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Firstly, THANK YOU FOR 28K!! It means the world and I'm really grateful! This is a LONG lap so do vote & gimme your thoughts at the end!

🗣 QUICK BRUTAL RANT: 🗣
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STOP COPYING MOTORSPORT!!! Nobodies been given permission to "take inspo" from my plot, aesthetic, layout, desc etc. I write so you have ENTERTAINMENT, not so you can screenshot everything I put out! It's mad hurtful knowing some of you are just here to steal shit instead of merely ENJOYING my work. Find your own style & write something that interests YOU. If you can't, maybe that's a sign that you're just not meant to write? I even had a NON-black reader copying Motorsport make their Korean/idol characters use the n-word towards eachother. This is NOT ok. IF YOU'RE NOT BLACK, DON'T EVER USE THE WORD! And if any of you see plagiarised versions of my stories, let me know ASAP and don't support them. The Motorsport knockoffs have been extremely disheartening and annoying.

Anyways, enjoy the extra long update!
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TRIGGER WARNING: Violence + Racism.

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With my now black strands blowing to one side, JK drives us back to Gatti in my pink Honda for a journey that's noticeably intenser than the one from earlier...

I can barely hold eye contact with him now. It's like his aura's become 10x more intimidating in the short time that I've realized I'm falling for him...

I glance at JK and notice the way he casually drives with one hand on the wheel and screwed brows, licking his lips while he watches the road with an elbow propped on the door and spread legs.

I really wish he wasn't so hot...

Once we pull up into Gatti, Big Joe exits the metal backstreet club door alongside two goons and a girl on his arm, dressed in his signature all-white suit, fedora, shades and heavy gold chains. He's pretty short in person, even his women are taller than him...

JK and I exit our Honda while some girls provocatively clean the pastel pink vintage convertible parked across from us in little-to-no clothing. Big Joe spreads his arms and inhales deeply.

"Ah, this is the life... Money, sun, and a whole lotta' bitches polishing my toys."

Big Joe stops and screws his face at the girls before spanking one, "Keep cleaning hoes," making them giggle.

JK tosses me my keys whilst walking towards Big Joe who greets him with open arms.

"Ah, there's my moneymaker! You better' be ready for a week's worth of slots boy, or you can forget that bonus I promised you!"

Big Joe squints and wiggles his thick mustache when taking a good look at me. My body instantly stiffens under his judgemental stare...

"...Who's this one? You bringing me more hoes son??"

"Nah, she's my—"

"His mechanic." Hwasa struts over with clacking heels, her arms crossed and stern glare drilling into me.

The harsh emphasis of her comment makes me frown. I guess Hwasa's finally recovered from her cold... Yay.

"Ohhh, this here's that darn mechanic you were telling me about!" Big Joe wiggles his nose. "Well she better not expose our dang gig son! Or else ye better handle her!"

"Oh, I know how to handle her." JK eyes me down. "If she's one of us, she'll keep those lips shut."

"One of us?" Hwasa's arms unfold. Big Joe hums, taking out a fat cigar and letting his goon light it between his lips.

"Well alright... But she's your responsibility. Anything she fucks up, your pasty ass is paying for it!"

No pressure...

"Come! Walk and talk with me son! Let's discuss all that money you gone' make me." The elder clicks whilst walking away, his entourage following him out.

JK nearly follows behind, but stops and locks onto my eyes whilst holding his hand out. "Give me your phone."

My brows raise, "Huh?"

"Your phone." His fingers curl.

"Um... O-okay."

Hwasa's eyes practically burn holes through my skull as I quickly draw my phone from my pocket for JK to grab impatiently. Beeps sound with every button he pushes before closing it and dropping it back into my hand.

"You've got my number now. If I call you, make sure you answer."

I gawk up at him and blink in surprise before letting my gaze fall back into my palm...

No Shego, be cool. Don't smile like an idiot. I'm sure he just means work...

"JK! Stop wastin' my goddamn time boy and get 'ere!"

JK sighs under his breath and follows beside the boss. Of course, the sight only makes me frown in disappointment. Once the men are gone, Hwasa turns to me with a glare sharp enough to saw ice.

My eyes widen but feet stay put when she walks closer to me and waves her finger.

"Listen little girl, I know what you're playing at. I know you like JK. And I'm telling you now, you look dumb as fuck if you actually think you're something special to him."

My forehead creases. She talks as if she's dating him herself...

"What gives you the impression that I'm here for that? I'm just here to fix cars Hwasa..."

