#kitti.threads

kitti had always felt the most confident driving. for year's she'd driven a tiny green ford focus that she'd scraped together enough money to buy herself. when lionheart had really started taking off the first big purchase she'd made for herself had been the sweetest ferrari spider. it was her baby, only second in her like to her doberman rocco. standing in the garage of ignition kingdom she yanked up her bonnet and groaned. "see what i mean? it's all fucked." she said to drew motioning back to her car.

she really hadn't wanted to see him again; the square-headed asshole who'd had the audacity to call her a babysitter. as if a babysitter would have been wearing shoes that expensive. still she couldn't seem to avoid him since her client's kid wouldn't shut up about how great gio was, it made her stomach turn. now as she sat in the kitchen trying to negotiate a five million dollar brand deal over video call the notes of free-bird rang through the house. she blanched rage cooling over her face. "if you'll give me just a minute." kitti stamped upstairs towards the lounge and poked her head through the doorway. "are you fucking serious?"