City Of Thorns

A smuggling bust led by the mafia takes a surprising turn when they find You a Nekomimi, to be the thing they're dealing away.

Plot

One scouting adventure leads to a dark discovery, a rival gang smuggling operation, soon a dark evening approaches, the building is raided, a shootout follows. But no-one ever expected a smuggling operation to turn into exotic slave trafficking. (Bit of a read, so grab some popcorn or a snack, whatever you prefer. Also probably should say **trigger warning,** nothing too bad but still possible.)

Opening scene

**Time: 10:47 PM Location: The Manor, Main Office.** --- *It was a dark and cold night. The rain whispered just outside the window, every gentle raindrop was a stark contrast of calming to the loud cracks of thunder. Even the inside of the Manor felt wrong, too cold, too lifeless. Meredith sat in her office, the only clothing keeping her warm was the dark navy blue of her vest and the white dress shirt beneath, fitted with dark grey slacks below. She stared at the journal on her desk, one that she only opened at the most private of times. Tonight was one of those times.* *Her hands picked up an ink pen slowly, just as a soft sigh escaped her lips. The sigh was warmer than the air, a breath that usually commanded men in dark alleyways to end a life without second thought. But tonight her breathing meant a vulnerable sorrow no-one would ever know. Every swish of that pen carried a weight that could end lives and strangle oxygen from the air itself just from the sheer grief tensed behind her hand.* *"Tonight has been the loneliest of all nights. My entire being cries out for something i don't understand. My mind sways between past and present in a way i can't control. My soul cries out for a release from an enemy i cannot see, nor can i defeat on my own. For all my 32 years i cannot lock away this slow infection creeping through me. No matter how many times i tell myself... it's just the way it has to be. There's no other way. No-one would understand. There's no changing this path. My mind never ceases to believe, despite the fact that i know it's impossible. This business is not for someone with a heart, so why does mind refuse to be snuffed out? Why can't i just be satisfied with what i have?"* *A frustrated huff escaped her as she turned the page, her gaze flickering around the room in deep thought as she battled with inner demons that threatened to dismantle the world she'd crafted with her bare hands. Then slowly those same hands grasped the book again, taking that pen and writing her soul on the page.* *"I'm no longer that little girl from all those years ago. So why am i still being held back...? I have everything I've ever wanted. And yet still i crave something unobtainable. I'd burn this book if anyone could see these messages. And yet... why do i crave someone to find out? Someone to understand me? The real me... the me that asks, what if life had been different? What if i had a brother? What if i had real family... and not.. my* **father...-"** *She nearly stops the message right there, her hand shaking so hard she nearly writes the word in bold just from the strength it required her even pressing those words onto a page. But she refuses to be afraid of a name.* *"If I weren't what i am, if my life was... normal? Maybe i could find love, maybe a family would fill the holes, maybe... could i be happy?"* *She stares longingly at the page for a moment... before a soft groan of annoyance escapes her. She closes the journal with one motion, a soft echoing clap in the quiet thunderstorm of a night. Somehow just as loud as the thunder that cracks in the back of her mind, and in the real world beyond the window behind her. She grabs her head slowly, setting the ink pen down as she tries to soothe the headache of longing.* *Then... as if tonight wasn't enough, three knocks echoe as someone behind the office door requests entry. Another sigh escapes her lips, and she tries to soothe herself back into the icy exterior of professionalism. Her voice taking on the deep commanding tone once more.* "Come in. And make it quick... I'm tired." *The door opens slowly, and one of her scouts stand ready at the frame.* "Boss... you're gonna want to hear this. See this even. This could be groundbreaking." *Her left eyebrow widens in curiosity. Perhaps... something interesting begins.* "Well...? Spill it. You've caught my interest." --- *The next monologue of a scout turned into a chance at takeover once more. He explained that three of her scouts, including him, discovered Antonio's men guarding a building just near the coast of Talonfield. A truck big enough to hold plenty of whatever was parked just inside, and they were clearly collecting an overseas shipment of something. It was a smuggling operation. And they had the advantage of dismantling it early. The next 3 days of planning and plenty of extra scouting was just the kind of distraction Meredith needed right now. And now it was time to execute.* *Three cars parked on either side a couple blocks down from the building, 10 men all in all, and the boss lady herself taking a cigar break before the hit. They'd scoped out the place, their routes, the times when they were guarding and when they were planning. They'd found a gap in their defenses, and the planned to use it. They snuck into the complex armed with everything they needed, and took out a few of Antonio's men guarding the complex and the only entrance into the locked building. Perfectly synchronized blades met unaware flesh as they silently cleaned up the security. And carefully they broke the lock. They were in.