"Yeah. Exactly. Fixing cars, not trying to suck JK's dick in them like a little whore. Best learn your fucking place."

"What? I've never even made a MOVE on him. Why is it an issue if both of us are working here? We both got our positions because of him, so what's the issue?"

Except I didn't sleep my way here.

"Ooo... A little hair dyes out here giving skinny here confidence." Hwasa tilts her head mockingly and scoffs. "Just give up."

"On what?" I laugh frustratedly.

"JK doesn't do relationships. Never has, never will. He loves the thrill that comes with fucking girls randomly, and I know my place enough to come back whenever he wants me. That's why we work. Ask yourself, why would he wanna be tied down to some greasy ass mechanic who he caught snooping around his car one day? You really think you're that special?" She snorts.

I open my mouth to retaliate, but let the broken thoughts die on my tongue...

...She has a point. JK and I are polar opposites. He's raised differently and isn't afraid to cross lines that are in my natural power to avoid. He's non-committal and what if I'm just... Not.

Hwasa steps forward once more and grumbles...

"If I catch you being slutty, just know I'm beating your fucking ass."

"...Shego?"

My eyes crack open before I instantly turn around with a slacked jaw to see Dad wandering into the backstreet in confusion, his old, vintage garage attire sticking out like a sore thumb. He does not look happy.

"Dad?!"

"Ohooo this should be good." Hwasa's arms fold.

I fearfully skip forward before he can come closer, "P-paps what are you doing here?! How did you find me??"

"I FOLLOWED you. You know, usually I have so much trust in you Shego but the moment you bailed on me earlier without explanation, I knew I had to come and see for myself. And what do I find out? That my daughter is part of some sketchy back alley racing club?!"

"Paps—!"

"Not only that, she's been driving too." Hwasa smirks. Dad glares at me with bulged eyes.

"What?"

"Paps it's not as bad as it sounds—"

"We're going home." He grabs my wrist, but I pull it back instantly. "What?? Why??"

"What do you mean why?! You've been sneaking out at random hours for weeks! No explanation, not showing up to work, not attending dinner, yet somehow you're able to afford all these luxury things?? Do you know how much that worries me as a father? In a neighborhood like this? How do I know you're not out selling drugs or being pimped out?!"

"Aww... Lil' Shego's been staying out past her bedtime. Bad girl." Hwasa smacks her hand with a smirk, but I try my best to ignore her.

"Dad you know I wouldn't do those things..."

"I also knew you wouldn't be the type to join an ILLEGAL club and drive when I strictly forbid you to! All it takes is the wrong influence Shego. You're too smart to be making these stupid decisions... This isn't like you at all! You don't even LOOK like you! I have to say... I'm extremely disappointed in you."

A sullen frown weighs down my lips at Dad's harsh words... He's literally never said that to me before...

"Paps I'm—"

"You're not coming back here."

"What?!"

"You heard me. No daughter of mine is spending her summer surrounded by dangerous cars and even more dangerous adults who don't know her enough to give a damn about her safety. You're working the garage with me tomorrow at 8 am and that's that."

"But that's not fair!"

"Don't care. I hate to be this strict with you, but you've broken my trust Shego. If you can't make wise decisions to protect yourself, then I'm doing them for you. We're going home." He pulls my wrist again.

My eyes water as I struggle against this grip while he pulls me out of the backstreet. "Let me go! This isn't fair!"

"Looks like Shego's getting a time-out from her Papa. So sad..." Hwasa fake pouts before laughing and waving me out, "Ba-bye bitch!"

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Sometime later, JK strolls back towards Gatti but stops when he finds Hwasa leaned against his car with one knee arched.

"What?" His brow arches.

Hwasa shrugs, "Just wanted to ask you something."

"Whatchyu wanna ask?" He sighs and strolls forward.

"...What's your relationship with her?"

JK chuckles a little.

"You gonna be more specific?"

"Shego." She spits the name bitterly. "Just be honest. Would you date her?"

JK stares at Hwasa for a few seconds before scoffing a humorous breath. "Quit playing."

"It's a serious question. Yes or no?"

"Tch, you know I don't date why you even asking... She's only here to fix cars, shit."

Hwasa smirks in satisfaction, wrapping her arms around his neck and combing his hair with her acrylics.

"That's what I like to hear. Because she broke her promise to you."

"...Her promise?"

"Mhm, you missed the excitement earlier. Lil Shego told her dad about the club and he popped off."

"What."

"Yep. He came by earlier and put her in timeout. She'll probably tell you it wasn't her fault, but I saw everything."

JK pushes his tongue against his cheek and lets his scowling eyes run along the floor before nodding subtly...

