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Thursday June 24th 2016 10:15 pm Angel Motors

CRASH

The sound of a metal control arm hitting concrete echoed through Angel Motors.

"Fuck!"

Juno didn't even bother looking up, curled up on the worn out beige leather couch in Quinn's office. Her thumb kept lazily scrolling through Instagram, completely unfazed by Connie's latest outburst.

By now, it was just background noise.

Outside the office door, Rae Sremmurd's "this could be us" rattled through the large black garage speakers, the overhead fan squeaked every ten seconds. This was another Thursday routine before a Friday night race.

Connie cursed underneath Juno's suspended Silvia, frustrated with the alignment that Juno somehow fuckd up in her last race.

"What the fuck was that?"

Quinn's voice cut clean through the music. She was mid chew of her BBQ brisket from buc-ee's when she hear the crash, followed by Connie's outburst

A chorus of voices rang out answering immediately.

"Nothing."

Quinn narrowed her eyes towards the open office door.

"Uh huh."

She wiped her bbq-stained hands on a napkin before getting up to stand at the door way.

"Don't break my shit."

"...Bad-ass gremlins."

Juno snorted from her seat at the comment.

Quinn looked over.

"Whatchu laughin' at?" Quinn asked arching a brow. "Ain't you supposed to be in there helpin' 'em fix your car for tomorrow?"

"Mmcht." Juno smacks her teeth waving her off

"They'll be aight, it ain't nothing but a little alignment."

"I'm on Marco's page trying to see who I'm racing tomorrow"

"I don't know why you trying to scope. you know ci already know who you racing" Quinn rolls her eyes walking towards the girl

The girls argument cuts in from the background

"Brenley that's the wrong fucking wrench! Dumbass" Connie screams at brenley from under Juno's baby blue Silvia

"Well they all look the same"

"I asked you first a box end how the fuck you gon hand me a socket" Connie huffs at the girl in the bedazzled pink cheetah print tracksuit

Brenley looks down at her black acrylics "you ain't say that the first time"

Juno laughs while shrugging her shoulders at her friends argument before answering Quinn "I know that but I still like find out for myself"

Quinn reached over to snatch the phone from Juno's hands

"What the fuck?!"

"Yea well..." Quinn sets the phone down on her desk

"not on my watch, you fucked up yo own car now take ya lil ass in there and help em fix it"

Juno paused huffing as she stood. her skin peeling from the leather couch.

"Yea tell her get her ass in here, she ain't do nothing all night" Hartley shouts from the garage bay

"Mind yours! You ain't even helping dammit" Juno turns yelling towards the door

"Exactly just useless" baby voice cuts in from the passenger side of her Toyota

"Shut up baby!" Hartley and Connie shout in unison ————-

"Aye, aye, aye ficticia don't take your frustration out on my toolbox burra" Connie screech's at Juno from her chair

"I'm sorry I'm not trying to" Juno mumbles sliding the tools back towards the craft table

The girls were spread out across the garage. Autumns in the office looking at tomorrow's race routes, Hartley is on her laptop posting instagram stories, brenley and baby are on the carpet in the corner painting over baby's toes.

"What's up your ass anyway ?" Connie questions pushing her chair backwards to roll towards Juno until her wheels bump against her boots.

"Bro... we racin' Blackline tomorrow . I ain't in the mood for reap's annoying ass today." Juno finally confessed sitting back in her chair

Connie groans in agreement understanding her cousins frustration "Girl who you telling I can't stand that fucking kid!"

"He's always trying to tell me, ME! How to work a motherfuckin engine. Like that weak ass GT-R can hold up against my mods"

"I mean... it does—"

Connie slowly turns to Juno with a look threatening her to finish her sentence.

Juno cleared her throat

"...It doesn't."

Connie stares for a moment grumbling out a quiet "bitch" before rolling away

"You can't get mad at me for being honest" Juno guffaws

"Yea well honesty hurts, that's why I called you a bitch"

"Okayyyy rudeness" Juno drags out standing up to follow Connie around the car

"Look I'm only being honest because we put three bands up on this race, that's Three bands from each crew. Plus Marco got sponsors, side bets, and crowd commission. Seventeen stacks total. that's seventeen stacks on the line!" Juno sighs tugging on her cousins shirt to get the girl to look at her

"that's enough to get us out of this lil hole we're in. We can pay rent on the house, put some back for our books this upcoming semester, AND give some to Quinn to put back into the shop without having to tap into our actual work checks. Plus last time we raced them we got embarrassed cause baby lost to mirage's slow ass"

"Hey I heard that" baby pouts from her corner of the garage waving off brenley restless hands fanning at her toes

"Good" Brenley quips "wasted my cute ass outfit for that bum ass race, you know how long it took me to customize that fashion nova two piece"

"Man his ass cheated" baby rolls her eyes at Brenleys rant

"He ain't cheat. You wasn't focused." autumn finally speaks up standing in the office doorway Arms folded across her chest

Baby looks up at her offended by the comment

"If you actually studied the route I sent you, you would've know that median was there!" she continues pushing herself off the frame coming over to rest against Juno's Silvia.

