"So you made it out safe and alive" Mr. Watson speaks and his voice booms in my earpiece. I ignore his words and blow the pink-colored piece of hair out of my face. This new look has been giving me a hard time from the moment I stepped into it.
The fleece of the oversized sweater is definitely very new on my skin as this is something I've never tried, and the trousers I'm wearing now are extremely tight as they stick to my legs. The pink wig compliments the hot pink sling I have and the shoes! The shoes, for crying out loud, they're torn.
'I bet nobody would even imagine that you could be a gangster's daughter' those were Watson's exact words as he bargained the wig from a bunch of annoying girls who were with us on the flight.
The taxi stops near the Han river where I quickly pay the driver and get inside the same car as Watson's that is parked a little further. The ride back to the mansion is uncomfortably very silent as I rethink all the decisions of telling Watson about how changing my look like those girls would be, instead of shutting the trash of a mouth I have. I should never have suggested changing looks.
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Okay hear me out now, being the daughter of one of the biggest mafia leader in the whole of Korea, I expected to hear the crisp sounds of dried leaves under the tires of our car as we entered a huge mansion in the middle of nowhere.
But.
What happened instead was, we were parked in the same 8 year old garage of our house. The same house where I spent 11 years of my childhood before I was sent to Italy for my 'further studies'.
I let out a bored sigh, "Well I guess we'll be in the sam-" I am cut off by the sound of the garage door closing and soon our car moves down, as if we were on a lift. The car then swiftly drives through a tunnel; it's very dimly lit with just a few lights after every few meters.
I wanted to ask Mr. Watson about the fuckery that just happened but my mouth was way too widely open to form any coherent words. There were armed men at one point where Mr. Watson had to look into a device, probably for face recognition. I did spot a few cameras along the way but yet again, I was in way too much awe to ask anything.
Our car comes to a halt in front of three insanely huge buildings, "Welcome to The Kang's Empire"
The very next second somebody opens my side of the door and a man dressed up in a white shirt and a blue vest offers me his hand. I glare at the said man and turn towards Watson who has his eyes trained straight ahead, "I'm not getting out of this car looking like this!" I point at myself but Watson doesn't bat a single eye.
"Then change into something else and then get out." He says and gets out, the driver following the same as the man from earlier closes the door too.
Does he seriously expect me to change in here?
I take off the wig first before changing into my combat boots. I let the pant stay, but change into an oversized t shirt.
When I'm done, I knock on my window and the man turns around before opening my door.
I ignore his hand that comes out yet again to help me out, "Thank you." He bows as a response before guiding me towards the front of a huge mansion where Mr. Watson waits for me.
As cliché as it could get, massive doors awaited our arrival. It looked like rosewood, and I love rosewood infact I very much love the scent of wood itself. A small smile creeps up on my face, "Pretty" I mutter in a hushed tone.
"Then you'll definitely love the inside more" the man from earlier says. Annoying. He's absolutely fucking annoying. He looks younger than me and is more on the softer side. "Shut up." I say before we reach right beside Watson.
"Your mom is going to be so delighted to see you." he says, "Dad's going to be happier I believe Mr. Watson." I reply. I hear a mocking huff but decide to ignore it as, "What's his name again?" I ask Mr. Watson,
"Boemgyu"
Right. Boemgyu knocks on the door and just as he turns around the doors creak open.
On the other side of the door, an older man, obviously my father, stands tall and proud. His jet black hair is slicked back, the oh so signature all black suit, thin gold rimmed glasses that calmly sit on the bridge of his nose, gold bracelet and a thick gold watch rests on his wrist. I observe every single thing about him and each one of it screamed power and confidence.
"My pretty daughter." His voice is thick and the base in his voice sends a shiver down my spine. I smile at him and do a complete ninety degree bow along with Mr. Watson.
"It's so nice to have you back again, my daughter"
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"Are you sure she was supposed to return today? There wasn't a single human who looked the slightest bit close to looking like her"
"So you missed her... You surely were dumb enough to think she would come out looking like the daughter of the biggest mafia don, with no security around her. Right. Why did I forgot how much of a dumb piece of shit you are"
Anger. Regret. Defeat.
"We'll have her next time. I'll make sure we do. No matter what."
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A/n: My brain is rotten and sleep deprived. But I love you all nevertheless
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Fanfiction"And what happens to this pretty hole of yours?" he asks while slowly dipping two of his fingers inside me and presses the gun into my lower belly with the other. "Fuck!" I hiss out. "Answer me kitten" "You. You fuck it well."
