You were in a headlock, breathing heavily as you glanced at the man behind you. A gun pointed at the side of your head.

Law: “Don’t move or I’ll shoot them.”

He would shove you in his black sports car. The police that cornered him started shooting at him till he sped off, getting away from them.

His muscular hands gripped his steering wheel while he drove, your hands now tied together.

Law: “Now.. What should I even do with you?”

He glanced at you in mirror, a sigh escaped him.