She Boss | Part 1

Summery: She’s her own boss and theres nothing that can’t stop her from ruling the world. Except for the soft heart she sprouts from the young, handsome Korean Leader. Pairing: Kwon Jiyong x Reader Rating: Drama, Angst, Smut, Fluff WARNINGS: Language, light|heavy Violence, light|heavy Smut

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The surprise to your family when your father left his empire to you instead of your brothers was enough to raise concern with the heads of three families that followed your name. There was something about following a young woman in a world of violence and theft that rose concern, but your father knew exactly what he was doing.

You weren’t like most girls, that’s for sure. Hell, you could hear someone behind you make a comment and reach around to shoot them square in the heart before anyone, including yourself, could fully turn around. You were tough and knew exactly how to use your looks to your benefit. This meant you were smart. You knew how to sniff out a shipment gone bad before it was even loaded, which instantly made you gain respect from anyone who ever laid eyes on you; that is if they were lucky enough to do so.

The mafia world wasn’t a place for women, you were smart enough to know that so all your business calls were ran through a voice modifier and if anyone insisted on meeting you they would either meet with your eldest brother, Carlo who would have you in his ear the entire time or they’d be shot as soon as you got what you wanted. The Italian Mafia wasn’t something that messed around and you were a proud head sitting at the top of the food chain.

It was late one night and you were standing over your impressively detailed oak desk trying to decipher the very vague message that was sent you you by one of the sub heads that supported you when Carlo and your second eldest brother Vince walked in and sat in the two chairs that were meant for guests.

“We got a phone call tonight, Val.” Vince said and you looked up momentarily to see Carlo nodding along with him.

“Congratulations.” You said looking back down and pulling the next seventh letter to create a full message.

“From Korea.” Vince added causing you to chuckle slightly.

“Would you like me to shoot up the phone company so you don’t have to pay your international call?” You joked picking out the next 7th letter.

“Smart ass.” Carlo huffed watching you sit down back into what a was once your fathers favorite Chair.

“It was an invitation.” Vince started, only continuing when you raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow at a him. “They are having their annual meeting in Seoul next week and their dying to finally meet the notorious Cappucio family and their fearless, faceless leader. They’ve invited you for the past four years, Val. Their getting restless and we can’t have them thinking that there really is no leader here.”

“We’ll send them a case of wine and express my deepest gratitude but I’m busy.” You sighed, looking back to the letter.

“Doing what, exactly? Spending two hours on a letter that’ll tell you ‘it’s done, he’s taken care of’?” Vince said with a hint of stubbornness. You frowned down the the letters you had scribbled into a piece of paper, reading exactly what Vince had said.

“Plus, Val, they aren’t taking no for an answer this time. They offered a plane to start flying our way as we speak. Respectfully I told them we’ll take our own but they are really desperate.” He said making you look up again. A sly smile touched your cheeks as you remembered something.

“Isn’t one of their heads like ridiculously hot?” You said making your brothers shift awkwardly.

“You’re the bravest person we know and we will be there with you.” Carlo said. “You have to do this.”

“Fine.” You said lighting the letter on fire and using the flame to lite the long white cigarette that you had removed from its pearl and gold incrusted case.

You were a lot less worried than you thought you would be as your privet jet landed safely into Seoul. You looked up to your brothers and tucked your dads gun into your holster before slipping on your heels and coat. The boys grabbed your suit case and filed into a cage around you as you exited the plane, your favorite guard and closest friend since you were young, Immanuel, holding your hand as you stepped down the stairs of the plane.

You had been set up in an incredible pent house apartment with a room for all six of your men to stay in. You, of course, went straight for the double doors that sat along one of the long walls and opened them up dramatically before walking into the room stripping articles of your clothing, smirking as your brother huffed before walking up and slamming the doors behind you.

You were a proud person, and part of the fun of reveling yourself to strangers was the initial shock of your fierce beauty. Thick eyebrows, long dark hair and perfect plump lips that always seemed to accent the beauty mark that kissed the corner of your right eye. You hated to admit it, but it was fun how easy the men were to bend and shape how ever you wanted them to just by showing a little calf.

Knowing this, as you got out of the shower Immanuel was already hanging up the array of tight bandage dresses you have brought to choose from.

“Really?” He laughed holding up a baby pink cage skirt that tucked right underneath the hook of your knees. You laughed at shrugged as he stuck his hand through one of the many large holes that was placed over the built in underwear.

Ule was the only person to ever see you smile genuinely other than your brothers. To others your smile meant death as it was usually the last thing you did before aiming right through their eye socket, but to Ule your smile was a joke, even in those serious times. You sent a bullet whizzing past his ear once when he tried to cover his snort with a desperate cough and though it worked he couldn’t help but laugh with you afterwards.

Before a conversation was able to start between the two of you Vince walked in tailed by two terrified looking women. When they walked fully in you noticed it was because all of the men were flanking them.

“Heel boys.” You said giving the two girls a friendly smile. “Sorry about them, they’re a little… protective.” You said walking slowly up the the two girls, pausing to intimidate them a little more, just for the hell of it.

