The Proposal | a sebastian vettel fanfiction |

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It was impossible.

Could he have crashed in any other race?

He growled against the helmet. Why was the universe playing it so bitchy with him? Especially then, with that she-devil waiting to wave him the finger in the garage.

He shivered. He could already think of her sharpening her talons and bringing up her best pair of knives. Seb knew she was already thinking about medieval tortures and was contacting whatever pimp she knew to eliminate him.

Call it a gut feeling, but when he saw her in the paddock trying to avoid the reporters, he turned and ran the other way, however, he didn't fail to see the death glare she threw him as he moved away.

He drove to the hotel looking over his shoulder in case she was pursuing him.

He didn't care to know if she was after him on foot, or with a car, or a camel, hell he didn't even care if she was pursuing him in spaceship with Darth Vader as the copilot.

He just wanted to go to his mum alive. He just wanted to go the furthest possible for her.

The deadliest, most creepy, lethal person he knew. Seb didn't even give a shit who would hide him from Alyona. Kimi, Charles, Daniel, or for fuck's sake Lewis.

Rest assured, even Lewis knew of her reputation. Once he had patted Seb on the shoulder, lips pressed tightly as he had said a silent apology when he looked at Alyona fumming in the side of the garage.

Seb parked the car and went into the hotel, rushing to the elevator. This was getting out of hand.

He huffed as the elevator stopped and he went to his door, unlocking it and entering. He sighed in relief and relaxed, taking deep breaths.

"Thought you can escape me?"

He turned quickly around, his blood had frozen in his veins. How in all hell was she there?

"Cat got your tongue?"

He shook himself out of the shock. "How did you get here?"

"Helicopter. And a well placed acquittance."

"Maybe you'd like to leave me alone to get my shit together."

"Get your shit together? Honestly, you're frustrating me. I only need one win. Give me one win and I'll sign the papers for your stay in Ferrari."

"Why the fuck do you care, last I checked you're still rich."

"It's not me, you fucker. It's my father's dream. If you don't give a fucking thing about the team give about a man who's life had been sacrificed for a dream. You think I care about those motherfuckers in your pitiful team? I don't. Don't give a damn fuck."

"Then let me do my job?"

She planted her feet in the floor with a loud thump as she stood in the room. "Which is what? Crashing around and making a shit out of my car?"

"It's not just you that has been ridiculed. It's me too, you demented bitch."

"You found your gut strength, asshole." She walked fast and cornered him against the wall. "How about you show that fucking attitude on track and not to me? Don't you go win my fucking title instead of playing the victim?"

He stood his ground well as he looked at her from that close a distance between them."I could win a title if your team had a better strategy."

"Who crashed on that wall, Seb?"

"I did and I'm not denying it. But you have to acknowledge that it's not always my fault."

"Oh, you want me to support you." She chuckled as she took a step closer, pressing her body tightly against his. "You want me to openly declare it a team error and support you?"