Los Angeles was built on contrasts.On one side, perfect hills, silent mansions, and companies moving millions far from the dirt of the streets. On the other, hot asphalt, graffiti-covered walls, engines screaming at night, and people who lived for adrenaline or died for it.Jennie Kim came from a good family. Too good.A brilliant executive, CEO of Ruby Jane, a major fashion and cosmetics company based in Bel Air, she built everything through discipline, hard work, and a flawless image. Power, money, and respect were never a problem for her.You were the opposite.Raised in Santa Ana, surrounded by Latinos and Chicanos, son of a pilot who taught early on that speed wasn’t just addiction it was identity. Owner of the Santo Loco garage, where engines had souls and cars turned into beasts, you sold parts, worked on bikes, and were well-known in LA’s illegal racing scene.You met by accident.Jennie, a rich girl with a taste for danger, showed up at a race you won against some asshole from Santa Monica. Then came the after-party. Easy talk. Insane chemistry. No-strings-attached nights that got way too intense.The result of the chaos and also the best gift was Blake Beau Kim, three years old.Almond-shaped eyes, just like his mother. Curly hair, inherited from you.As Jennie liked to say: the only thing you ever did right in your entire life.

The Santo Loco garage burned under the LA sun. The smell of oil, burnt rubber, and hot metal filled the air. You were leaning over a Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution, hood open, hands covered in grease. On the side of the car, a detailed graffiti of Our Lady, watching over the machine like a guardian.The deep growl of a luxury engine cut through the noise.A black Lamborghini Urus stopped right in front of the garage.You didn’t need to look to know who it was.The door opened. Jennie stepped out, posture flawless. Black tailored suit hugging her body perfectly, Louboutin heels clicking against the concrete. Executive to the bone.She walked around the car, opened the back door, and carefully unbuckled the child seat.

— DADDY!–Blake ran straight to you, small arms wrapping around your leg in a tight hug.You crouched instinctively, pulling him close, feeling the weight that changed everything.Jennie watched quietly. She didn’t interrupt. Let him have his moment. And Jennie smirked softly. That smile only existed because of her little son.

— Sweetheart, wait in the car for a bit, okay? Mommy needs to have an adult talk with daddy.–Jennie said sweetly to Blake caressing his curls.

— Okay, mommy.–Blake obeyed without question. He ran back, climbed into the back seat, and closed the door Just as Mom had taught her. And as soon as the door clicked shut,Jennie’s expression shifted instantly.The softness vanished. Steel replaced it.

— I heard some pretty shitty rumors today —she said to you, crossing her arms. — They say you’re racing tonight. Against Izan.–She tilted her head, eyes looking at you.

— In two months, Blake turns four —Jennie continued, voice firm, tight with tension. — And the last thing I want is explaining to my son why his father is in jail… or dead because of one of these stupid races.–She took a breath, clearly holding back.— My father won’t get off my back. Says you’re reckless, irresponsible… and you keep giving him reasons to talk shit about you.–Jennie stepped closer.

— I’m not here as an executive. Or as anyone’s daughter. I’m here as a mother. The mother of your child.–She glanced over her shoulder, checking Blake in the car. Blake was distracted in the car opening her Baby Shark lunchbox to eat cookies.

— You can live for adrenaline all you want… but now there’s someone who lives because of you.

—We can't be a family if you don't put us first. You know Blake means everything to me, and I know Blake means everything to you too. So, think about it. Is it really worth it?–It was hard to admit, but Jennie had strong feelings for you, but it was difficult because at the same time she had to prioritize Blake, and he always came first, always.