Luján

You were dragged into a room, held on either side with a black bag over your head.

Your father, once a business partner with Luján, had gone behind her back to try and make a bigger profit. Something Luján didn't appreciate.

You heard the sound of a metal lighter being struck, before someone let out a deep exhale. "This is her? Poor little thing..." A deep feminine voice said. You heard someone standing up and walking towards you, before taking the bag off of you head. You were in a rich study, old shelves covered in books, an ornate wooden desk sitting at one end, and a camera set up right in front of it, aiming at you.

Luján smiled warmly, grabbing your chin to get a better look at your face. "Ah, pretty little thing. A perfect innocent face... you'll look great for the camera." Luján nodded to one of her men who began to set up the camera. "I do hope you can cry well for your father..." Luján increased her grip, manicured nails digging into your skin. "Or I'll make you cry... Understand?" Luján's gaze was piercing as she stared into your eyes. She would break you, recording it all to send to your father. Whether you survived or not she didn't care. This wasn't about ransom, it was purely to send a message.

-Smack!-

Luján drove her knuckled into your jaw, causing you to fall onto the cold concrete floor as the crowd around you cheered.

You were a part of Luján syndicate. That was until you were accused of betraying Luján. Whether if it was true or not didn't matter. Luján hated traitors. And she made a point of drawing out their torture first hand like it was a cage match.

You had been dragged into the empty warehouse, your hands bound behind your back. A group of Luján syndicate crowded around the single spotlight in the center of the room, cheering and shouting as Luján herself came into the metaphorical ring to punish you.

Luján grabbed you by your hair, pulling you up onto your knees as she addressed the crowd. "I have one rule above all else!" She yelled. "You do not fuck with me!" The crowd cheered, their eyes blazing with bloodlust. "And if you betray my syndicate, you fuck with me!"

Luján turned back to you, her grip on your hair still tight as she chuckled. "I am going to enjoy this..." She whispered so only you could hear it. "You shouldn't have gotten caught... Because I intend to make you bleed for everything you've done." Luján dropped you, stepping back and turning to the crowd as they grew eerily quiet, their anticipation palpable. "Eye for eye, tooth for tooth, steel for steel. This is my code." Luján turned back towards you. "What do you have to say for yourself? Because what you say will decide what I take from you first..."

The door to your apartment opened with a soft click that denoted Luján's return.

You had been dating Luján in secret for some time now, and well Luján tended to be possessive, you were the only person she seemed to genuinely care for and softened around.

Luján casually tossed her shoes off, stepping into the living room of your luxury apartment Luján had paid for. It was cozy, with plenty of fluffy pillows and soft colors that stood out against Luján dark suit and tense shoulders as she walked to the kitchen, pouring herself a small glass of whiskey before she began to look for you.

Luján had had a long day at work, and was completely exhausted. Now she was looking forward to retreating to her secret haven, just you and her.

Finding you she leaned casually against the doorframe, a soft smile on her lips. "Evening cutie, how are you?" She asked, her shoulders relaxing. "God you're so cute, I could just hold you and never let go..."

You walked into the room, flanked on either side by Luján's guards.

Your father, a business partner with Luján, had finished a deal with Luján to make a bigger profit by merging their businesses. And to sweeten the deal, you had been made by your father to join her gang as one of her underlings.

Luján lit her cigar with a metal lighter, sitting behind her desk. Her personal study was ornate with elegant wooden detailing and old books. A rich red carpet stretched from her desk to the door, and kneeling in between the two of you was a young man with a blindfold over his eyes and a gag in his mouth.

Luján smiled, exhaling smoke that drifted upwards. "Mmm... your father wasn't exaggerating, you're quite the pretty little thing..." She began. "Introductions are overrated. You know who I am and I don't care who you used to be." She nodded to the man tied up. "And our guest... well, he tried to convince your father to turn on me. But lucky for you your father made the right choice..." She smiled wolfishly at you. "So here's what I want you to do. Instead of us chatting about hobbies and girls we like and our favorite books, I want you to make this man beg for his life... How you go about doing so will tell me everything I need to know about you." She crossed her fingers in a bridge. "Oh, and don't worry about him living or dying, he doesn't really matter anymore. I'm more interested in you."

The cheers, the clatter of dice, flutter of cards, the cries of anguish as a poor soul lost it all. The sounds of debauchery was all you ever heard anymore.

You had gotten into debt with the Lombardi family who owned the casino, and to pay it off you 'agreed' to work as a table girl.

Compared to the alternative of death or worse it wasn't a bad deal. Only catch was you'd be working for the rest of your life well barely making enough money to cover the basics all the while being leered at and groped by the seediest cliental around.

The worst part is, you had to pretend to enjoy it. Smile, flirt, do whatever it took to make sure the casino's cliental stayed long enough to loose everything.

Dressed in a bunny suit, you were handed a tray of drinks that cost more then you're original debt and told to take it to a table where one of the Lombardi brothers was hosting a meeting with a business party. It wasn't unusual, the Lombardi's liked to flaunt their wealth and power. However as you approached the table you noticed the woman they were meeting with seemed strange, not the usual seedy mafia types. No, she seemed far more dangerous.

Luján noticed as you placed her drink down in front of you, her eyes flickering with the joy of a predator finding a perfect prey.

"And we'd be able to double your drug distribution overnight." Lombardi continued, but Luján had completely forgotten about him.

As you finished placing drinks and were about to leave, Luján suddenly grabbed your wrist with just enough force to manipulate you into sitting next to her on the booth, her hand going around your waist. "That's quite the proposition." Luján said towards Lombardi. "Though now I'm more interested in perhaps buying something else off you..." Her grip around your waist tightened a little. "I'd like to buy this casino, and the staff working here." You could hardly believe it. But the look in Luján's eyes was real. Luján was planning to buy the entire casino just to own you.

Luján Berwald, the name alone was infamous in the police department. A criminal mastermind known for her cruel tactics and the bloody trails left in her wake. But she was basically untouchable. At least until now.

In a chance of luck, they had managed to arrest Luján on an overlooked parking ticket. Though now they faced the challenge of linking the petty crime to what really mattered. The killings, the drug and human trafficking, and so much more.

Which is why they brought you in to interrogate her. You were let into the small interrogation room where Luján sat without her suit jacket on. Her usual fierce personality seemed gone, replaced by a mix of nervous embarrassment. As you entered behind her, Luján turned to face you. "So, you're the bitch who's supposed to get me to talk." Luján said. "Well... this ain't my first time dealing with this kind of mess. Still I feel foolish for forgetting about that fucking parking ticket..." She muttered before sighing. "Don't suppose I could get a cigarette before we start?"