"You're not Juno baby so stop trying to race like her and learn the routes"

Juno winces at autumns jab, choosing to ignore the hidden compliment in her words.

Connie looks over at baby solemnly in agreement

"Alright, alright ease up on baby ok? She ain't raced in weeks it was her first run back. Who knew mirages ass would actually be good for once."

Autumn sighs taking a moment to think before speaking "maybe we give her a few low rank races before we put her back in S rank money races for now"

"What?! No-" baby yells standing up but gets cuts off by Brenleys hand pulling on her arm

"Relax speedy Gonzalez, autumns not trying to pulling you out the rank, what she's trying to say is we need to get you some more practice" Brenley reasons

Baby turns towards the girls "Be foreal yall know I smoke who ever I go against in E rank races"

"WE know that! we're just saying blackline aren't E rank racers and YOU know that!" Connie speaks up

Baby turns to look at Juno waiting for her to say something to make the girls reconsider

Juno looked between Autumn and Baby biting at her thumbnail.

"Autumn ain't wrong." She sighs

Baby's face fell, the hurt visible in her expression.

"BUT" she puts her hands up in defense "...neither are you, baby we know you can drive."

"I know you blow smoke on the asphalt."

Baby perks up at Juno's praise shoulders slightly relaxing

"But autumns right. E rank races are good ways to stack easy money AND get you more comfortable behind a wheel"

Juno taps the hood of her Silvia.

"Speed don't mean shit if you don't know where you're going."

The girls nod in silent agreement

"Cool? Good. Now let's finish fixing my baby so we can whoop Reap's ass." Juno laughs turning to pick up the grubby red toolbox

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Thursday June 24th 2016 11:56 pm Velocity Motors

Tools gleamed beneath the blue fluorescent lights lining the garage wall. The concrete floor was clean enough to reflect the underglow of the cars parked inside.

Yoongi sat at his craft table surrounded by engine blueprints, Jungkook's GT-R owner manual opened beside a notebook filled with measurements and handwritten calculations. He erased another line before sketching it again.

The garage door rattled open.

"Yo scar you in here?" He hears being shouted followed by the sound of feet shuffling

"No"

"Well" Jungkook come up beside him before leaning on the table "looks different to me"

Yoongi sighs before looking up to see jungkook and Taehyung crowd around his work table

"What do you want reap? I'm working"

"I can see that" jungkook grumbles looking over Yoongis shoulder while spinning his car keys around his finger

"We came to see if you needed us to do anything, slicks on the phone with Marco right now to get the entry word."

Yoongi pushed him away and reached blindly to his left. Taehyung placed the eraser he'd been searching for directly into his hand.

Across the garage, Hoseok slid out from underneath his Supra on a creeper, grease streaked across one forearm."Heard we racing' halo tomorrow" Taehyung rolls his eyes leaning across the table "I hate racing their asses"

"Man quit faking I know you wanna to see ciphers fine ass" jungkook laughs now tossing his keys in the air

"And?" Taehyung shrugs reaching for a fiber towel

"They all fine doesn't stop them from being annoying" he walks towards Hoseok Supra

"last time I beat babys' crying ass and I swear them bitches tried jumping me in the parking lot"

Hoseok points a ratchet at him "Aye watch out with that bitch word"

"and baby ain't a crybaby, you know how new racers be" he finishes shrugging

"New racers what?" Namjoon asks walking in from the office entryway looking down at his phone

he's soon followed by a smiling jimin walking with a slight skip in his step

"Nothing." Yoongi waves him off

"What you smiling for?" He questions jimin with a raise of his brow

Jimin points to himself "I just got off the phone with Marco"

"Got the entry word for tomorrow night. and I'm told it's a seventeen K kinda race night" he smirks dragging out the last part of his sentence

The boys pause what they're doing to look up at him

"Only seventeen?" Namjoon frowns looking up from his screen

Jimin smile drops

"Marco doesn't lower prize pools for no reason"

"True" yoongi nods

Namjoon leans on the table looking over at Jimin

"Either turn outs weak or somebody big pulled"

Jungkook opens his mouth before Jimin cuts him off with a hand to his chest

"Mmcht, I kinda guessed that BUT!" Jimin Claps

" That ain't the focus, if somebody did pull out last minute that means it's still four racers tomorrow. WE just going to vibe check, win a few races, and dip"

