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💜 ALSO DON'T PLAY THE AUDIO YET! 💜
💗 WHEN I SAY HEHE 💗

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A week has gone by since I received JK's infamous warning... As menacing as it was, I guess part of me needed the harsh reminder of not getting too comfortable here. This is a job after all.

It reminded me not to put my feelings before work...

That, and to never get on JK's bad side. His temper is way too unpredictable.

As the days drive by, I've been trying to prove myself by working longer shifts and helping with cleaning after hours. I wanna slowly rebuild his trust, so hopefully JK sees that I'm loyal enough to never betray Gatti.

As for Dad, I can safely say that coming home late no longer feels so sneaky or guilt-tripping. I'm grateful that he supportive enough to let me drive and chase my dreams while he single-handedly manages the garage... With the helpful distraction of some Burberry shirts of course.

*Vrooooom!*

The engine-filled night comes to an end as watchers cheer for the final two cars that zoom through the finish line. Despite the hype, I remain distracted and on my knees as I focus on the tire I'm changing in front of my open garage.

"Yo, She."

My chin snaps up when JK casually sits on the hood of the yellow Ferrari 360 I'm working on, wearing an oversized graphic tee with baggy jeans, low hanging chains, silver jewels and a white headband that sits under his stringy long locks.

Honestly, seeing him during the daytime vs Gatti hours are two completely different things. JK's the star of these shows, so him speaking to me despite all the people that have come to see him is always unexpected...

"Hi... Uh, how are the guys doing?"

He shrugs, rolling brown paper between his fingers. "Takeoff's patching up, managed to bail Quavo and Offset but they' on probation for two weeks."

"Oh..." I frown at the thought of them not being here. "And your arm?"

I couldn't help but notice the bandages peeking from beneath his sleeve, along with the redebuting white plaster on his cheek. I still don't even know what happened, but something tells me AD had something to do with it...

"It ain't a problem. Listen, I got a job for you." He leans forward, his elbows on his spread thighs.

"A job?"

"Mm. I've got an important time-trial in two days against some professional ex-racer. The betting rate's 600K."

"HOW much?!"

"Yeah, it's the one Big Joe's been nagging 'bout. There's finna be important people watching. Grid marshals... Principle officers... Recorders and timekeepers..."

"Oh wow."

"I'm taking the Maserati since it pushes 330km, but it'll need tighter handling on the drift. Think you can work it?"

I almost choke by the way he cocks his eyebrow, forcing an assuring nod. "Sur—"

"You didn't have a choice anyway." JK stands whilst fishing for his lighter. "The cars gotta be ready and at the venue by 6, so imma need you to spend all night on it."

"All night. Got it."

As I go to turn around, the daunting driver pierces me with scowled brows before firmly gripping my upper arm and forcing my attention onto his intimate grumble alone...

"I ain't forgot about your little stunt last week She. I got you here, I can take you out. I'm not the one to piss off... Remember that."

I gulp subtly from his harsh grip and the proximity of his face, nodding with all focus on his moving lips. JK glances at my lips in the process of looking me up and down before letting go, sticking his blunt between his teeth and passing me his keys.

"Catch you tomorrow."

"...B-bye." I wave behind.

Why do I suddenly feel... Pregnant?

A spotless green Maserati MC12 that matches JK's keys sits parked in the distance, so I'm assuming that's the one. As the night comes to a close and people start to pack up, I toss a cloak over the Ferrari I was working on before driving JK's Maserati into my garage to bring it closer to my tools.

This is a $670K car... Only 50 of them were ever made since the MC12 was only built to compete in the FIA GT Championship, which it won as of 2005. Dad and I watched it together... He'd kill me if I ever scratched this thing.

After parking the car, I go back outside and squat to gather my toolbox—

"Yo."

Three unfamiliar girls line up behind me when I slowly turn around, all confidently staring me down with doll-like bodies and trendy fashion. Honestly, they look like breathing Bratz dolls...

The first has chocolate-brown skin and wears glittery lip gloss with fluffy lashes and sleek shoulder-length swooped hair beneath her beret. Two large golden hoops dangle over her busty white studded tank top, cropped fur jacket, Apple bottoms hugging her wide hips, mini purse and heels.

The second girl looks Latina, rocking a high ponytail with tinted shades on the nose bridge, a cut-out bodysuit to accentuate her curves and low-rise jeans. The third girl is Asian and tanned with photo-ready makeup and luscious lips that smack her gum loudly. She sports a sparkly halter, mini denim skirt and waist chain with charms on it; her wavy hair side-parted and tucked to expose one hoop earring.

