"Touch my sister again and you'll be sorry."
The words repeated in your head as Lewis dragged you from the balcony, firmly placing you on a velvet bench of the booming Monaco night club.
"Stay right here, I'm getting our coats!" His words weren't making it through as you struggled to block out the noise of the music and the laughter. Your brother took it well, you supposed. It could have been a lot worse. He could have...
At that moment you saw Toto dragging Lewis towards you, while he covered his already bruising eye. Vision clearing, you looked in the direction he had come from (the men's locker room) as an aggravated Kimi pulled Sebastian out of the main doors, with a large purple mark spreading along Seb's jaw.
...he could have hit him, you finished your thought.
"Go home, both of you. The night's practically over now anyway. Just go back to your hotel!" The loud booming voice was having trouble getting through to you too, but before you knew it Lewis had pulled you in to a taxi and you'd stumbled to your adjoining hotel rooms.
Sitting on the bed you tried to recount the night in your mind. Lewis had won the Monaco Grand Prix. You were so proud. The boat party. The champagne. That conversation with Sebastian. More champagne. The club. The balcony. That kiss. You fell back into the bed as the whole situation swam before you in a mirage of snapshots, all ending with the look Lewis had given you before shutting his hotel door. How could you have kissed his championship rival? The one guy he'd always told you to steer clear of? However if you were honest with yourself, the problem started long before Monaco...
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Adrenaline (Sebastian Vettel)
FanfictionAs Lewis's sister there was one thing you absolutely should not be doing. But as you stared into those blue eyes, how could this not be exactly where you were meant to be?
