Fury

Taylmia

Agent Reaux POV~

'Diamonds are a girls best friend'

Everyone knows that song, hell I still sing it in the shower 42 years later, mostly the chorus though. Julie London did the best and I stand by my decision. 

That was until leggings, coffee and dry shampoo became our newest loves. Nothing can compare to a full comfort day like that except a glistening tear drop 2 carat on my hand. That could heighten my experience I mean diamonds are forever. 

My hair was a big issue to wash so often hence my love of dry shampoo. It was well past my bra straps and down my back in  golden ringlets. While it was beautiful as I received compliments daily it was hell to manage.

I dreaded the wash and conditioner cycle and some days would rather be shot. Not literally of course. Getting shot was old news but still brought back my helpless days and I couldn't bring myself to linger.

No my priority now was to track and save as many girls as I could. Human-or not trafficking was a issue all on it's own. The Special Victims Unit was a real division but I couldn't stomach the pain anymore after being in the same position as the victims. I became a victim and it ruined me and saved me all at the same time.

 The SVU series did it justice and I applaud the director, however some things were way more violent than his depictions. 

Call me a coward to leave after, if you see fit but I did my 10 years there but it was longer If you knew my real age. That I will not disclose and should be mannered to not ask.

Standing in my bathroom my sea green eyes traced the light scars and scraps across my skin bringing up flashes of the memories I tried to keep hidden away. I used to believe monsters only lived in supernatural stories and movies. I learned to soon that the real monsters can be anywhere or anyone.

" Mia come on its time to go!" My roommate Dolly banged on the door through her whaling. 

I pulled my towel tighter around myself but smiled. She always knew when I needed to be saved from my thoughts.  "I'm almost finish Doll" I yelled back through the closed door. 

With another shake of my head I turned for my closet. Grabbing the sweetheart neckline black silk bodice dress, I smiled. The fabric smooth and cool against my fingers and I trailed along the curves. 

Slipping into the dress I could feel myself growing more confident, the light scars where only visible around my rips and shoulders. I left my hair long and flowing as to cover them, I wasn't ashamed per say. I had survived and I was damn proud of that, no this was so I wouldn't receive the many questioning stairs or pitying looks. 

I worked to damn hard to stop now. I shook away the thoughts and finished my light makeup, paying careful attention to my eyes. Once I felt good enough that I had made them the center of attention, I ran a slight few blush strokes in between the curve of my cleavage and collarbone. 

I didn't have many memories of my mother but one that always stood out was her teaching on the female accents. I smiled at the memory and slid on my black strap wedge heels. I hate the spiked kind, it always made me feel self conscious of falling not to mention this damn city had so many pot holes and cracks in pavement I didn't need a broken neck. 

Although a fall from grace wouldn't give me something that extreme. I was damn near immortal. A secret I kept well guarded from everyone except Dolly. She was my best friend my only confidant, she to had a secret and we worked well together in knowing. 

Dolly flung the door open and almost smacked me in the face. "Damnit Dolly!" I screeched regaining my footing and holding my chest as my heart beat erratically.

She smiled sheepishly while offering a snarky comment " Bitches get stiches you know. Now hurry you lion-ass up" 

I shook my head at her but gave a smile anyway, Dolly was the definition of a doll.  Her short thin body with a bob hairstyle was a nice contrast to her black hair and mocha skin. Her eyes where a beautiful molten pool of chocolate and she could stop anyone in their tracks with just a smile. I loved her with all of me, she and I had survived and shared an unbreakable bond. 

She flagged a cab as we scurried across the sidewalk careful to dodge the cracks and holes. Dolly had her burgundy tight dress bunched at the top to keep it from dragging in the dirty street. I had the luxury of a shorter style that stopped just before my ankles and the added heels worked well to keep it from the grime. 

Sliding into the cab I gave him the address to our target venue tonight. Our orders were to infuriate this new high-end art gallery in the city. It was rumored to host a powerful man, one we had been trying to nail for years as the top dog in trafficking.  Our target was Donovan Degras, he was said to seek out new clientele to pass his traffic to. 

Arriving at the gala I stopped to check our ear pieces one last time. " Remember ladies and Gents, this is only a recon mission. Any suspicions activity is to go through me and only me. Do not engage in anything other that subtle hints or the ques I have given you. This target is a smart cretin and has only gotten wiser over the years. We don't want him tipped off at our presence." 

"Yes Agent Reaux" sounded the conformation of my team. All six of us descended the stairs to the underground basement setup. It was as creepy as I imagined it to be, dark corners and strange smells ran rapid. Dolly clutched tighter to my arm as we continued down the hallways following the usher. The only thing missing seemed to be the desperate cries or traumatic whimpers.

I knew she was just as scared as I was, images of the many times we were trapped in places like this. The countless hungry and dirty nights, men with daily injections to keep us tame. Passed around like livestock and pets for their entertainment only to be thrown out after the toys broke. 

Toys. That's what we were, what we are to them. It doesn't just stem to men, no this is monsters in all shapes, sizes and forms. Most were human but some, very few knew what we were and did the worst to us. 