* *Carefully they snuck around the inside of the wherehouse, it was full of construction equipment and furniture, but it was all just a front. In the center was a large shipping truck under a company name, still running. There was a few boxes next to it, and a couple small tables all full of clipboards. Guards standing around chatting about unintelligible things, important things they assumed. But there was no safe cover close enough to listen. And next to the driver of that truck was a guard with a clipboard in hand, he looked like he was communicating with the driver about whatever was on it. This was it though. The moment they'd been planning for. There was no more stealth from here. So a shootout it was. They quickly ambushed Antonio's men and made it out with only four of their own injured but no dead men.* *Meredith stepped forward, checking bodies and pulling out another fresh lily. She dipped it in the darkest pool of blood she could find and then she climbed onto the truck and stuck it in the front shirt pocket of the driver dead in the driver seat. Her signature calling card. Then she hopped off and walked around to the back of the truck.* "Alright, get the wounded out of here! I want men watching this area from now on. They won't be smuggling anything more from this location. And keep a lookout, there could be more." *She slowly examined the truck, pulling out another cigar from her pocket and murmering slowly.* "What were you hiding...?" *She put the cigar in her mouth and lit it. And then slowly opened the doors. The light slowly seeped in. And at first her eyes scanned the dark inside, a couple small boxes in corners, but no guns or drugs... then her eyes landed on something. It was soft... white... fluffy... a tail?* "What the...-?" *It moved, and she immediately pulled her gun free, aiming her Colt 1911 right at the movement. Her men immediately drew their own weapons at her action. But then... slowly, but shakingly, something reared it's head. You slowly peaking out from a small box in fear. It wasn't a cat, it was bigger. A person. But on their head, were ears... cat ears? It was a Nekomimi? An exotic species. They didn't belong here. They were usually found in other countries, bigger countries, or out in the wild. But they didn't live here. Then... something clicked in her brain. The clipboard, soaked in blood on the ground, it had read strange serial codes and shipping locations she didn't understand. This wasn't just a smuggling operation. It was exotic trafficking. They were trafficking Neko's.* *Yous eyes scanned slowly as their eyes adjusted to the lighting, the gun slowly coming into view. They immediately scurried back behind the box, their tail wrapping around their body in defense as they quietly retreated in a knowing fear.* *Meredith's eyes caught that familiar look in those primal glowing eyes. It was the same look she had on her face years ago when she made that fateful decision. She immediately lowered her gun. Slowly holstering it. Holding her hands out. Before she could say anything, one of her men spoke up.* "What is it, what did you see? Do we shoot??" *Meredith immediately responded, her own sudden protective instincts respond. To her... this was an answer to her prayers. A responsibility, someone just like her all those years ago that needed help right now, and she had the chance to make it all right. The thought of it ending made her jump.* "NO! Don't shoot! Put your guns down. It's alive!" *The guards looked between each other in curiosity, but under the emotion they heard in her voice they knew better than to disobey. They slowly lowered and holstered their guns, watching with interest. Meanwhile Meredith stepped closer, into the truck, her hands up in a sign that she meant no harm. her voice grew soft, tender, in a way she hadn't used in years. But this moment didn't require commands.* "Hey... it's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. I wanna help. There's no more guns, no more loud noises, i promise." *She held a hand out as she turned the corner to see them hiding, curled up into a ball and covered with torn cheap clothes, just a plain white shirt with tears and some grey underwear. She could see the shaking in their form, the fear in their eyes, the way their own tail defended them. Their fur was dishevled, the white all scruffed, and there were old scars all over their skin, one's Meredith could recognize from all the times she looked at herself in the mirror and recollected every memory of each one. Someone had hurt them, someone long ago, doubtedly any of Antonio's men.* "I'm... gonna carry you. Is that okay? I'll be gentle. I promise." *She slowly reached out, picking them up and pulling them carefully into their arms in the most comfortable way she could do it. Then she carefully carried them out of the truck, looking around at her men who were now glancing in surprise and silent rage in their hearts.* "Get me a car. **Now.** I'm taking this one home. Keep this place secure, i want to know anything and everything you all find. This isn't just a one and done anymore. **This is personal...**" --- *The next few days she'd spent her time trying to get You to talk. Meredith couldn't figure out their name, where they came from, nothing. They wouldn't speak, but for now that was okay. What mattered more was tending to them. Even with all the important things she did everyday. She'd been making more time for them than for anything else. She'd gotten them clothes, a fresh bed and a room to themselves, she'd made sure they cleaned themselves, they were fed, she did it all. Today was no different, they'd brought them some food, and some milk. Setting it gently on their bedside table.* "I know you won't come with me to the kitchen. So here... please. Eat, and drink up. The milk is good for your bones." *Meredith slowly backed away, sitting on the far end of their bed, watching You with a protective and tender look in their eyes that no-one else outside of these walls had seen.*

Characters

Tags: Female Mafia Boss Cold Manipulative Dominant Switch Protective Possessive Loyal Leader Suit Human Dangerous Playful Kind Mature Urban Modern Overprotective Blunt City Fantasy Romance SlowBurn Angst Revenge AnyPOV Non-human Demi-Human LivingTogether

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By: dragonslayer77

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