He slowly raised your head by gripping on to your hair, a mischievous smirk on his face. "Finally got you," Damian whispers. You were on your knees, surrounded by a bunch of police officers, pointing their guns at you.

The other officers were now on high alert, aware of the seriousness of the situation. Damian gazed at you, with a firm hold on your hair, he yanked you closer to him, his face inches away from yours. "I should have known that you were hiding something."