“My hair will go in lose curls down my back, nothing special. As for make up bold. No eyeshadow just a black cat eye with bold red lips. I’ll do my own eyebrows.” You said walking back till you hit the large lit mirror and sat down.

The girls rushed to you, one of them sitting against the vanity that was in front of you while the other one took no time in beginning on your hair. They were both extremely sweet which almost made you feel bad for being intimidating. You tried to make conversation with them, asking them how they got into cosmetics and what they like in their free time, but you could tell the six men standing along the opposite wall were making them very uncomfortable.

“Yous. Out.” You said sternly looking at the line of men, making the girl who started dabbing your foundation on your cheeks jump slightly. “Sorry.” You whispered to her taking her smile as an apology accepted as the men filed out of the room.

“They can be a little intimidating at times.” You say as sweet as you can get, which wasn’t something you were used to.

“A little?” The one standing behind you said with an amused smile as she fluffed your now dry hair. You chucked at her response. “Jooyoung.” She said smiling to you in the mirror

“Mina.” The other said.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what do you do that you need six body guards to watch you get hair and makeup?” Mina said dipping the beauty blender into the foundation that sat on the top of her hand.

“Let’s just say I’m a very important person. I don’t want to bore you with the details.” You said smirking at yourself. She nodded and smiled moving on to a powder.

The small talk was sweet, you didn’t have too many girl friends so being able to have some non work related conversations with some girls who weren’t whores was something you appreciated. They did everything you asked them to perfectly and you even allowed Mina to talk you into a nude shadow that worked a lot better than you expected it too. They stayed in the room with you, the conversation to fun for them to leave just yet as you walked into the closet.

“So this is a business dinner. Do I go with the red or the black?” You said holding up an skin tight red dress that had long mesh sleeves and and a low back in one hand and a completely mesh black knee length dress that had thick black lines that made squares across the material. The two girls looked at one another before back to you.

“Black.” They both said. You smiled and rose a sharp eyebrow at them before turning back into the closet and slipping into a very skimpy black thong and pulling the dress over your head, adjusting the material so all the lines were straight to cover your nipples.

“Black or red?” You said exiting the closet once again holding two pairs of very high stilettos.

“Red.” They both said again with excitement in their eyes as they watched you slipped the red heels on.

“I hope you don’t mind but I saw these and…” Jooyoung said standing up and reaching into a bag that sat on the vanity and pulled two thin long gold earrings out. You smiled and walked over to her before putting them in your ears and then reached for your mafias signet ring and placed it on your pinky finger.

“What ever business deal your doing is going to go your way just by the way you look.” Mina said biting on her thumb as she watched you twirl.

“Then I think it’s time to give these boys a piece of my mind.” You said with a wink and walking out of the room, now with your long fur coat.

The boys escorted the girls out and with a quick wave back to them you let your smile drop as you entered business mode. You reached your solid gold gun that was actually doubled as lighter to place in the garter around your thigh, slipped your cigarette case in your jacket pocket and then turned back to the boys who now stood in front of you in all black suits.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” You said waiting to be lead out of the room.

You pulled up to the fancy restaurant and set your game face on and despite it growing dark outside you still slipped your black cat eye sunglasses on before taking Ule’s hand so you could brace against him as you exited the sleek black car. They walked behind you in rows of two as you strutted, the curls that fell down you back bouncing with every step you took. You were ushered into the direction of the privet room you would be meeting them in and continued to strut that way, giving the bell boy a dangerous smile as you slipped off your sunglasses.

Vince opened the door and before he could even look at you, you had passed by him and let your coat fall off your shoulders for Ule to catch. You made your way to the end of the table where seven chairs remained empty and you placed your hands on top of the chair in the middle, finally turning to see the twenty other men staring at you in awe.

“Hello, boys.” You said with that same dangerous smile you’d given the bell boy.

The men surrounding you looked at one another stunned, and not wanting to be the first to ask if you were the mysterious boss they’d been working with. The only one to make a noise was a man to your right. He chuckled lightly as he lent back in his chair, staring at you as he swirled the contents of his short glass around. You winked at him. And couldn’t help but notice the very light blush that touched his cheeks as he lent forward to reposition himself in his seat.

That must be the handsome young leader you’ve heard about. You made a mental note that he was everything you expected him to be. Lean, with a sharp jaw and eyes to match. There was a child like look deep behind his gaze that peaked through as he gave you a toothy smile and brought his glass up to his lips.

Ule came behind you and pulled out the seat, which you used to lift your leg and slip the gold gun out and placing it on the table.

“Oh calm down gentlemen.” You started sitting down and reaching for your cigarette case, noticing the uncomfortable look they all held.

You pointed it at one of the older men and pulled the trigger before laughing at all the scared expressions that softened when all that came out was a soft flame. You brought it up to your lips and lit the cigarette, smirking as the handsome one lent over his very stern faced friend to ask you to light his.

