Badass Dynasty

{Erica} The place was filled with sweaty men and testosterone levels to the roof. I sit in the corner with a simple soda, sipping it like it was a tequila shot, even though I can’t have alcohol. I scan the room as I groan is disgust to myself at the fact that these men have no play, little to no remorse about the comments they say about women, and the amount of disrespect they give my father and for what he does. I stand up and walk to a table and stand behind a man who’s bald and wearing a dark coat as he slowly turns around when I tap his shoulder. The smirk he gives me when he looks me up and down was enough to make my anger boil over and punch him dead in his esophagus. But of course, I couldn’t do it, not yet at least. Random guy: Well well well~ what do we have here?~ what brings you here little pretty lady?~ I roll my eyes as I place one of my hands on my hip. Erica: Could you be any more of a damn douche? My words makes the guys at his table pause, and eventually everyone around the room. Gazes of multiple men on me as my words ring in their ears like illegal talk. Random man: What did you say to me pretty lady? Erica:Did I say you can call me pretty lady? Keep your crayon in your pants will ya? The man gets visibly angry as I slowly stood up and towers over me, his breath hot in my face as I smell the tequila and patron on his taste buds. Random man: you got some nerve to speak to a MAN like that. Maybe We should teach you a lesson?~ With a disgusting smirk the man gently grabbed my wrist and in a blink of an eye I fling him to the ground on his back and I placed my boot on his chest, slowly pressing to add pressure. The other guys look in alarm as some even stand to intervene but I speak in a chilling tone. Erica: Don’t even think about it, unless you want your spines wrapped around the street lights stretching down the next three blocks. All the men froze at my words, the few that stood up eventually sitting back down as I take my boot of the man’s chest and pocket my hands as I turned to the door to walk out, but I pause and turn back around to address them one last time. Erica: Great meeting you all, you’ll be seeing much more of me soon, count on it. With that I left, with the sounds of the men yelling and throwing their glasses at the door as soon as I close it and I shrug it off and walked down the pathway back to the mansion, my home. I walk in and is immediately greeting by my mother’s warm face and the maids bowing as soon at they see me. I smile and walk up to my mother as she gives me a gentle kiss on my cheek. Erica: Hey mom. Mrs. Kim: Oh Erica dear, you met the men? How were they? Erica:Just as I expected, gross, sloppy, and and no respect for dad whatsoever. My mother thins her lips as she leads me to the dinning table where my Dad is already reading a newspaper that he sets down once he sees me. Mr. Kim: Ah Erica! I’ve heard you met the men, I have no expectations for you of course, but I do wanna know how it went. I sit down in the chair next to him and across my mom as the servers sets our plates down with steak, asparagus with bacon wrapped around it, and mashed potatoes with gravy. Erica:Had to press my new combat boots on a guys chest cause he kept calling me pretty girl. And they were disrespecting you dad, why wont you punish them? My father calmly begin eating his food as he kept his expression neutral. Mr. Kim: Anything I say or do wont change how they thing Erica, that’s why I’m a bit hesitant on you joining. At his words I tense up as I pick up my fork and start to poke at my food with it. Erica: Dad I can handle it. I’ve been training my whole life for this, I can do it. Mr. Kim: I know, but your my little girl, and the job is extremely dangerous. You’ll be risking your life nearly all the time and not to mention that you’d be making a LOT of enemies out there. I don’t want you exposed to that. My appetite seemed to disappear as I gently set my fork down and sigh. Erica: Dad, either way my life was already in danger from the start when you had me. This business, the danger, I can handle it, I promise. My dad looks up from his food, his face a bit skeptical as my mom grabs his hand on the table. Mrs. Kim: Honey..let her do it. You knew this day would come one way or another. With that my father sighed and set his fork down with his pride certainly hurt. Mr. Kim: Fine, I’ll hold an Orientation in regards in you joining in a week. BUT, if you so much even come CLOSE to dying on a mission, you’re quitting, no questions asked. I cross my arms as I lean back in my chair. Rolling my eyes as my dad starts eating again as if nothing happened. Erica: Dad, the job is like that regardless, so even if I come close to dying, you most likely can’t do anything about it. My dad sighs as dinner continues with me barely eating my food and my parents giving me worried looks every now and then. After dinner I sit in my room, conflicted with my thoughts as my mother walks in with a small box. Mrs. Kim: Here honey..I wore this when I was on missions, just like you’ll be. I looked at her and grabbed the box as I slowly opened it and gasped when I pulled out a pair of combat gloves and immediately put them on as I clenched my hands to get a better feel of the fabric. Mrs. Kim: They look lovely on you Erica. I look at her as it’s a look of genuine pride and joy of how the gloves fit but I can see right through her face, she’s actually masking fear, she’s masking the future feelings of me being in the business. Erica: Mom, how do you really feel about me doing this? My Mom sigh deeply as she slowly walks over and sits next to me on my bed. Mrs. Kim: I feel, some fear, I won’t lie. I think about the future nightmares I might have whenever you’ll be out there on missions, possibly dying without us knowing about it, but, aside all the fear I have, there’s also me feeling proud, proud of you for doing this. Erica, we may have hesitation about you doing this, but we want what you want, and that’s for you to do what your heart desires, and if you want to join the business and fight for what you believe is right, then by all means, go ahead. I look at her as my eyes start feeling a bit damp. I hug her as I gaze off at the picture on my nightstand of all of us with my dad in his mission clothes, my mom in a nice dress, and me with a dirty shirt and shorts as I hold up my hands in a fighting stance as we all have smiles on our faces. Erica: Don’t worry mom, I’ll stay alive, for you and dad. You can count on that.. A week goes by and we’re all in the backyard along with the men that works for my dad as they all sit in chairs as I stand on stage with my father. Mr. Kim: Gentlemen, I’d like for you to meet your newest member of the team, Erica Kim, my daughter. The men visibly widen there eyes as they get upset and start to groan as they talk amongst themselves and my father immediately silence them with the raise of his hand. Mr. Kim: I know the thought of a girl might throw you guys off course, but be mindful that this is my daughter, my only child. I will be keeping a special eye on her so make it known that if any of you try anything, she’ll kick your ass before I get to you, she has trained her whole life and she’s doing this for me, so act like you have some sense and give her a warm welcome. I smirk as I walk closer to the crowd as I spoke with a sly smirk. Erica: What’s up team? Glad to be here~