"I'll handle her."

"Mmm, that's what I like to hear... But just so you know, I'd never go against your orders..." Hwasa pushes her body against his, whispering seductively before licking his ear, "Daddy."

She attaches her lips to his, already kissing hungrily while JK sinks his fingers into her hips and pulls them closer. The two make out heatedly until Hwasa leans off of the car and JK unlocks it with his keys.

Hwasa sits next to JK in the backseat with her hand trailing down his torso before massaging the point below. Her tongue slowly runs over her lips in a circle...

"I knew you'd never change."

JK licks his lips and stares her down with a devilish grin, slouching back before widening legs and shutting the door.

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"No problem sir, we'll have your van up and running again by the evening." Dad shakes hands with the customer.

"Thanks, I'll be back later!"

I usually send the customers off with a jolly smile and wave, but instead, my focus stays on scrubbing engine grime with little-to-no energy and a lingering frown of boredom...

It's crazy to think that after 3 weeks of working at Gatti, here I am... Back to fixing pickup trucks and family vans. It's not that I don't enjoy working with dad, but after watching such exhilarating races for so long... I just think I'm destined for more than this. I don't want to be an ordinary mechanic anymore. I wanna go back to Gatti...

Abruptly, I stand up and toss my rag down before heading through the backdoor connected to our home. Dad looks over his shoulder as the door slams behind me.

There's something that I've been stalling for hours now. Maybe it's because I'm scared... But I guess it's inevitable.

I sit on our living room floor with my back against the couch and whip out my cellphone to dial JK...

*Bzzz bzzz....*

He's gonna be so mad...

You don't know that Shego. JK's a chill guy, maybe he won't—

He answered. Quick, say something!

"Um," I clear my throat before swallowing. "H-hey JK, it's Shego. Listen, there's something I need to talk to you about. I can't—"

"You can't make it to Gatti no more cause you told your dad about the club."

"Yeah I... Wait what? No—!"

"You told him 'bout us and invited him to the club earlier. I'm responsible for you and this is the shit you pull? Are you fucking crazy?"

"JK I didn't tell him! He followed me without me knowing, you've gotta believe me." I hold my phone with two hands.

"Just keep BOTH your lips shut and stay away from here. You're messing with the wrong one Shego... Keep playing and see if you don't start talking out that fucking neck." With that, he hangs up.

My hands linger by my ear for a while before slowly falling to the pace of tears that prick my eyes. With pressed back lips, I hug my knees and quietly cry.

Dad cautiously appears form behind the doorframe using the carpet to cushion his footsteps. The moment he spots me crying, he silently takes a seat beside me and reels me in with an arm around my shoulder.

Then he sighs.

"...I'm sorry for yelling at you Pumpkin. It's just, I got scared you know? I was worried you were turning into somebody you're not by hanging with the wrong crowd. When I saw the type of people surrounding that alleyway, I panicked. I didn't mean to embarrass you like that... I was just being protective."

"...I know." I sniff and wipe my cheek. "I shouldn't have snuck out, but I wasn't allowed to tell you. I-I wanted to, but if I did, I wouldn't have been able to keep earning money. You deserve nice designer things so I wanted to spoil you... But I guess part of me was using the gifts as your happy distraction. I'm really sorry for betraying you Paps..."

"Hey hey, come here." He wraps two arms around me. I rest my head against Dad's chest and continue to sniff back my tears.

"I'm just passionate about cars Paps... Fixing luxury motors is my dream. I know Gatti doesn't seem the safest but I feel like I belong there. There's something about knowing that whenever a tire's busted or a spoiler's cracked, I'm the one they can count on... But at the same time, I know how dangerous driving can be. Especially after what happened to mom... So if you never want me back there again, I understand."

A painful frown tugs on his lips at the memory. Dad sighs and rubs my arm once again.

"I can't do that."

"...What?"

"What kind of father would I be if I stopped my only daughter from chasing her dreams, eh?" He smiles sadly, "I forgive you Pumpkin. You can drive, but you have to promise me you'll stay safe and not let these people change who you are. You have so much potential, plus I want you to stay my little girl."

"I'll always be your little girl Paps." I roll my eyes playfully. Dad smiles and kisses my forehead as we hug.

"...Only thing is, JK thinks I told you about the club and now I'm not allowed to step foot there."

"Who's JK?"

"My supervisor and Gatti's lead racer. He's already intimidating as it is... What should I do?"

"I say talk to him and explain the situation. If he has even half a clue of how talented you are, I'm sure he'll listen eventually."

