Marry. Ride. Love.

Even though I knew it was wrong

*Pecco*

I felt the impact on my bike and then I felt myself losing control.

I flow a bit through the air next to my bike and then landed in the gravel. A few feet next to me, Marc skidded through the gravel.

"FUCK!", I slammed my fist into the gravel and dropped backwards.

This weekend had been an absolute horror so far.

I had totally fucked up qualifying and had only started from 11th place and now I had taken a hit from Marc and crashed. What a shitshow!

I needed every point because I wanted to get my second title. I needed the fucking points.

Anger bubbled up inside me as the marshals helped me back to my feet.

Now all I had left was tomorrow to get points. Bullshit.

I got on the bike behind the marshal and let him take me to the pit lane. I didn't want to see anyone now. I just wanted to be alone.

He drove me straight into the paddock to the motohomes. I got off the bike and limped to my motohome. It was absolutely better if no one talked to me right now. I was boiling with anger.

I didn't even take off my helmet. I just pushed the visor up a bit to get some air. I kept taking deep breaths until I reached the stairs to my motohome. Carola caught up with me there and put her hand on my arm.

"Not now.", I grumbled "I need rest.".

"Bella is in your motohome. Do you want me to take her back to the box?" she whispered, I shook my head.

I didn't want to see anyone. Anyone but Bella.

I pulled myself up the stairs and heard the cameras clicking behind me. I punched in the code on the door, opened the door, and threw it back right behind me.

Bella immediately jumped up from the sofa. "Pecco!" she exhaled intermittently and took a few steps over to me.

Her eyes were swimming in tears.
I had only wanted to see her now. Gently I stroked her hair out of her face, while her hands slid to the fastener of my helmet. I lifted my head a little so that she could open it better.

I felt her hands on my jaw before she slid the helmet up. Her fingers slid over my cheeks as she did so, then through my hair. She took the helmet off my head and placed it on the chair next to us. I pulled her to me by her soft hips.

"Shit, I was so worried. When you were flying like that.", her voice was shaking so much. She had been really scared for me.

I stroked her hair again, only to realize I was still wearing the gloves. I took them off and tossed them aside so I could bury my fingers in her dark hair.

"It's all right," I whispered, then lowered my forehead against hers.

I just wanted to hold her, to be close to her.

"The take off looked so bad." she whispered "You should get checked out.".

"No, it's all good.", I assured her and closed my eyes. My heart was beating much more calmly.

"Please, Pecco.", her hands slid to my jaw and pushed my face up.

I opened my eyes again "Bella. It's going to be okay. I promise.", I leaned down and kissed her on the forehead before limping over to the sofa.

I opened my leather combination and tried to peel myself out.

Bella was with me immediately and helped me peel off the sleeves. I dropped onto the sofa and reached for her hand to pull her next to me, but she withdrew her hand and walked over to the fridge.