"Mia, we have to mingle." Dolly whispered to me as she nudged my arm. I knew I must have gotten lost in the nightmares. I was only more thankful to have her with me, after 13 years at this you would think I had outgrown and healed them. 

Wounds like this never fully close and the light marks on my skin aren't the reminders, no its my never-ending mind working constantly to free others. She pulled me along as we started out friendly banter to other patrons faking interest in random pieces. 

"Target on sight, moving to your 6 o'clock Agent" One of my six associates informed through the earpiece. Mike was his name, a stout but short guy. His black locks and mocha skin had girls swooning for his attention but it was solely on our mission. 

I only nodded in his direction as a thank you, the less communication and random conversations to yourself was a must. I excused myself from the random circle I was engaged in and moved to a far off piece of art. 

I knew predators as I was one. Once prey to the monsters like him, I knew how to seem meek and willing. I moved my hair slightly to the side to allow my neck to be shown a sign of submission was universal but also enticed a closer look. 

He took the bait as I watched his reflection dance in my champagne flute. I smirked as he leaned in close to me taking a not so subtle whiff of my hair. 

'gotcha' I thought inwardly.  

He moved around to the front of me, blocking my vision from the painting so to exclude me from looking anywhere but at him. Typical d**k move I thought again. His frame was tall but mildly muscular. His hair was a light ashen with cerulean blue eyes. To many he would be Casanova, but to me, he's in the words of Carrie underwood " A Devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes".

I swallowed the bile rising in my throat and my rude comments to follow. I smiled sweetly under my lashes up at him. The less intimidating to him the more he would be at ease and maybe let it slip a secret or two. 

A little loose lip would do me and my agents good tonight, considering we needed a win after the losses we had reverenced the past month. A spike in trafficking now involving more supernatural. Apparently humans had understood certain blood types where more resistant to the torture and died less often that the mortal ones.  While I was certain the information on different species was kept off the books the blood difference couldn't be kept hidden. 

" My my, this gallery should hold only pictures of you. In comparison you outshine them all by millions." He tried to purr at me and it only further prickled my skin. As if sensing my distress, Dolly waltzed over taking my arm. 

"Darling" she cooed to me kissing my cheek. "I was wondering were you had gone, I just had the most invigorating conversation with a swinger couple.." She stopped herself in fake apology and outstretched her hand to Donovan. 

" I am terribly sorry, where are my manners. Hello I am Samantha, this is Lillian my lover." She motioned to me and I bit my tongue so hard I knew I tasted blood. She was directly influencing this conversation to seduction. While I agreed this tactic always seemed to work, sometimes it worked so well we would have to drug them to forget afterwards. 

Dolly ignored me as she continued on. " So how do you approve of the art here Mister..." she trailed off trying to get his name confirmed. 

He gave her what Im sure he thought was a dazzling smile and gave a small bow. "My name is Donovan Degras and this is my cousins gala. She is quite talented but now that I see you both my mind is on the beauty in front of me." He leaned down taking her offered hand to kiss the palm. 

She sucked her cheek in an attempt to keep from laughing and I to was struggling to stay emotionless. He was laying it on so thick I just knew we would smother soon. 

"You are to kind," I jumped in seeing her struggle. "We only just heard of the artist a few weeks ago and Sam here is a avid art lover." I looked back to see her plaster on her fake smile and take the conversation back over. Dolly had her way with the flow and she was way better than myself at small talk. 

While they spoke I occasionally would nod or laugh at the appropriate times as he pulled us along instructing us to various other persons. Only one or two I recognized from the portfolios but defiantly started to confirm the true nature of this event. 

By the end of the night I was utterly exhausted along with Sam as she deemed herself was starting to complain about her feet. " I am sorry Donovan, we must be going. It is well past our time for beauty sleep." I fake giggled and swatted Dolly's arm as she pinched my butt. I would smack her back later. 

Donovan seemed to notice our exchange and I noticed his body language change from soft to hard in an instant. I wasn't quite sure if it was anger at being told we were leaving or jealousy for not being included. 

'Don't be daft Mia' my inner beast scoffed. 

I knew the answer as well but thought if I gave another option I could keep my food down. The little crab cakes were delicious and I would hate to have a vomit soup in public. 

"Yes of course ladies. It was a pleasure to meet you both, however I am rather sad to see you going. Would you both like to attend another party later in the week?" He stared intently at me and I smiled back though my gritted teeth. 

"Yes of course Donavan we would love to join you." He handed me a business card that read Degras designs and artistry. I rolled my eyes and looked to Dolly to save me. 

"Oh and do call me Don, beauty such as yourselves is a cause for first name basis." He winked and I covered my mouth to keep down my crab cake. 

"Thank you Don, we will be seeing you. Come one Lil I want to try a new position tonight." I groaned but it came out more of a moan to Donovan as he high fived a guy next to him. I felt multiple eyes on us as we left the gala. My skin itched and burned wanting a bleach bath and to shift and roll to rid us of the memories. 

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