The first girl places a hand on her hip and nudges her chin, "You Shego?"

"Uh... Yeah?"

"Name's Cece. These my homegirls, Jazmín and Suzu."

"...Um... Hello." I wave awkwardly.

Jazmín waves with a smirk while Suzu scans me and pops her gum.

"So here's the deal right. We been seeing that you cool wid' JK or whudevoh so we figured, that girl gotta be dope as hell to be hanging with a man like that."

My lips suddenly part and hands wave, "O-oh no, I'm just his—"

"Mechanic. We know." Jazmín finishes.

"But that o'nt mean you ain't got his attention girl. And anyone hanging out with somebody that popular has to kick it with us."

"Oh... I mean kicking things sounds nice but—"

"Girl I KNOW you ain't tryna turn us down with all that gear talk." Cece waves her finger. "You seriously gonna sit out here slaving away for a man who's probably out getting his dick wet all night? These n*ggas make the most money by doing whateverrr they want meanwhile poor lil' Shego's gotta follow orders like a busboy."

"So lame." Jazmín pouts.

"For real." Suzu pops her gum.

"So what' you say? Fancy a night out with us girls? Don't worry, we promise to bring you back by midnight so you can work on your lil' toys. We ain't doing nothing crazy."

My lashes flutter in thought as I stare at JK's Maserati...

"...Nothing crazy?"

"Nah girl! We ain't even looking to get drunk tonight, we just finna vibe and cop a drink."

"And you promise we'll be back by midnight?"

"Swear on my fake tiddies boo." Jazmín crosses her chest, earning a giggle out of me before I weigh out my options...

"Well... Okay. As long as it's just a quick break."

"Perfect!" They immediately hook arms with me, beaming celebratory smiles. "We finna hit the clubbbbb, I know that's right!"

"The club?!"

"Yeah. That' a problem?" Jazmín asks.

"It's just, I don't have any clubbing clothes..."

"What? How you ain't got clubbing clothes? You've been before, right?"

I stay silent at Cece's question, making her chuckle and sling an arm around me.

"Come on baby, we making a pit stop. Let us girlies hook you up nice and good..."

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Suzu lightly blows on the lash strip between her tweezers before pressing the glue against my lid... Cece's room looks straight out of a Bratz movie; with sparkly pink walls carrying LED strip lights, a zebra print couch, walk-in closet, chandelier and an all-pink circular canopy bed.

Finally, Jazmín applies some gloss to my lips while Cece folds her arms in approval and Suzu brings over a full-body mirror.

"Tada!"

My jaw drops at the sight of the final look the girls pieced together... The bronze eyeshadow and liner on my lids match my lips that are coated in sweet chocolate-brown lipgloss, my overall outfit consisting of a bikini top, flare jeans with thong straps attached, layered necklaces and other jewelry. My stomach and back dimples even showcase under my now crimped hair that allows them to show off.

I look... like THEM.

Who knew that beyond all those baggy clothes, I actually had hips.

"Oh bitch, I would fuck you." Cece nods.

"Please, something tells me Shego's gonna get alllll types of dick tonight." Jazmín sprays her neck with perfume sexily, as if imitating me before spraying my neck too.

"I doubt that." I laugh nervously.

"Mm-mmm, don't be acting all innocent now girl. Not after you been fucking JK on the low." Cece playfully blasts me with her pink hairdryer.

"What? I-I've never slept with JK."

"You ain't??"

"What about head? Wait, knowing JK it was probably a threesome." Suzu bombards me.

"No no! I've... Never done any of that stuff, actually."

The girls all send me blank stares before suddenly looking at each other and breaking out into a happy scream. My shoulders jolt as I watch them in confusion.

"Oh girl! You cute, but that's gotta change TONIGHT!" Cece grabs my hands, "You look too damn good tonight to NOT get yo' back blown out!"

"Back blown—??"

"Come on, let's show you off already!" They pull me out with giggles of excitement.

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The club's exterior booms with muffled hip-hop music while young people and colorful cars line up outside. Everyone looks so hot and fashionable, it's rather intimidating...

Cece links arms with me and approaches the bouncer as he checks his VIP list before letting us cut in line through the velvet rope. I subtly cling on with jolted shoulders once the dim lighting casts over us and music escalates lowly.

"Chill baby, you with us. Ain't no reason to be scared."

༻ PLAY CIARA : GOODIES ༺
(If y'all don't know this song 👉🚪)

The first thing I notice when we reach the indoor balcony are the mixed scents of alcohol, as well as the room's airspace that's steamier than outside. Iced-out thugs drink by booths and check out the gorgeous women of the dance floor, while the majority dance around the DJ's table or dominate the illuminated stage with their energy.

