THE TALK.

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"Ugh!" I yell, "Dad I can look after myself, I don't need a bodyguard."
"Seo Yea-ji, I won't repeat myself, your the only daughter of the most wanted mafia boss and your life is danger!" He says rather sternly.
"But-"
I know there's no point arguing so I reluctantly agree.

~Later on that day...

It's getting dark, around 7pm. Dad is probably in his office and mom is in the lounge. I really need fresh air but if dad finds out there is no way he's letting me go out. I smirk. Half an hour later, I find myself climbing out the window. 1.....2.....3.....
"OUCH!" I whisper to myself, in my head. I'm not risking talking loud. Nope. Not even in my head.
I take the bike out the gates and down the street before starting it. I put on my helmet just in case one of dads men happen to drive pass me and just like that I'm off.

Let me tell you a bit about myself.
I'm from South Korea.
I'm 19.
I'm the daughter of the most wanted Mafia boss.
I've never been to a public school.
I have 3 friends whom I met through biking.
I can look after myself.
I think.

Authors note: sorry guys this part was kinda short this is actually my first story I know that isn't an excuse but I really couldn't think of anything to add. Anyway see you at the next part.

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