I show an appreciative smile and embrace Dad once more before standing up. "Thanks Paps. I'm gonna try."

"Good luck! Oh, and when you get back, there's this new Fendi tracksuit I've been eyeing lately..."

"Yeah yeah."

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— MEANWHILE —

JK hangs up on me and shuts his flip phone with a groan as he, Hwasa and the Migos walk in a squad.

"What's wrong? Hoes claiming you they' baby father again?" Quavo chuckles.

Offset shakes his head, "My advice? Some' these bitches be telling the truth. You'd be surprised."

"Man that's 'cause yo ass ain't know how to pull out shit in time." Takeoff rolls his blunt.

Hwasa smirks at JK after wrapping his arm around her shoulder, knowing exactly why he's mad. JK brushes back his hair and sighs...

"Nah, it's... Nevermind. Shit don't matter."

*Vroooom!"

An engine suddenly revs and rumbles in the distance before a black convertible loudly pulls up in front of the group with smoke trailing behind them. The Gatti racers come to a stop and JK squints when he notices five people hopping out and strolling towards them...

The one in the middle being Agust.

"Ooooo, shit's boutta go down now chile." Mama Lou chomps popcorn from her front porch.

Agust's bandana crowns his forehead as well as his swooped back, wet looking dark locks. He wears an oversized dark-wash denim jacket with matching baggy jeans, an even baggier white tee and jordans, sporting his gang's blue and grey theme with expensive silver jewelry to top the look.

A calm scowl rests upon his face as he approaches JK with 3 other thugs and a girl on his side... Not a smile insight as the two gangs finally meet up in the middle and exchange cold glares. JK and Agust share the coldest of them all...

"JK."

"Agust."

With a tense scowl, JK overlaps his wrists and rolls his shoulders back with a tilted head before nudging his chin. "So what' you pulling up for? You got a problem?"

"You know damn well we got a problem." Agust holds a lit cigarette between his fingers while casting hand gestures. "Your lot stole money from me... I don't forget that shit. I take that shit to disrespect, you feel me?"

"Mm." JK smirks with squinted eyes. "So you don't think we take driveby's to disrespect?"

"Y'all take to disrespect what y'all n*ggas deserve." Agust's girl butts in. Quavo laughs at her confidence.

"Aye Agust, I see you found a new bitch after I took yo' last one."

India places a hand on her hip sassily, "Who you calling a bitch?"

"He calling YOU a bitch, stupid." Hwasa steps forth.

"Bitch, I'll rock your shit right now. Get your crusty ass hand out my face—"

"I'll put my hands where I want, ROCK it."

"Whew chileee." Mama Lou chews.

"Y'all chill, chill..." Offset pulls Hwasa back but she shoves his arm and jabs her finger in Agust's face.

"Nah! Your bitch doing all this barking but no bite, put a leash on your damn dog!"

"Bitch shut the fuck up—" Agust smacks her.

JK, Quavo and Offset draw guns the second Hwasa stumbles back with a hand on her cheek, the sound of metal cocking one after another as Agust's gang instinctively does the same. Business owners and customers watching from their shops and homes squeal and immediately run inside.

"Hellll naw! Ain't finna shoot me, mm mmm no sir!" Mama Lou hops inside with raised hands.

"Uh oh... I smacked your bitch." Agust cracks a sinister grin. "What you about to do? We all got guns dumbass."

JK heaves air through his nostrils while he glares at Agust and holds his pistol sideways, fearlessly pressing the nozzle to his forehead. But his eyes shift around the empty street to assess his community watching from behind their shutters in fear, some of which including children...

JK slowly lowers his gun and nudges it against Agust's chest.

"Come back here, and I'm blowing a fucking cap in you."

Agust just scoffs and smokes his cigarette as everyone slowly lowers their guns. Exchanging hateful scowls, both gangs turn around and slowly part ways.

*BANG BANG BANG!*

Under the sudden shower of pelting bullets, Gatti instantly ducks and take cover behind random parked cars while Agust and his men shoot their firearms.

"Get down!"

JK however, clenches his teeth and pushing Hwasa behind cover whilst retrieving his gun from under his shirt, instantly shooting back at AD with every pull of the trigger causing his long locks to bounce. Agust's men now duck to take cover as JK, Quavo and Offset shoot—

"AAGH!"

Hwasa squeals when Takeoff suddenly stumbles with a hand on his leg, his diamond chain shattering as he collapses and bleeds onto the floor with a scream. "AGH FUCK!"

