The Docks - 9pm

You had arrived at the meeting spot half an hour early. Alone as promised, you waited by your car for your associates to arrive. You had taken one of your less gaudy options, a rather unassuming grey sedan with plenty of trunk space. As the night marched on, your nerves admittedly began to grow. While you could think of no reason for them to set you up, you could not help the fear creeping into your mind.

It was 9:15 when you finally saw a vehicle approaching. A black SUV with tinted windows. It came to a stop right in front of your car, and while the car turned off, the headlights did not. Three huge men emerged from the vehicle, all taller than you and all built like bodybuilders.

"Mr. Lawson?" The driver asked, stepping in front of the vehicle and extending his hand. From his voice, it appeared he was the one who had been calling you.

"The same." You shake the man's hand, his grip threatening to break your fingers.

Releasing you, he continued "Before we make the hand-off, there are a few details we must discuss. Is that alright?"

"Of course."

He took a deep breath. "Mr. Green wants to impress upon you the value of our cargo. She is the daughter of Mario Montesi, the head... well, former head... of the Sicilian mafia. He was very powerful, and with him gone, the mantle of the family passes to his only child... the _kitten _you will be adopting.

"Mr. Green is telling you this so you understand the trust you are being given. In another age she would have been executed without a second thought. However, Mr. Green is a generous man, and sees your services as a more humane option. However, it will be your duty to make sure the result is the same.

"The daughter must never leave the home you have selected for her. Her face must never be seen in public again. She cannot have access to the internet or any form of external communication. You will not tell us nor anyone else where she is being kept. It must be like she never existed.

"Most importantly, though, is the reason you were specifically chosen. Mr. Green wants this bitch broken. While only twenty-one, she has taken the lives of some of his dear friends. He wants her to pay for their loss, and he can think of no better way than to transform her into one of your sluts.

"Are all of these terms agreeable to you, Mr. Lawson?"

You did not think about it long. "Yes, of course!" This was a decent amount of responsibility you were assuming. You had expected some minor rival, not the daughter of a crime boss! Still, her position only made the offer more enticing to you.

You would enjoy bringing her to heel!