** GHOST POV **

"I still don't understand why I have to be the one to do this." Gio groaned in annoyance, his voice blaring from the speakers in the van. 

"You're the only one out of all of us with an extensive enough criminal record to get into the penitentiary." I said as I watched him walk down the street from the screens in the van. Storm was in the drivers seat, and Angelo was in the passenger side. I was in the back with Damon, Rebel, and Fox as we watched the screens intently. 

Damon sealed the deal with Amelia better than I could have imagined. The man never ceases to surprise me with his intellect and negation skills. I'm normally never proved wrong, but I was surprisingly impressed when Damon was able to pull off the deal by just winging it. 

Plan A was simple: 

Gio commits a simple crime, they see his record, they book him and he has access to the other prisoners. He'll find Axel, explain to him the situation, start a riot during dinner, and slip out at the exit we will secure. I'll be in a car to pick them up, we transport Axel to a boat Storm and Fox are waiting in, deliver him to his mommy, and we get Thorns alliance. Simple shit. 

Now we were sitting in a black van Storm and Fox modified. It had screens build into the side of it, lining the inside of the wall. All of them were displaying the different camera angles of Gio, so we can keep an eye on him. We gave Gio a micro ear piece, that fit in his ear without being noticed, so we can communicate with him once he was in the prison. He will be booked under a fake name and social security number, so they couldn't trace him once he escaped with Thorn. All he has to do now is get arrested. 

"Why can't one of you guys do this again?" Gio's said as he looked both ways before crossing the street, walking towards a group of guards from the prison that were on their lunch break. We made sure we were a few blocks away from the penitentiary. 

"For the hundredth fucking time, none of us have a record. The penitentiary houses some of the worst criminals in the world. If one of us were to get arrested, then they'd just transfer us to a smaller jail. No stop asking questions and break the law idiota." Damon said in annoyance as he leaned forward and held down the button that allows Gio to hear what we were saying. The van was tiny, so our arms were overlapping as they rested on the small table, the closeness causing my body to fill with heat. 

"Remember Gio. It has to be a SMALL crime. If you do anything excessive, they'll throw you in solitary, and you won't have access to Thorn." I said as I pressed on the button in front of me. I was leaning against the table, causing Damon's hand to graze my thigh. I sharply inhaled a breath at his touch, a motion that did not go unnoticed by him. 

"Aw, do I make you nervous, bambino?" He said seductively in my ear as his fingers started to graze my knee that was under the table. My body filled with emotions stronger than I've ever felt, overwhelming me and my senses. 

"Fuck I can't think of any crimes on the spot. What should I do?" He said as he walked closer and closer to the group of guards. They were standing outside of a coffee shop, talking in front of their police cruiser. 

"Oh for christ's sake. Just do anything to get you arrested." Rebel said in an aggregated voice. 

I was too distracted by Damons fingers slowly traveling up my thigh to even care what she was saying. Our eyes were locked as his hand kept traveling up my leg at a tantalizing pace. Everyones eyes were locked on the screen, so everyone was unaware of what was happening between us. Damon leaned over, so his lips caressed my ear. 

"Your body responds to me so well, baby." He breathed as his fingertips neared my hip. I bit my lip to suppress a moan, not even trying to fight off the attraction I felt for him. He smirked as his fingers traced up my hip slowly, getting enjoyment from teasing me. 

"Excuse me, officer?" Gio's voice rang through the speakers. Damons hands were inching slowly towards my core, which was throbbing with need and desire.

"Yes? What can I help you with?" I heard one of the officers say to Gio.

Damons hands were almost to my core, when I placed my hand over his, causing our fingers to interlace and stop him from moving any further. I looked over at him, with my lips slightly parted and saw his eyes dilate from attraction and arousal. His gaze fell down to my lips for a moment before they went back up to my eyes.

A loud gunshot rang throughout the car, forcing us turn our attention over to the screens. Gio was holding a gun in his hand, and one of the officers was on the floor, blood pooling beneath him as he held onto his crotch while screaming in pain. 

"How'd I do?!" Gio said enthusiastically as he smiled at the street camera before he was tackled violently to the ground by the other two officers and handcuffed. 

"GIO WHAT THE FUCK! SHOOTING A COP IN THE DICK IS NOT A SMALL FUCKING CRIME!" Rebel screamed angrily as she held down the button while Fox rubbed her temples in frustration. Storm was gently hitting his head against the steering wheel repeatedly while Angelo threw his head back and groaned in annoyance.

"You said to do anything!?" He whispered as he was placed in the back of the police cruiser. 

"MAYBE PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE, OR MAYBE VERBALLY ASSAULT HIM, NOT FUCKING CASTRATE HIM WITH A BULLET YOU FOOL!" Rebel screamed as she threw one of her hands up while the other was still holding down the button. 

"Well maybe you should have been more specific then, huh?" Gio whisper screamed in annoyance as the police cruiser drove off with their sirens blaring. 

"Well, Plan A is fucked. Moving on to Plan B." I said as I rolled my eyes, thankful that I predicted that Gio would be the one to fuck this up somehow. 

"On it." Storm called our from the drivers seat as he and Angelo quickly exited the car. I looked down to see that mine and Damon's fingers still intertwined underneath the table. I quickly lifted my hand from his, and tried to focus on the task at hand. 

We watched through the cameras as Storm and Angelo dragged the now unconscious and dickless man to an alleyway. They stripped him of his clothes before putting a bullet through his head. They ran back to the van, and slid into the seats. 

"Here you go." Angelo said nonchalantly as he tossed the officers uniform into the back of the van. 

"Fox, make sure those street cameras malfunctioned, and didn't record any of that." I said as I rubbed my temples and rested my elbows on the table in front of me. 

"Got it." She said as she started typing away. 

Storm sped out of the parking lot, and started driving back to the house. I looked at Damon to see that he was still staring at me, or admiring as he called it before. His hand was resting on my upper thigh as he smirked at me. Usually, these emotions disappear as fast as they arrive, but for some reason, they were lingering longer than anticipated. I don't know why, but I let his hand rest there for the entire drive home without any objection.