Yoongi scoffs leaning back in his chair "you say that every car link and somehow we always end up in some bullshit"

"But Joons right, three grand don't just disappear if somebody big did pull that's 3k we're missing out on, I don't know about yall but a extra 3k never hurt my pockets"

"Shid who you telling! I need some new mods on the whip" Jungkook agrees sliding into the stool next to yoongi

"Bruh your mods be free the fuck are you talking about?" Jimin quips at jungkook

"And? Scar may do the mods but the materials he use ain't cheap"

"I already ordered the metallic wrap but now that I think about it I'm about to start charging yall for em'." Yoongi speaks

"Yea yea yea whatever look im tryna make sure we go and have a good time tomorrow is that to much to ask?" Jimin points out

Hoseok and Taehyung look at each other before bursting into laughter hitting each other in the process

"No YOU tryna go trick on brenleys mean ass" Taehyung jokes leaning onto Hoseok

"And then come home and whine about how she curves your ass again, better leave that girl alone before she slash your tires again" Hoseok finishes leaning back on the stool

"... no for real fool gon end with a fatass knot on his head next time" Jungkook chuckles

"Man whatever"Jimin flips them off

"LOOK we going tomorrow strictly for racing! Yall getting to comfortable sitting on the sidelines"Namjoon cuts in focusing the conversation back on topic

"The summer just started and I seen some XF007's that would look good as hell on my whip"

"We got Mr. Business over here n' shit" Taehyung rolls his eyes pushing off of Hoseok to walk towards his car

Yoongi chuckles under his breath re-sketching over the engine layout "when's the last time you hit something man? You be so stuck up when you ain't get nun it a min'."

"What? Man I get play! I'm just focused right now" Namjoon questions walking to sit on the leather couch along the wall

"On what? We ain't got shit to do new semester don't start for two months ain't nun to do but race and chase the whole summer" Jungkook points out

"Aye he got a point, I know I'm good I paid rent 4 months in advance due to that last race" jimin perks up while walking over to the vending machine in the corner

"Yea well some of us like to stack money instead of spending it" Namjoon huffs flipping through the magazine in his hand

"Says the fool with a 4,000 dollar chain on and just said something about some XF's" hoseok smirks while pointing and Namjoon

"...whatever"

"Man I hate this damn thing" jimin grumbles hitting the vending machine "...mothafucka took my last quarters"

"Bruh you got the key just open it and grabs the drink instead of being stupid" jungkook rolls his eyes at Jimin

"Now that yall got ya lil jokes out can we get back on track" Namjoon quips harshly

Hoseok clears his throat "so uh... who's racing tomorrow?"

"I am" Jungkook says now on his phone with out looking up

"No, ya not I am" Namjoon shoots

Yoongi and jimin share a glance

Jungkook looks up "and why the fuck not?!"

"Because I said so, but if you must know it's supposed to be some new cats on the scene tomorrow and I'm trying to make sure we win"

"Sooo you saying I don't win races" Jungkook questions with a quirk of his brow now offended

"I ain't say that" Namjoon replies

"Yea but you implied it"

"No. I didn't "

"Then what's the problem?" Jungkook huffs vexed at what Namjoon was getting at

"You race whoever's in front of you."

"I race everybody."

Taehyung sighs now polishing the hood of Hoseoks car

"Here they go again with this shit" jimin groans finally grabbing his chips out the machine

"Don't put words in my fucking mouth reap, I'm just saying everytime we race halo you be to focused on beating them to pay attention to other drivers" Namjoon curses

"I'm trying to see what crew made somebody nervous enough to pull out of a race last minute"

"That ain't got shit to do with me honestly but we'll see...".Jungkook adds before storming off

"Pops need to talk to his hard headed ass... he so damn stubborn" Hoseok quips sliding back under his car ————— Friday June 25th 2016 12:30AM Underground west district

Burnt rubber clung to the humid night air. Bass from three different stereos bled together until every parking row had its own soundtrack. Neon underglow rippled across puddles left over from yesterday's rain while vendors shouted over revving engines, selling burgers, tacos, and Styrofoam cups full of Hennessy.

This is where car people came to enjoy themselves some more so than others...