I can feel the bass seeping through my chest as we strut down the stairs with eyes already trained on us. Cece instantly leads us to the bar before flicking her hair at some hot brown-skinned boys.

"Mmm, sure is hot in here. A girl could use a drink."

The guys look at us, then at each other before licking their lips and happily ordering us drinks. Cece then turns around and hands the girls a glass before asking me, "What you into?"

"Oh um, I don't drink..."

"She'll have a Sidecar."

I flinch in surprise when Cece passes me a pretty citrusy drink before leading us away. Strobe lights beam through the club's red tint once we hit the dance floor that's crowded with countless tanned bodies, all sexily moving together in little clothes...

"I bet you want the goodies, bet you thought about it..."

"Girlllll if this ain't my song!"

As if coming naturally, the girls start to move their bodies in a way that has guys eyeing with intrigue. Cece pops and locks her hips with a hand trailing down her chest while Jazmín effortlessly whines and Suzu body rolls with fingers running through her hair.

And then there's me.

"Loosen up girl, that's what the drink's for!" Jazmín forces the glass to my lips with laughter.

I nearly choke from the sudden sweet, burning flavor. Alcohol really isn't my thing, but I also don't wanna bring down the night... So I pinch my eyes shut and gulp down as much as I can while the girls cheer.

When I open my eyes again, I notice a guy in an oversized tee biting his lip as he eyes me and slowly approaches. I think he wants to dance...

"Oh hell nah, that n*gga ugly as hell. I gotchu' baby."

Cece suddenly forces my arms around her shoulders before placing a hand on my hip and grinding her body against me with her other hand holding my neck, making sure to keep her lips closely hovered over mine before glaring at the guy. With a sheepish smile, he surrenders and backs away.

W-what just happened?

The moment Cece releases me, I feel a hard chest hit my back as well as someone's crotch and hands on my hips. I look back to see that the guy has twists, heavy diamond chains and wears a grey and blue basketball jersey.

"You want a drink Shawty?"

I widen my eyes and glance at Cece who nods rapidly, approving of this guy's looks. I then turn my cheek and smile politely. "Okay."

After getting the second drink in my system, I allow him to control my body whilst moving my hips slowly...

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— MEANWHILE —

Amid Gatti's closing, JK returns to the backstreet with a hand in his pocket despite the late hour striking 2 AM. The alluring racer presses his keys, causing his Mustang's headlights to blink before opening the vehicle and fishing for his flip-phone under the seat.

"These things fall out too easy."

As JK shuts the door and heads back, his feet slowly come to a halt when he notices my garage door that's usually left open when I'm working...

With entangled brows, he walks closer and lifts my gate to find that it's unlocked without me in it. Just his Maserati and an abandoned toolbox.

"What the fuck?"

JK's jaw hardens and tattoo-coated hand slams the garage door in anger, causing a loud metallic clash as he walks away with fiery eyes. "If I don't kill this bitch."

Suddenly, two hands stop his chest—

"Where' you think you're going, sexy?" Suzu slides her arms around his neck. JK looks over her head while removing them.

"Move. I'm tryna find—"

"Shego?" Her head tilts sarcastically. "Forget that bitch baby, she ain't even your type. Why you chasing after some mechanic who ain't even your girl?"

"Cause that mechanic is supposed to be here doing her fucking job." JK shoves Suzu back by the wrists but she instantly pushes him against a car and presses on him seductively.

"Hmm, you're sexy when you're mad..."

"Zu, I'm NOT in the mood for games right now."

"Oh let her have fun JK. She can fix your car tomorrow before the race... Let the girls show her a good time down at the club while we make use of that Mustang of yours... If you catch my drift." Suzu takes his hand and slides it down her ass.

"...You took her to the club?"

"Mhm." Suzu bites her lip, watching the anger in his face with pleasure. "Homegirl looking bad too. Doubt she'll be coming back tonight unpopped, but that don't mean we—"

Suzu stumbles back when JK shoves her without much regard and storms out of the backstreet, anger and tension building up with every footstep he makes to his car.

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My head tilts back on the guy's shoulder and hand secures his neck while the other girls dance on guys also. By this point, the music has my hips moving more actively than ever with everything about tonight fuelling more confidence in me.

"It's getting hot in herre, so take off all your clothes~"

"Hey, wait a minute... Where's Suzu?" I ask.

"Bathroom!" Jazmín drunkenly shouts over the music. Just then, the guy behind me leans into my ear.

"What's your name Shawty?"

