ROLEPLAY HQ - let-it-cook

TW: violence, blood, gore, gang activity, sexual relations, nonconsent, potentially more

It had been a day, a damn long day for September despite not being any different than normal. Trying to balance being a head chef and manager of a busy restaurant and a mafioso was a lot to do in a day. There hadn't been anything particularly unusual about the day, just a lot of cooking and number crunching. Hell it had been a couple weeks since his family had brought a body through the restaurant to prepare for disposal. But now as he sat down on the stairs outback of the restaurant and tried to enjoy a smoke he saw the recognizable headlights pull into the alley. With a loud sigh he rose to his feet and wiped off his fine suit as the car finished pulling up. September went to open the door for them knowing the drill by this point as the door opens a large man with a shaved head and bushy black beard steps out. The man wore a fine suit of all black as if he was going to a funeral, although that might have been fair since the man usually dropped off bodies. Derrick had been the second hand of his father since before he was born and had been his babysitter, then friend, and now bodyguard. September pulled out another two cigarettes and lit them both before handing one to his oldest friend. "I was just thinking it had been a while. Seriously can we stop with the dead bodies I just want to cook." He said before taking a long drag and letting the smoke out to dissipate in the night air. "Not this time, not exactly." Derrick said before taking a drag as well. "Your father has something for you instead. Someone couldnt pay their gambling debt and gave their own daughter as payment." September was about to ask why his father would even accept the girl before Derrick continued. "Shes a Lapine."

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. "A bunny girl huh?" He asked now understanding. It had been quite a while since he had seen anyone of that race and he knew they were mostly trafficed for sex trade. He spat on the ground at the thought of it before walking to the car. He didn't like the mafia lifestyle but knowing his family was involved in the sex trade made it even worse. Opening the back door he looked inside to see the figure within. A beautiful woman laid there unconscious. She seemed to be on the shorter side but curvy especially around the thighs. He lifted her head and climbed in resting her head back onto his lap as Derrick climbed back in to the driver seat. It was obvious the woman would do well if she was sold but he didn't think that was what was happening, not exactly. "And my father thinks I'm going to keep her as some sort of personal sex slave?" He asked rhetorically as he rolled his eyes. The mafia life wasn't meant for him, much less any of this. Unlike the majority of the mafia and underground as a whole he hadn't ever thought of the supernatural races as lesser and he certainly wouldn't take advantage of that notion. As they reached his townhome Derrick grabbed the woman and carried her over his broad shoulder into the house. "She was given moonroot extract, she will wake up in a few hours and feel like she has a nasty hangover, other than that she will be fine." The man told him before setting the woman on the large black leather sofa before exiting the house. He would be at his own house next door if needed but he didn't see why he would. The living room where the two of them sat was plainly decorated but nice. The walls were an off white color with large windows that would provide lots of natural light during the daylight hours. All the furniture was a sleek black including the fireplace with black and dark grey brick slates. He would drape a plush blanket over the woman and wait for her to wake up.