"runway! My favorite twin Carter" jimin smirks strolling through the crowd of people over to brenleys parked pink RX-7 leaving yoongi to stand by their cars awkwardly sipping the ciroc of from his cup scrolling through his phone

Brenley currently reapplying a new fresh layers of lipgloss let's out an exasperated groan the moment she recognized the consistently annoying voice that likes to terrorize her almost every Friday night

Closing her eyes she recline in her seat mentally preparing herself for whatever little game he was about to spit

Jimin finally comes to a stop at her door leaning down against the driver's window, peeking inside."when are you gonna let me trick on you mama"

"As soon as you put 6 bands in my hand slick" brenley replies staring down trying to look uninterested while holding out her fresh black acrylic manicured nails

"Shid say less baby" he laughs using his left hand to reach into his back pocket while caressing hers

"Slick get the fuck away from my car before I hit you with it" she says snatching her hand away

"Aw you ain't gotta be mean mama don't treat daddy like that" he pouts counting through the stack he pulled out

Yoongi watched the interaction from where he leaned against his car, shaking his head at Jimin's persistence.

"She ain't neva gon say yes man let it go" he shouts

"Man shut up I don't ask for a yes I asked for a opportunity" jimin rolls his eyes at yoongi

"Same thing" yoongi and brenley say in unison causing jimin to huff now focusing his full attention on brenley

Brenley scoffs reaching for her phone to text the group chat SOS "slick get the fuck on somewhere you do this every weekend, you don't get tired of me telling you no?"

"NOPE! Wanna know why?" He asks

"Nah not really"

"It's ok I know you do I know you gon give in eventually but that's for another time.... here" he says handing her the money

She takes it counting through the bills "2k? What's this for?"

"To make sure you show up looking pretty for me everytime" he laughs walking backwards

"You 4k short! TRICK!" She shouts from her window causing a few heads to turn in their direction

"It's ok I'm only a trick for you baby!" He laughs turning around to catch up with yoongi

"Still ain't get no date!" She throws a final insult happily adding the money into her purse excited to tell her friends about the extra cash she came up on later

Across the lot, Namjoon and Jungkook sat in their respective cars, parked side by side but saying nothing. The tension between them had Blackline on edge, especially after Jungkook's outburst and Namjoon's nonstop muttering about ignorant childish drivers.

Namjoon's thoughts had been running in circles since they arrived. Somewhere in the crowd was the crew that made another team pull out of a seventeen-thousand dollar race. Out of the corner of his eye, Jungkook kept fiddling with his lip ring.

Namjoon knew he should be the one racing tonight. He'd see things Jungkook wouldn't. That didn't stop him from worrying about his younger brother anyway.

Namjoon rolled down his window, ready to say something, but stopped at the sight of a golden sun belly ring and colorful waist beads wrapped around sunkissed dark brown skin.

Juno leaned down until her face came into view.

"Yo" Juno leans down to Joons eye level

"Well hello riot to what do I owe the pleasure" he smirks

"Can I hop in... we need to talk" she asks folding her arms in place

"Yea sure doors unlocked" he nods to the passenger door

Juno walks across the front of his car finally allowing him the chance to look at Jungkook who's already staring at him with a questionable raised bro as if to say "really?"

Joon shrugs turning his head in Juno's direction as she gets in

He rolls his window up "what's up Juno?" Question her

Juno watches as people walk around joking and laughing at nonsense around them

"There's a new crew racing tonight" she finally answers

"I know..." Namjoon nods his head slowly confused at where she's going with this

"Ci got a name" she sighs

"Who?" Namjoon sits up slightly at the new information

"Some crew from L.A. Crew leader Calls himself Fabio."

Namjoon frowns "Fabio?"

"That's what Ci said."

"Never heard of em"

"Neither had ci... until she started digging"

Namjoon stares at her before chuckling "And? That ain't enough to make you walk over here."

"Namjoon you didn't let me finish"

"A few... a few of their races ended up with a few bodies" she finishes

The laughter outside suddenly sounded farther away. A Camaro revved somewhere across the lot. Neither of them looked.

Namjoon rested both hands on the steering wheel.

"So? You know as well as I do this shit's dangerous. What makes them any different?"

"People wasn't dying 'cause they missed turns. They were fucking with other crews' cars."

Namjoon sighed leaning his head against his head rest looking at jungkooks now empty spot

"I knew there was a reason I ain't let his ass race tonight" he mumbles

"What? Reaps not racing" Juno questions

He wasn't supposed to be. Now that I know about this shit, I damn sure ain't letting him."

"...Namjoon did you look at Marcos pool?" Juno whispers

"Nah I already put money up for my crew, why?"

Juno pulls out her phone to view the group text that was sent out to show Namjoon

"Because jungkooks name is on the board"

Namjoon was already out of the driver's seat before Juno finished lowering her phone. His eyes swept across rows of cars.

Vendors, Crowds, Burnouts, until they landed on Hoseok standing beside a food truck with a tray of nachos.

Juno shoves open the passenger door rushing after him