Nemesism [Max Verstappen]

[30] broken noses make kissing harder

Hey guys!

Finally managed to restore/rewrite the 2000 words Wattpad deleted and add another 2500y so longer chapters ahead.

Also ITS CHAPTER 30??? Thank all of you for sticking around. We're nowhere near the end, but I hope that okay for you :)

Also TW's are: physical assault

Enjoy!

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Lucy's diary

Only Jos Verstappen could make me want to give up my peaceful ethics and become a professional boxer instead.

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A sharp pain surged through Max's jaw, right where is father had hit him. The impact was hard enough to send him stumbling, moaning as he pressed a hand against the throbbing left side of his face.

Through half open eyes he watched his father shake his fist, a sense of satisfaction curling the younger Verstappens lips into a hint of a smile. At least it had hurt Jos too. The motion didn't go unnoticed.

»What the fuck? Do you think this is fucking funny?« Jos howled. In heavy steps he caught up to his son, his fist raised to serve the next punch. »You fucking disappointment-«

Max pressed his eyes shut, preparing for the next hit. Even if his limbs would listen to him and run, he knew it would only be a delay. His father would catch up and continue beating him until he was happy. So why even try?

But the pain never came. All the Dutchman could hear was an empty thud and his father yelping in surprise. Quickly Max opened his eyes again, realizing what had happened right away.

Cowering on the floor in front of him was Lucy, covering the lower half of her face with her hands. She tried to hold back the pain she must've been feeling, but her eyes betrayed her. And the blood leaking from her hands and down her chin.

Max had totally forgotten about her. Jos didn't even seemed to have noticed her, judging by the shocked look on his face. His eyes were wide and he was smart enough to back off, knowing he'd fucked up.

Beating his son? Sure, that's something he could get away with. He had for years. But a reporter?

Forgetting all about the third person in the room, Max feel to his knees. His rigidity gone. He grabbed Lucy's shoulders with a bit too much force, but he wasn't fully able to control his shaky limbs. A bit more gentle he turned her around, worried eyes tracing every inch of her face.

»Are you okay? Lucy-« His voice broke off, but his grip got stronger.

He needed an answer. He needed to hear that she was okay out of her own mouth. His heart was racing so fast it was almost painful. The stinging in his jaw had become nothing more than a dull buzz.

»Yes, yes, I'm okay!« Lucy's voice was muffled as she refused to pull her hand off her face even when Max was tugging on her sleeve.

As she spoke some blood from her nose trickled into her mouth. She coughed it back up, pulling a face at the pain shooting through her face. Max's eyes did not leave her face, but unlike him, she hadn't forgotten about Jos, who was still standing behind her.