In which a mechanic who's always dreamed of driving her own car, sneaks into an illegal racing club, only to be caught by their #1 driver. ★ ☆
「 ROMCOM • DRAMA • ACTION 」
- SET IN WESTSIDE L.A, 2006. 🏁
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Within the cool-toned room of LAPD's Southeast precinct, harsh studio lights shine down on the orderly line of Gatti members who were caught up in Compton's mysterious shoot-out. JK and Quavo stroll amongst the bunch in vests, chains and loose jeans as the men are abruptly halted and told to face the window screen.
"Alright, everyone lift your numbers."
On cue, each member of Gatti lifts their criminal cards, foregrounding the black and white-striped measuring backdrop behind them. The lighting of the room only emphasizes JK's tan and hardened facial structure. The officer behind the camera instantly recognizes him and chuckles through the room's speakers.
"Well if it ain't JK. I took your last 8 mugshots. Let's say we shoot for 10?"
"Man shut up." His stringy bangs vine his cheekbones.
"Quiet. Front shots in 3, 2..."
Quavo and JK glance at each other as if exchanging a shared thought, before JK faces the camera with a grumpy expression while Quavo faces it with cheesing grills. Both men simultaneously flick their middle finger beside their criminal number plates, allowing the camera to capture the rainbows of their twinkling jewelry when a bright flash engulfs the room.
◢◤◢◤ SANTA CLARITA ◢◤◢◤
My fingernails find themselves clasped between my teeth as I anxiously peer around the empty interior of my closed store. This is all so hard to stomach. I can't believe Gatti's been taken over by my own cousin... Scratch that, I can't believe J gun-butted me.
