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rhiannon paris webber seeks revenge
on red bull and their
golden boy...
OR
max verstappen realizes
a five foot siren eyed
icy sharp tongued a...
alright loves, updates might be slow for a bit, i'll post everything i have drafted in all of my books but i'm sick, i've had a flare up again and im on immuno suppresent medication that is making me face fatigue like never before, so if i get too tired i wont be able to write. however i do have quite a bit written in allue, in the on shot book and in this one, guilty as sin and afterglow might not see updates for a bit. editing this chapter took wayyyyy longer than i thought and there still might be mistakes because i've been editing in a fever haze lol. but i was excited for you guys to read this one.
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The roar of the crowd was almost drowned out by the thundering sound of engines as Rhiannon sat on the grid, her hands steady on the steering wheel of her Red Bull RB20. She had given it her all to secure pole position, and now, with the Bahrain Grand Prix lights about to go out, every part of her was tuned to the race ahead. This was her moment. Her chance to start the season strong, to prove that she was here for more than just filling a seat next to Max. And there he was, right behind her on the grid in P2. They had kept their distance from each other all weekend, only communicating for team videos and briefings. But she didn't have time to dwell on that now. Today was about winning.
"Alright, Rhiannon," Birdie's voice came through her radio, calm and composed. "Engine modes are set. Just focus on the start, stay composed. You've got this."
Rhiannon took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as the lights began to count down. Her heart pounded, but her focus sharpened, her world narrowing to the stretch of track in front of her. She had a job to do, and nothing else mattered.
The lights went out.
She reacted instantly, her foot hitting the accelerator with just the right amount of pressure. The car launched forward, the rear tires gripping perfectly as she flew off the line. Max was right behind her, close but not close enough. The clean start gave her the edge she needed, allowing her to pull away ever so slightly as they hurtled into Turn 1. The RB20 was responsive, balanced, everything they'd worked for in pre-season testing paying off in this critical moment. She could feel the power of the machine beneath her, each shift smooth, each turn precise.
"Brilliant start, Rhiannon," Birdie said, a hint of excitement in her usually steady tone. "Max is about seven-tenths behind."
She was already calculating the upcoming corners, every braking point, every millisecond she could shave off. Max was close, but she wasn't going to give him any chance to slipstream her. She adjusted her line, leaning into the car's grip, feeling it respond.
