Royal Speed | Leclerc & Verstappen

67 | healing

-/- Italy 2022 - race day -/-

But before I could feel his lips on mine, a loud voice interrupted the moment.

"Are you for real?!" the Dutchman shouted, storming over to us and pulling Carlos away from me.

"Man what the fuck!" the Spaniard returned and pushed Max away from him.

Meanwhile I was standing there, completely overwhelmed by the thing that had nearly happened the scene that was currently right in front of me.

"What the fuck where you doing?! Don't you ever again dare touching my boyfriend!" Max shouted at Carlos, who only laughed and cursed something in Spanish.

"Why? You fuck around with your ex so I thought I'll take good care of him while you're busy." he laughed, which only let me realized even more that none of this was serious for him.

"Yeah well I got that from your message, did you really think I don't care when you sent me such a picture with such a text?!" the Dutchman yelled.

"W... What picture?" I stuttered, immediately getting the attention of both men.

While Carlos sighed and only rolled his eyes, Max took his phone out and showed me the most recent chat of him and Carlos. In it was the picture of me in Carlos's drivers room with his helmet on, but even weirder was the text below it.

Guess he's my biggest fan now.
He looks hot in it, doesn't he?
Can't wait to rip his suit of him.
He would look great in my bed.

My eyes widened and I looked at the Spaniard in horror, not able to say a word though.

"Come on carino, you would have liked it too, don't look at me like that." Carlos said and even wanted to lay his hand on my shoulder, but Max was quicker and pushed it away.

"Fuck off mate, he's mine!"

Mine. Boyfriend. Hearing these words from Max somehow healed my heart, it made me see hope again, even though I never really lost it, but still it was good hearing it from him. Some would now probably say that I belonged to nobody, that I was a free human, but I liked the idea, belonging to Max, that I was his, his prince.

"You sure you wanna be with someone who fucks his ex behind your back?" Carlos then said towards me, not wasting a single look on Max, "I will never treat you like that."

"Mate what the fu" the Dutchman started again, but Carlos quickly interrupted him.

"I would quit racing for you immediately, no question." the Spaniard said, knowing exactly which topic and words where needed here to make the situation even harder.

"I would also do that." Max added quickly, sounding a bit desperate, like he was scared I would go with Carlos after his words.

"I never want anyone to stop racing because of me, but hell, I can't change the rules and how the royalty is, fuck I wish I could, but I can't." I blurred out, breaking down in tears while slowly sinking down against the wall of the hospitality.

While Max was for a moment too overwhelmed by my words, Carlos was immediately there, kneeling down next to me. In the corner of my eye I saw Max looking at it, scared of what I would do, scared that I would really replace him with the Spaniard.

But god, I could never.

"Carlos, please go." I croaked out, surprising the Spaniard with it.

"You want me to go?" he asked and as I nodded my head he even got a bit angry, "You want me to go?! While this fucking bastard cheats on you with his ex?! I was there for you, I would give everything for you, but apparently you're just a little rich kid that only goes for the best. But watch out, this season is gonna be different, but don't come after me after I destroyed you little Verstappen over here."