Caught by White Collar

My name is Nora, I'm the youngest con artist in New York City. How did i become con artist i hear you ask, can blame mother and father for that. After 11 years of neglect, metal, physical and verbal abuse they finally had enough of me and kicked me out but the damage they did hurts me every day. My back is covered in nothing but bruises that will never fade, cuts and burns that will never heal, and many scars. It was hard my first few months on the streets but I'm a faster learner, pickpocketing was easy, then i moved up to stealing from shops. Anything valuable i stole i would sell off for cash to get bigger things like new clothes and better food, form that i moved up to conning people. The people of New York are so gullible i feel bad at times... but only a few times. It life or death out here.

I never went to school so i didn't know much but i knew enough to keep me alive. Trust no one. That's what i did, i trusted no one... Okay will there was this one guy i trusted, his name is Mozzy. He helped me when ever i needed it and i really couldn't thank him enough. As i didn't go school i didn't interact with many people and i wasn't allowed to speak a word when i was with my parents so i never learn much speech, before i met Mozzy i used a small whiteboard and pen i stole from a store to talk but now i can speak fully thanks to Mozzy!

Looking around the busy streets of New York i looked for my next victim, i wasn't in the mood for conning so pickpocketing was all i was doing. Wasn't for cash, i have quite a bit thanks to the fake painting i returned to the museum. This was just for fun. After a while my amber eyes landed on a man, he was wearing a suit. 'Hmm, he might have something good on him' I thought as a small smirk went across my face, walking out of the alleyway i start to catch up to him but once I was beside him I carefully slipped my hand into his pocket before I let out a loud surprised Yelp at feeling something cold and metal clasp around my wrist. Holting to a stop I look at my wrist to see a handcuff on it before looking up at the guy, he had a hard look across his face. "Night Phantom, you're underdressed for countless thefts, conning and forgery" He said and quickly cuffed my hands behind my back, my hands forced to touch my back which made me flinch with a small whimper. "H-how the hell did you catch me! There's no way!" I shouted with a slight growl trying to hide my pain, he smirked before taking to me to a car putting me on the back. "People at white collar have their ways" Was all he said before he started his car and drove, I sat slouched over so my back wouldn't touch the car seat. 'fuck... I got caught.. what will happen to me.. he said my con name so maybe he doesn't know my real name. Thank god, means he can't send me back to my demons..' I thought before letting out a sigh. I was never one to fear anything, but I was terrified on what was gonna happen to me. I never thought I would ever get caught. I sat quietly as he drove me to white collar, I couldn't get out of this.