"Shit man, shit!" Offset drags him behind cover, letting the misfired bullets dart fireworks into the car in front of them.

JK's eyes widen in horror before he catches sight of Agust's heartless grin and pulls his trigger more aggressively, shooting two of Agust's men in the foot and shoulder before getting shot in his arm himself.

"Fuck!"

*Neeeee Norrrr!*

Blue and red lights flash into the scene as a cop car swerves right in between the shootout with a loud screech. The ricochet of gunshots come to a halt when multiple police officers exit with aimed guns and one speaks into a microphone, "EVERYONE FREEZE. LOWER YOUR WEAPONS NOW."

JK instantly drops his gun and kicks it under the nearest car, surrendering with his good arm but hissing painfully in the process. The others all surrender too except for Offset who desperately holds onto Takeoff.

Despite the gun that Agust's obviously holding, the majority of officers head straight for Quavo, Offset and Takeoff.

"Whoa whoa—!"

"Why y'all arresting us?! You don't see my man bleeding out right now?!"

"Stop struggling and stay down!" Quavo and Offset are slammed against the nearest car with their cheek against the metal and arms pinned behind their backs. JK goes to help but instantly gets kicked to his knees and a gun held to his head. "You stay down!"

"Help..." Takeoff pants.

"You playing right now?! Y'all gone arrest us when this n*gga holding a whole fucking gun?! Why you ain't arrest him?!" Quavo cusses, "Y'all just always looking for a fucking reason to kill us!"

"Agust, when we see you it's on SIGHT! You ain't never hit a bitch n*gga! You on't do that shit!" Offset yells despite the guns to their heads.

Agust smirks as he's pushed into a cop car. Takeoff continues to shiver and tremble on the floor surrounded by police officers who pin him down until finally, an ambulance comes and the others are taken away in police cars.

JK catches Hwasa by the arm and nudges his chin, "Follow Takeoff to the hospital."

"What about you?? Your arm—!"

"It's just a slash." He hisses, "Go!"

Hwasa frowns but nevertheless, hurries into the back of the ambulance before it drives off.

JK takes a look around the now empty war zone of a street before catching sight of the many eyes still peaking from behind their shutters... One of which being a little black boy peaking with doe eyes. Holding his arm tighter, JK frowns.

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My fingers entangle and butterflies erupt with every paranoid thought that crosses my mind as I make my way back to Gatti...

What if he doesn't accept me back? What if he yells at me? Or worse... What if—

"...What the?"

An ambulance van along with two blinking police cars drive from the street just blocks away from Gatti. My lips part and footsteps unconsciously fasten as I jog towards the scene...

"Oh my gosh!"

The street is an absolute disaster. There's blood smeared along the pavement along with scattered bullets and shattered car windows... What the hell happened here??

Just then, I spot JK leaned against a brick wall with his cheek scratched and scrapes all over his skin, a slight hiss airing through his teeth as he wraps his bloody arm whilst two police officers finish talking to him. I instantly hurry over once they walk away.

"JK! W-what happened to you?! Where are the others?!"

He stops and pierces into my eyes like Satan himself.

"I told you not to come back here—"

"I know I know, but I couldn't just leave without explaining myself. Please hear me out—"

"Leave."

"I don't know what Hwasa said but I never told my dad, he followed me unexpectedly. I've spoken to him and he promised not to tell anyone... I swear I'll work with any punishment you give me but please, don't fire me for something I didn't do. Working here is one step closer to my dream... I can't lose this."

JK looks me up and down before using his teeth to rip the end of his bandage. Even while wounded, he reaches into his jeans and lights himself a blunt. I watch as JK's cheeks grow hollow before he exhales smoke into my face and scowls at me.

"Let anyone in our business again, and you're gone. I'm giving you this last fucking chance."

I nod slowly at his stern tone. "I-I won't tell."

"I mean it." He now stands up and steps closer, making me look straight up at his tall height but hiccup when he harshly grabs my jaw and pushes my cheeks together.

"Don't make me do something to you. You're gonna keep those lips shut if you wanna stay here, I ain't playing She. Do some shit again and see if I don't stretch that ass across this street."

JK's face is so close to mine, I can barely focus. I watch his cocking brow and moving lips with crossed eyes before taking a hard gulp.

"I understand..."

"Good." He releases me. "You're on tomorrow night so don't be late. Oh, and pretend you didn't see any of this." He now walks away.

"W-what about the others! What happened to them?"

"I'm gonna bail them out."

"Bail them ou—?"

"Don't ask questions, just go home and forget about this... Or do I have to remind you 'bout my warning?"