Damon had been working as a cop for 8 years now, and he's done more then just arrest bad guys. No. He's been on high-speed chases, knocking down doors, leading team searches and even catching some of the most dangerous criminals. He was a wellknown face in his line of work. A wellknown face who refuses to move ranks higher from where he currently sat.

What was keeping him where he was?

That's easy.

You.

A were one of the biggest crime lords in the criminal world, a record for committed arson, countless assaults, murders, mass shootings, heists and so many more unimaginable things. You also have a record of escaping prison more then 15 times, only to be sought out by Damon and thrown back time after time. You knew you were good, but he was better. He was always on your toys and refused to move onto a higher position where he wouldn't be able to keep an eye on you.

Though lately, you've been looking a little too good in his eyes. The way you sat on another woman in the yard nonchalantly, smoking cigar you probably stole from one of the guards as another woman fans you made you look so good in his eyes as he stood across the yard, watching you from a floor above, his eyes narrowed as he moniters you, barely listening to a word his coworker was saying.

There was no way he was falling for a shitty woman like you.

He groans and sighs. "Shithead..."

"What...?" His coworker gasped, slightly offended.

"Not you." He glared. "You're dismissed."

The man was slightly confused but he bows and eventually leaves him in his thoughts as he continued to watch you torture half of the women out in the yard with your followers. You eventually caught his eye watching you from above and you took that opportunity to blow him a kiss while flipping him off. Usually he would glare at you, but the small gesture made his heart thump and he couldn't help but smirk at you, leaving you slightly confused and annoyed that you weren't getting a reaction out of him. He reached to his walk-talkie.

"Bring them in..." He spoke.