This is dumb. My name is Lucia "The Light" Clawthorn, and I'm the Underboss of the Owl Mob, or the Parliament if you're feeling fancy. Now I can hear you wondering why would someone like me ever write any of this down. I agree, this is fucking dumb, but mom says I have to do it, and it's never smart to anger the infamous Owl Lady. So here I am, writing out my little tale of woe, and making a record of my exploits. This is really fucking dumb. Titan damn it. Now I know why mom drinks. Just having to acknowledge all the shit we've been through. Ok I grabbed my bottles of Spiced Captain Morgan, and Barcelo so let's get this shit done before I can't think.
I guess I should start at the beginning. Before I was who I am now, I was just another normal brat from a small town named Gravesfield in Connecticut. I had loving parents from what I can remember, and from what we found before we torched the records. My papi was Manwell Noceda, and Manny was a firefighter, a damn good one too. Unfortunately, just like every truly good person out there it didn't last. When I was six there was a huge apartment fire. Probably the landlord trying to make some quick dough off of the insurance, but he's dead so I'll never know for sure. The important part for me was that Manny went in alone, against orders, and saved fifteen lives that day, nine of them were little kids no older than me, but it cost him his life when the floor gave. I must be such a disappointment to him.
My mami, Camila Noceda, was an up-and-coming doctor. Like papi, she was a saint, and she'd probably hate me even more than he would, but I guess I'll never know. Two years after papi's death, we were driving back from the cemetery to see him, and some ass hat t-boned us on the driver's side. No more mami, and almost no more me. If not for the fact that we ended up at her hospital. Well I wouldn't have made it. Best guess that's where it happened, but more on that later.
Ended up with five broken ribs, a jacked up shoulder on my left side, broke my right leg in three places, and a scared heart. I'm not being dramatic either. My heart nearly got shredded. I got back to fighting shape, but if I sit too long or it gets cold I get stiff and sore in my knee still to this day. Willow and Amity think the scares are sexy, though. Sweet Titan I love my girls, but before I start gushing about my goddesses I should finish my shit show.
Spent the next three years bouncing around the system getting, beat, starved, and belittled by a cavalcade of crap stains until I finally had the good sense to run. The next year was rough. I fought, stole, and whatever else I had to, but I survived. When things got darkest, that's when mom and King found me. Apparently successful stealing from her impressed the old buzzard, but I will never regret anything I did because I couldn't ask for a better family. The last four years have been the best of my life even if I've seen, and done things that make me wonder if it wouldn't be better to tear it all down, and start over.
Now before anyone starts crawling up my ass. Mom and I run a clean business. The only drugs we push are weed, and while we may do some odd 'acquisitions' and hits from time to time it's always for the better. Pricks taking advantage of old ladies who just want their checks, people who get too familiar with the local kids, the odd domestic dispute, and rich dicks taking advantage of the system. We're crooks, but we protect our own. We have lines and moral damn it.
Since I've been roughly chronological so far I guess I should talk about my little bro first. King Clawthorn is just the cutest little tyrant you'll ever see. You wouldn't think a five foot nothing fuzzy ten year old would be intimidating, but he tries. We still don't know what type of demon he is, but he stopped looking after he met Skara, and they are just so cute. Ya I said demon. Alert the papers, magic is real, and we aren't the only magical mob out there.
I'll never forget the night two years ago we raided that Triplet club. It was disgusting. I get it. Some people need to pay to get their rocks off, but they included little kids, and that was never going to fly. Luckily Skara avoided the worst of it, but no ten year old should have to see what she saw. It's half the reason King and Skara are in charge of looking out for the town, especially the little ones. Mom might be the Boss, but they are the face. Our little 'King and Queen of the Streets' takes their responsibilities very seriously, even if they are doing so while hand in hand. Either I or one of my queens is always close by when they walk about though. Can't have another incident like that Hopkins ass.
I met Willow 'The Green Queen' Park about a year after mom took me in. Back then she was just a small-time distributor of 'herbs and spices'. Her dads worked in construction, and I'm not going to lie, she was cute. I never thought I would get wobbly over muscles, but my bella rosa is a special case. She was my first real friend, and when her dads got caught up in a bad situation we did what we could, but it wasn't enough. I still remember the morning they were found executed at one of their work sights, and holding her while she cried herself to sleep in my arms. The day that bastard shows his face is the day I propose, specifically by delivering him to Will so she can turn him into mulch. Either that or graduation. Really at this point none of us is all that worried about the whole 'living in sin' situation. I kill people, and she grows/sells the dankest shit in all three America's so it's just a piece of paper at this point.
Amity Blight of 'Blighted Arms' is my other queen, The Lilac Lioness, and yes they both hate it (less every day in my opinion), but they love me, so we make it work. Note to self remind them my birthday is coming up, might help scratch another item off the old bucket list. I met my gatita linda when her mom, Odalia, cashed in a favor with mom. Some rich dick thought he could muscle in on their territory, and tried to prove a point by kidnapping Ami. By the time I showed up she had him practically pissing himself, but OMT if you'd seen her standing there over his broken ass, knife in one hand and a nine millimeter in the other. Suffice it to say I have a type. Smart, strong women that can tear apart a small army are hot, and nobody disrespects my queens. Deja de ser un adolescente cachondo, dammit (Stop being a horny teen, dammit).
