[DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT LIKE MORE THAN ONE SHIP] [WARNING: FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY!!!]
Lauren Jauregui is the leader of South Miami's street gang "Los Carnales" that she started with her brother, Chris, and has been since the death of her parent...
A/N: I changed the actor for Luca (see the cast for his new face claim).
Macking - flirt or make sexual advances
Lauren's outfit visual:
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May 6th, 2006 Tuesday, 12:05pm - Liberty City, Florida
A 1968 blue Cadillac DeVille cruised along the streets of North Miami—Liberty City in a particular—in no sort of rush whatsoever. Some of Los Carnales members were hanging out at South Miami Senior High, some were skipping elsewhere, and the rest who didn't show up to school at all hung around their neighbourhoods with the adults who had nothing better to do but look out for the streets. Members sporting maroon bandanas or black jerseys/black saggy jeans and sweats spotted the mysterious Cadillac slowly making its way down the block, but couldn't tell who was riding due to the tinted windows. Either way it didn't matter, it didn't take a genius to know that the car belonged to Estrabao Cartel. Giving that Liberty City was the second territory Los Carnales owned in the north side of Miami, it wasn't rare for Estrabao Cartel to drive through because most of the north belonged to them; EC had LC surrounded. It was hard sometimes to figure out the reason they would drive through LC territory instead of taking a different route.
Los Carnales soldiers were now on high alert and ready to fight or kill anyone who popped up in their hood to disrespect or start trouble. With the way the car wouldn't speed up and leave, all of them figured something bad was about to go down. Among five members chilling outside of a village apartment, Normani Kordei was one of them. She was always with the guys because they made her feel safer and she liked macking from time to time. The five members were lounging outside the apartments, two members leaning over the balcony railing smoking cigarettes while music boomed from inside an apartment. They paid no mind to the blue car because they didn't see it, but Normani did. The second it stopped across the street, she already had her hand on her glock in the back of her booty shorts.
"Should we leave one of them alive to send a message?" Joaquin, the second muscle before Santiago, asked Matteo who was driving the Cadillac. All of them had submachine guns in hand, ready to open fire. "That black girl is close with Lauren, if we kill her then she'll kill all of us to avenge her. It's too risky."
"I get that you still have a pussy but that doesn't mean you're allowed to act like one," Matteo snapped with his eyes still on the Carnales. "The boss said all of them dead. No one alive."
"Was that comment really necessary?" Joaquin glowered.
"You didn't have to tag along if you were going to talk about sparing a life all because you're scared of yours being taken," Matteo nudged Santi who was waiting for the windows to roll down. "Estás escuchando esto? La única vez que traemos a la tranny, ella se queja todo el camino hasta aquí y no quiere hacer el trabajo." (Are you hearing this? The only time we bring the tranny, she complains all the way here and doesn't wanna get the job done.)
