Montero - Toto Wolff [un-edited]

35: News

Ryan Bradford stood at the door, her dark eyes roaming over the pair of you. Toto had managed to pull the comforter over you, and was now laid to your side. His chest rose and fell softly as all the words he'd said drowned over you in a way you'd never thought would be possible.

"You two can't keep doing this," She said and looked at you as though you were a victim in a crime, "It's not fair for her," her finger was pointed at your chest, the bitten fingernails looking red raw.

You sighed, "Ryan, I'm capable of looking after myself," you said, Toto still not saying anything as he sat up. "Why don't you just leave us to it, I'm sure you and Daniel are busy."

"You don't know what's happening between me and him because you don't care for anyone else but yourself and Toto." Her words were harsh in the frigid air of the bedroom you stood in, "A doctor rang me this morning to tell me about your mother being dead because you don't care enough to talk to her."

Your eyes sprung with tears as Ryan stood toward you, she snatched your dress from the floor and threw it toward you, "You're fucking selfish, and you're not the same person I met months ago."

Toto, who had managed to pull some boxers on, stood up, "Get out." He warned, pulling on his jeans before towering over your friend. You couldn't even find it in yourself to be angry at her. She was right in a way.

"You're a horrible man, Toto Wolff." she spat, turning on her heel and leaving the pair of you in the wake of her words. She was being brutal in a way you didn't know her to be. Sure, you'd heard the rumours, everyone had, but this wasn't the Ryan Bradford you knew.

Toto turned back to face you, the makeup running down your face from the sweat of your activities and the emotions brewing in your chest caused you to combust internally. You didn't want anyone here and you just wanted it to be over. All of this; the racing, the affair, the spending nights in secrecy.

He sat at the end of the bed, "I'm sorry for your mother," he whispered softly, his palm resting heavy on your leg as you tore apart.

"Get out of my room," you said, "don't come back because I don't want to see you."

"What, darling this isn't you," he urged, now trying to round the bed to embrace you. You slapped his chest in anger.

"Get out! Get out!" you screamed, hitting him and trying to get him away from you, "Go back to your wife!"

And just like that, he left.

Leaving a broken part of his heart with you.

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The rain continued to pour down among the track, and you wanted nothing more than to submit to the elements, lay down on the dampened concrete and merge with it. But that wasn't possible.

You hadn't even thought about going back home yet, having missed your flight a few hours ago and there was nothing you wanted more than to curl into a ball and let the earth swallow you whole. Heartache hurt.

You'd lost part of yourself in losing your mother, and you'd lost Toto, Ryan and anyone else in your life that was worth fighting for.

A while back, you'd bought some alcohol, wanting to numb the ache in you, but it just sat in your bag full. You knew you had to go home and face the music, but right now you were so fucking alone.

Christian Horner strolled past and stopped when he saw you, "You should be home," he observed, looking down at his watch to check the time, "What's wrong?"

"My mother died." you deadpanned, not really sure how to drop this conversation, "I don't know what to do."

"Me and Gerri are on our way to the airport soon, you can come and stay with us if you're not comfortable going home," He offered, and you accepted. You didn't want to be alone right now, and he was your employer.

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