I can't help but grin by the way his grills glisten under the club's darkness. "Shego. You?"

"A$AP." He smirks crookedly. "You coming home with me after this, Shego."

"...Coming home for what?"

A$AP laughs whilst trailing his touch down my hips... Too low for me to make out the "AD" tattooed on his hand.

Minutes later, JK steps through the doors of the club and scans the room furiously, not getting distracted by a single woman who accidentally bumps into him. It doesn't take him long to spot me bent over and dancing on A$AP who licks his lips whilst holding and angling my waist.

Recognizing him, JK storms over and rips A$AP off of me before scrunching his shirt and aiming a gun to his face.

"JK!!"

"What are you doing?!"

"Quiet, before I start on you." JK nudges his chin at me, keeping his glare on A$AP who instantly pulls a gun and aims it at JK's stomach.

"Pull it."

"You pull it."

"How about NEITHER of you pull it?!" Cece sticks her arm between the two. "Seriously, can't us girls have a good time without you boys drawing yo' guns?! JK, put it away!"

"Nah, you already knocked down Takeoff, you ain't shooting me in the back too. I been playing nice."

"JK, come on let's just leave it."

"Listen to yo' girl punk..." A$AP smirks. "Listen to the way she finna beg me when I fuck her raw—"

*BANG!*

Everybody in the club screams and scrambles into one big frenzy when JK shoots A$AP in his knee, causing him to collapse. I jump with a pitchy scream as the music stops before JK grabs my hand and pulls me out with the crowd.

"Why would you—?!"

"Oh shut up, I'm only here because of you. I should send your ass back to your dad."

The club's entrance bursts open with people screaming and flooding out like water, JK and I being caught in the mix as he pulls me towards his car that's parked out front.

"Let go of me!"

I try removing his hand but even with all my strength, his grip only tightens. JK easily keeps my wrist cuffed despite my scratching whilst reaching into his back pocket and unlocking the car.

"In."

My body crashes when he shoves me inside and enters his driver's seat. I instantly get up and try to open my door but he reaches over and pulls it shut again. Frustrated growls leave my teeth more I tug on the handle against his strong hold.

"JK let go of the door!"

"Watch your mouth."

"W-well then let go!"

"You're not leaving now sit the fuck down." He effortlessly pushes my body against the seat with one arm before locking all the doors. I look back at him ragingly.

"What is wrong with you?! Are you always this hostile?! You didn't have to shoot him!"

"Yes the fuck I did, it was payback. And who the hell told you you could go out and party? I brought you here Shego, don't make me take everything back."

"Okay so do it!" My voice now cracks and trembles with teary eyes. "T-this is all you do... Threaten me! And I NEVER argue back! Don't say this, or I'll strip this from you. Well I don't need anything from somebody who's gonna threaten to take it all away every chance they get!! I'm not a Guinea pig for you to handle JK! I was just as happy working with my dad and he never ONCE made me feel as dependant as you do!!"

"I wouldn't have to take shit back if you had just stayed your ass at Gatti, fixing the shit I hire you to fix!"

"JK all I ever DO is fix cars! I love this job, and maybe I shouldn't have gone out, but can you blame me for wanting ONE night with girls like the ones you have with the guys?? I was going to come back and work on the car anyway!"

"Noo what your tipsy ass was gonna do was let that AD punk fuck you. What did I tell you when I let you into Gatti, hm? That you're my mechanic, not AD's fucking prostitute."

The word makes my face twist up.

"I'm not just your mechanic JK, I'm a human being... If you're too blinded by money to remember that then maybe you've been spending too much time with Big Joe and I shouldn't be working for you after all—!" I reach for his driver's lock.

He pushes me back until we're practically wrestling. "Shego—"

"I wanna leave—!"

"Bitch sit THE FUCK down!" JK suddenly retrieves his gun and shoots the floor near my feet, blasting a bullet loud enough to make me scream and jump with my hands over my ears.

Silence fills the air as JK casually starts the car and holds his wheel.

"I told you to sit still. Making things fucking difficult."

I remain curled up in my seat with frozen hands and arms shielding my watering eyes...

This is too much... He's insane...

*...SMASH!*

Before JK can drive on, I thrust my elbow into the window as hard as I can before reaching out and pulling the handle, letting myself out and shutting the door before I storm off.

He could shoot me from behind right now. He could grab me and force me back into the car... Maybe this is the alcohol talking, but I don't care.

You don't need to work for somebody who doesn't value you Shego. Dad would never treat you like this.

Hugging my shoulders from the mild night's breeze, tears run down my cheeks as I ignore the catcalls thrown my way and make my journey home.