“Well. Stall we get started?” One of the older men asked, finally shifting all eyes off of you. You pouted took a long drag but listened carefully to what was being said. The waiter brought you your martini, and you sipped it slowly.

Every time a new topic was brought up you rolled you eyes, they weren’t saying anything new and you were getting annoyed as the three groups seemed to skip around and around the same topics.

“Ms. Cappucio, you haven’t said much.” One of the older men said.

You put your drink down and lent back, watching as the men squirmed to not look at the amount of breast you were exposing to the room.

“That’s cause I’m bored.” You said causing the men to look at one another, the handsome one just chuckled again.

“Excuse me ma'am, but these are important matters.” He said, almost looking worried as to what you would do if he was in any way rude to you.

“Sure.” You said placing your drink on the table. “But tell me, what part of these situations have I,” you pause to emphasize the word. “Not already delt with. Your dock? No ones touching that. You’re warehouses? No ones searching those. And your… everything? Well… I’ve already handled that haven’t I?” You said making sure to look at the handsome man last who now just nodded at you.

“And we appreciate you’re help, we really do, you’re a powerful and great ally for us. But we have to acknowledge that it’s happened once. Why won’t it happen again?”

“Do you not trust me?” You said calmly.

“Honestly ma'am, not really. Up until a few minutes ago we had no idea who you were. It was like… like a…”

“Guardian angel.” The Handsome one said, looking straight at you. You nodded, hiding all facial expressions to hide the fact his words made your stomach flip. “I think we all put our faith in Ms. Cappucio for a reason. I’d be insulted if the group of men whos asses I just saved were doubting me.” He said, the two of you now looking to the rest of the men who all bowed their head slightly.

“Well, is there any other business we need to discuss?” You said lighting another cigarette.

“One last thing.” The old man said. “We, as grateful as we are for your help, want to create a closer bond with you. To help you as much as you’ve helped us. We’ve requested you to move here. Temporarily, of course, so we can really express our gratitude. And I promise it will be worth it.” He said with serious eyes.

“So, what your asking me to do is up and leave all my men and their families who put their trust, faith, and love in me to vacation in Seoul and live under your order?” You said, growing a little offended.

“We’ve all pitched in on a small community. Any family’s who feel uncomfortable with you being gone can have their own house. Think of it was a small Italian community right here in the city you’ve been so kind towards.”

“So now you expect me to up and leave to live in an area all of you know where to find me at? I’m guessing you’ll be controlling the gates?”

“Actually, Val,” Carlo started. You glared at him for using your pet name in front of these men. “Valentina, we’ve already done all that. It was going to be a birthday present, you know another vacation home. They don’t know where it is, or anything about it. They all just pitched in their gratitude.”

“And I wasn’t informed about this, why?” You said getting angry, your brother held up his hands in attempt to calm you down, he knew once you got mad there is little you wouldn’t do. “Like I said, it was a surprise.” You placed the gold gun on the table and looked around the room, the handsome one was the only one with anything more than a worried look on their face. He was amused with you.

“Sweetheart, were all just trying show our gratitude.”

You groaned aggravated, and slammed the butt of the gun on the table and aimed it at the waiter who walked into the room and shot him, the loud bang of the gun that the men all thought was a lighter startled them out of their seat as Ule and another one of your boys, Dino, stood to hook their arms under the poor boys shoulders to drag him out.

“Listen here.” You said hitting the butt of the gun again and making everyone jump before lighting your third cigarette of the night. “I’m not your sweetheart, or doll or princess. Technically I own you I’m just polite enough to not make you think I do. If there one thing you want to know about me, since you feel like you know nothing; it’s don’t fuck with me.” You said placing the cigarette in your mouth for a long draw before exhaling and sitting back down in your chair.

“Thank you for the house. I’ll consider your offer.” You said waving your perfectly manicured hands at them.

They all stood and bowed low before exiting the room, fear still heavy in their eyes. The only person who didn’t leave was the handsome one, who instead came around to place himself on the table in front of you. You lent back to see him better.

“You’re feisty.” He said leaning to look at you eye to eye. You smirked, lifting your legs to cross your ankles on the table next to him. He took that as an okay to talk to you.

“Kwon Jiyong.” He said holding out his hand. You gave him yours and instead of shaking it he took the opportunity to kiss your ring, never breaking eye contact.

“Well, Mr. Kwon, it’s important to have a little surprise to you.” He chuckled at this.

“You walked in this room not as the big fat Italian man we expected basically naked in red high heels and killed someone because someone else called you sweetheart.” He chuckled, his eyes full of excitement.

“Almost killed him. I just broke his clavicle. He’ll have full use of it in a month.” You winked causing his smile to grow even more. You smiled and looked over to see your brothers laughing with two of his men and sighed.

“I like you Jiyong. You’re smart, almost as smart as me,” you started leaning in and making him smile again. “I think we’re going to be good friends.”

“Good enough for you to be my plus one to an upcoming event I’m hosting?” He said smirking.

“Are you asking me on a date?” You said raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. A date.”

“What a power couple.” You joked making his cheeks tingle again.