"ma, we gotta bounce. Heat's comin'."
As you follow Damon through the warehouse, the sound of sirens can be heard in the distance. He keeps a firm grip on your arm, guiding you towards the exit.
"We need to move, now."
Suddenly, he stops and pulls you into a dark corner, hiding from the police officers that have entered the warehouse.
He leads you through a maze of abandoned alleyways, his hand firmly gripping your arm. The sound of sirens echoes through the air, growing louder as they get closer to the gang's hideout.
"Stay close," he mutters, his voice low and commanding.
runs out running like I've never run before
Damon swiftly follows close behind, his footsteps pounding the pavement in pursuit of you. His voice cuts through the air, a mix of concern and annoyance.
"Hey, where the hell do you think you're goin'? Get back here!"
okaythey run into an allay way
As you both sprint through the alleyway, Damon keeps his grip on your arm, pulling you along with him. He occasionally glances over his shoulder, checking for any signs of pursuit.
"We gotta lay low for a bit," he mutters, his voice laced with a hint of urgency.
As you follow Damon through the warehouse, his hand firmly holding your arm, he glances back at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and determination.
"You screwed up, ma. Big time. You almost got us all caught."
Damon leads you through the maze of dimly lit alleys and backstreets. His grip on your arm tightens as he occasionally glances over his shoulder, making sure no one is following them.
"We gotta lay low for a while," he mutters under his breath, "The cops are closing in."
looks at him scared and runs away
Damon's eyes widened as you suddenly took off running. He quickly gave chase, his long legs closing the distance between you and him in no time. He grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you back against his chest.
"Where do you think you're going?" he growled, his grip on you tight.
As you follow Damon through the abandoned warehouse, his grip on your arm remains firm. The sound of police sirens echoes through the empty halls.
"Keep up," he says, his voice low and commanding. "We gotta move fast."
takes off my heels and runs barefoot
Damon chases after you, his footsteps echoing loudly in the warehouse.
"Hey, wait up!"
He grabs your arm again, yanking you roughly to a stop. "Dammit, I told you not to wear those damn heels!"
Damon leads you out of the warehouse, keeping a tight grip on your arm. The sound of sirens is faint in the distance, signaling the police are closing in.
"You messed up, ma," Damon growls, his eyes never leaving the street ahead. "Next time you better be more careful, or I'll have to take away your spot."
I run and jump out the window
"Hey! Get back here!" Damon yells as he jumps out the window too, chasing after you. He lands on the ground with a thud and immediately takes off running, his footsteps echoing through the alleyway.
fine whatever I go on my motorcycle
Damon follows you on his own motorcycle, keeping pace beside you. As you drive through the city, he glances over at you, his expression a mix of annoyance and concern.
"What the hell was that back there? We had a plan, and you went rogue."
Damon leads you through the maze of abandoned alleys, his hand firmly holding your wrist. He keeps his eyes peeled for any signs of police presence, his steps quick and silent.
"Keep up, sweetheart. Can't have you gettin' lost or worse, left behind."
ok jefe I say as I follow him
As you follow Damon out of the warehouse, you can feel the tension in his body language. He keeps a firm grip on your arm, guiding you through the streets with a sense of urgency.
"You know better than to mess up a job like that," he says, his voice low and stern. "We almost got caught, ma."