Technically she is only our liaison to her moms company, but it's not a secret that the day her mom decides to retire is the day she moves in, not that she doesn't already sleep in my room most nights, but Odalia is a pain about these things. I'm convinced the only reason nobody has put a bullet through her heart is that they haven't found it yet, and Emira already does ninety percent of her job as it is. Hell I've thought about it, but Alador still loves her, and Al is a great guy. I'd happily call him my father in-law when that day comes.
Let's see, I guess Gus Park would be next. Genius level intellect, and the only one I trust to handle my gear, but he never leaves his lab anymore. The day he chose to help put his dad in jail was the day he gave up his old name, and became Willow's little bro. He handles RD and overwatch, and the glee he gets out of it is truly adorable, but I guess that's to be expected since he's only fourteen. I swear to Titan though, if he hacks the NSA or CIA again on a dare I might drag him into the sunlight, and let his little vamp ass burn (no he's not actually a vampire, but you could have fooled me). Like seriously, it's impressive the first couple times, but doing it too often is just asking to get caught. I love him to pieces, but bro needs a date.
I'll never understand how Tia Lilly can do what she does. Right hand of a shit stain like Mayor Philip Belos both as his police Commissioner, and his Underboss. Dick doesn't even have a consigliere in his crew unless you count Kiki, and let's be fucking honest nobody does. Little imp couldn't handle a Shirley Temple much less a multi-level crime enterprise. Hell, I'm sixteen, and I've been running circles around her since long before I became a Clawthorne. Useless ass red shit, but I guess thats a good thing when Tia Lilly is so dead set on playing the good cop. Like news flash chica your a dirty cop stop treating the rest of us like we're scum when your just as bad. Titan damn it. Why do I keep fighting, and bleeding myself for a bunch of pissants that will never appreciate what I do for them? At this point I have to actively not show them up to hard or Emperor ass crack might gut Lilly, and as much as she gets under my skin she is still mom's sister. Family before life.
Luz sat back in her chair to make herself another Latin Pirate, but when she reached for her bottles she found them empty. "And now there's this shit. Coulda sworn I grabbed the full bottles," slurred Luz before she tried to get up to get more, and fell on the carpet. "Stupid journal. Stupid soft floor. Ya know what, fuck it I'm just gonna lay here for a minute until I get my sea legs back. Then I'll finish the stupid entry, and go cuddle with my favorite ladies. Gatita linda y bella rosa tu nutria necesita un beso (Cute kitten and pretty rose your otter needs a kiss)."
About twenty minutes later Willow came to check on her, but when she found Luz she just let out a groan as she scooped up Luz, and set her in her bed. After giving her light a small kiss on the forehead Willow pulled out her scroll and sent Amity and Eda a message in their 'Bosses' chat.
(Flower) Got a code 'Sparrow' over here with our Otter.
(Kitten) Really, again. We really need to start hiding the booze better. Girl takes after mom too much.
(Owl Mom) Got something to say there Boots. Cuz I am a perfectly functional alcoholic thank you. Not my fault she can't pace herself.
(Owl Mom) Why is all the rum gone? Kid even found my Black Barrel. I'd be mad if I wasn't so damn proud. Scratch that we are having an intervention tomorrow, the least she could have done is left my stash alone.
(Flower) Mom. Red jug, cabinet 4. Should have two X's and a blue cap. Go nuts.
(Owl Mom) And that's why you're my favorite, Flower. Mind if I grade a snack.
(Kitten) I suggest the ones with blue stars, Mom. New stronger batch, need your input anyway.
(Owl Mom) And just like that its anyone's game again. I have the best kids. See ya in the morning. Mama's doing some baking. Owl mom out.
(Kitten) So… cuddle pile?
(Flower) Already on my way. Bringing your mint oolong too. Love you, homewrecker.
(Kitten) Aww thanks. I got you those Moon Orchid clippings you wanted. I'll drop them off on the way. Love you to slut.
When Luz woke up the next morning for training she found herself being nuzzled between her two favorite ladies, and thought to herself, "This is why I keep fighting. I must be the luckiest girl in the world."
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Author Notes: Surprise beautiful readers. Here is a taste of something wholly new from me. Small update I'm sure I'm not the only one fighting crippling depression on the regular. Couldn't get in the right headspace to finish any of my current chapters for the other three stories, but upside there's this. I'm sure you noticed, but there is no filter in this story. I'm not holding back or sugar coating anything here. This is a dark world of sin, debauchery, and worse. I'm going to try to avoid straight up lemons, but this is the most adult story you will see from me. I hinted at some of it here, but depictions of some of the worst things imaginable are probably going to come up. I don't expect much traction on this story, but if you want to read the ravings of my sick mind while I try to screw my head back on straight here you go. Shine on beautiful readers. Shine on, cuz my light is dim right now.