Racing Rivals, Racing Hearts ☆ [Diego Brando x Reader]

Steel Ball Run (50)

It's been months since your father's passing. You have been putting in plenty of training preparing for the Steel Ball Run Race, however, you stood away from any competitive racing. You and Diego haven't conversed since your father's funeral, he has been making even more of a reputation for himself as a Genius Jockey.

The day had finally arrived, September 25, 1890, in San Diego, California, where the legendary Steel Ball Run race was set to commence at 10 a.m. Racers and spectators had gathered from far and wide to experience the start of a historical event.

You walked up to the registration booth, your trusted companion, Lady Luck, by your side. You had traveled all the way from England for this moment, your father's legacy and your own dreams driving you forward. With a determined expression, you placed the required money, $1800, on the countertop and slid it toward the cashier.

The man behind the counter hesitated, eyeing you skeptically. He seemed reluctant to accept your money and register you for the race. You furrowed your brows, a hint of frustration in your voice. "What's the problem?"

The cashier looked around cautiously before leaning in to speak with you. "This race, Miss, it's unlike any other. It may take 60 to 80 days to complete, and it goes through uncharted territories. Competitors may face not only the harsh elements but also wildlife. It's a dangerous event, one that a woman shouldn't even consider joining."

Your face darkened with offense at the implication. You leaned in closer to the cashier and asserted, "Stephen Steel, the holder of this race, made it clear that gender isn't a question here. Anyone with the courage and skill can join."

The cashier glanced around, his voice lowering as he responded, "Miss, please, take a look around. You're the only woman signing up. It's a tough race out there."

Your expression remained sour as you just wanted to get registered. You pointed to Lady Luck, who was standing patiently beside you. "My horse is right here, ready to get her noseprint. Now, are you going to register us or not?"

As the cashier was about to respond, a presence leaned against the counter beside you. It was Diego Brando, his presence commanding attention. He turned to the cashier, his voice calm but with an edge of authority.

"Excuse me, sir," Diego began, "are you aware of Louis L/N, the legend of English horse racing?"

The cashier blinked in surprise but nodded. "Hello, Mr. Brando. Of course I've heard of him."

Diego raised an eyebrow, "Then it's quite rude that you didn't recognize his daughter when she's standing right here."

The cashier looked at you, finally realizing who you were. He stammered out an apology. "I didn't... I didn't realize, miss. My apologies."

Diego's gaze remained firm as he continued, "Clearly, Miss L/N has had plenty of time to think over this decision while traveling here from England. You shouldn't question her motives or her abilities. Just register her."

Diego slid the money even closer to the cashier, who quickly nodded and started the registration process. He handed you the contract to sign and took Lady Luck's noseprint. Finally, he presented you with your player identification card.

You accepted it with a sour expression, shooting a glance at Diego. You couldn't help but feel irritated that he had stepped in, even if it was to help you. As you walked away from the registration booth, you spoke up. "I didn't need your help, Diego. I could've handled that on my own."

Diego fell into step beside you, his tone unapologetic. "If I hadn't intervened, that man might never have registered you."

You rolled your eyes, clearly not accepting his explanation. The tension between you two had appeared, "You haven't talked to me in months, don't start now."