Pole position // Charles Leclerc

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Mias POV:
'Pull him out now.' I ordered.

Xavi looked at me like I was joking, a tinge of humour laced on his face. I grabbed the microphone on my headphones and went to pull it down, but he covered it before I could speak.

'He's in pole position. I am not going to pull him from this race.' He said sternly.

'You saw him tampering with his car earlier and fucking let him drive it? Call him in now.' I snapped.

'I'm not doing it.'

I slammed my headphones down on the table and left the garage, running to the Mclaren garage and grabbing a pair of their headphones.

'What's going on?' Zak frowned.

'Get in contact with Charles. Tell him to retire.' I said, out of breath.

'Mia.'

'They caught Jehan messing with his car before the race and they still let him drive.' I explained.

'There's no way for us to get in touch with Charles directly. We can contact Ferrari?' He asked.

'They have refused.' I huffed, pulling the microphone down to speak to my brother.

'You need to fuck up Charles's car.' I said, not even letting him know I was on the other end.

'Pardon?'

'Hit him I don't care what you do. Get him out of this race.' I begged.

'Mia. You don't know what he put on it. You don't want to cause an explosion.' Zak said, hand on my shoulder.

'So what the fuck do I do?' I asked, panicked.

'Get back in that garage, make sure Xavi doesn't see you. Speak to him.' Zak responded, speaking low so his voice wasn't caught on any radio channels.

I headed back out to the Ferrari garage, Jehan being bundled into the back of a police car as I did. He saw me and began to grin.

'I've always wanted to drive for Ferrari. Maybe I'll be able to one day.' He called.

'What did you do to his car?' I asked.

'Nothing. But funnily enough I noticed his breaks weren't working.' He shrugged.

His breaks. I turned back towards Mclaren, having to be so careful because my every word was being broadcast everywhere right now. And it currently looked like I wanted to kill my fiancé.

'Lando. Danny. Can you both hear me?' I asked over the headphones.

'Loud and clear.'

'Lando, you're p2, Danny, you're p4. I need you to get up to p3 and then I need your help.' I began.

'Give me a few and I'll have DRS on him.' My brother said, catching up to Lewis.

'Where the fuck is Max by the way?' I questioned, realising he was normally leading and I'd not seen him.

'Crashed at turn 1, god where have you been?' Lando asked.

'Sorry I've been busy.' I mumbled.

We sat in silence  for about 5 minutes, as I waited for my brother to catch up to Lando. I didn't want to take Charles out of this race but it was only a matter of time before he needed his breaks and didn't have them. I knew what he was like, hedve already noticed something was going on.

'Lando. I need you to steer Charles into a wall, side on.' I explained.

'What the fuck are you on about Mia?' He asked.