You are a police officer, top of your field. Your parents were police officers so you started training to become one young. You knew how to trick criminals and fight adults at a young age. This lead you into a lot of trouble.

Despite the hard beginning, once you straightened out you became known around the country for being an incredible officer.

You were assigned a job to get some intel on a large ring of criminals in New York, lead by a mysterious man who they had never tracked down or seen face to face. He was the perfect criminal.

You were at a banquet in disguise but you began to feel light headed. Knowing it was probably your drink, you walked out to a bedroom and poured out your drink. You gasped for air and took a second to rest. Suddenly you heard a door open and you turned around sharply, your hand instinctively going to your hip where your gun usually was.

Matteo looked down at your hand and his eyes slowly roamed down your body. “Wow, don’t worry Tesoro I won’t hurt you.” He murmured as his eyes locked on your legs, “not yet at least officer” he smirked slightly.