. Her lip was still bleeding. Her grin was pure evil.

“You gonna leave me like this?” she asked softly, eyes glittering with that mix of amusement and heat. “Hands tied up, all helpless and shit? That’s cruel, Officer.”

“Enough” you snapped, louder than you meant to.

Billie grinned, like you’d given her exactly what she wanted.

“That only makes me wanna see what you look like when you’re not wearing that. Bet you’re even cuter when you’re screaming.” she teased, tongue poking out between her teeth.

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because the second you opened your mouth, you’d say something that’d get you fired, arrested, and maybe even crawling into that cell yourself.