I'll Be There • Max Verstappen

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As they approached the mansion, the first thing (Y/n) noticed was the large golden gates with two large lion statues seeming to guard it, as they neared the main entrance (Y/n) also noticed the large fountain surrounded by a small garden, obviously for decorative purposes, (Y/n) also heard the sound of small rocks being crunched by the wheels of his sports car, those tiny decorative rocks which for some reason people found pleasing, but (Y/n) absolutely hated them, why would anyone want that, especially in front of the house, you couldn't even take a peaceful walk without needing to put on a pair of proper shoes, if she wasn't aware of the situation she was in, she would have commented on it, but instead she kept quiet.

Max parks his car near the main entrance, cutting the engine and pulling the key from the ignition, he glances at (Y/n) and saw her staring at her hands that were on her lap, he climbs out the car and made his way around to the passenger's side and opens the door for her, she could hear the crunching sound from the rocks underneath his shoes as he moved, she stares up at him before slowly stepping out the car, the place was large with cream coloured walls, it wasn't anything that she expected it to be, surprisingly, it was pleasing to look at, apart from the rocks scattered on the ground.

"Welcome to my house," Max says while closing the door to the sports car, he couldn't exactly call it home, so instead, he called it a house, although it was anything but the size of a house, a home should have a warm feeling, something the mansion didn't have, a home should feel welcoming, which most of the time, the mansion didn't feel very welcoming, he guides her to the front door and allows her to enter first, she lets out a relieved sigh after hearing and feeling unpleasantness from the rocks outside, Max looks at her for a moment as he closed the front door. "This way." He guides her down a long hallway, the walls were once again a light colour instead of a dark colour she had been expecting, as they neared his office, she could hear chatter coming from a room, she didn't understand the language, but she was certain that it was French, Max pushes the door open, revealing the three men from the restaurant, Albon, Galsy and Kvyat, talking or more discussing something, corner clear on their faces.

"I'm here," Max states as he stared at them. "I'll be in my office, don't disturb us unless it's important." Gasly wanted to say something, only for Albon to stop him, muttering something to him, Max closed the door and continued leading (Y/n) to his office, dark wood, black leather couches, a large wooden desk as well as bookshelves decorated his office, (Y/n) had no doubt that the bookshelves were just there for show, to hide weapons or even a secret room, she was certain about it when she had spotted the scraped on the floor near them.

Fear, that was the only thing (Y/n) could feel as she sits on one of the black leathered couches in the spacious office, Max sat on the opposite couch across from her, he had just finished explaining what he was and what he does for a living, even giving her the names of each business and building he owned, everything slowly sinks in, but she refused to show it, she didn't want him to see how scared she was, but she was sure he could see it, possibly even sense it.

"Do you have any questions?" Max asks in a soft sincere tone, (Y/n) shakes her head, unsure what she could ask and which questions could get into a lot more trouble or worse, her gaze falls onto the floor, finding it more interesting than the shelf behind Max. "(Y/n), I would never hurt you." He sounded so convincing, but how could she believe him? "If I wanted to bring any harm to you, I would have done so a long time ago." He stood from his seat causing (Y/n) to shiver with fear in her seat, Max quickly picked up on it. "(Y/n)..." Hurt evident in his voice, but before he could continue, somebody knocked on the large wooden doors, interrupting him, (Y/n)'s eyes wide as she looks up from the ground, her eyes displaying the fear she felt. "I told them not to disturb us." Max strides towards the door and pulls it open, glaring at whoever stood on the other side of it. "If I remember correctly, I said don't disturb us."

"And I am deeply sorry to disturb, Sir, but we thought this could be important," Pierre says before hosing something to Max on a tablet, causing him to snatch the device from Pierre's hand as anger bubbles inside him, a picture of (Y/n) was attached in an email. "She is in danger, and so are we." Pierre tried to say it as quietly as possible, but failed, (Y/n) had heard him. "Butler's hang knows about her, and they are threatening her if you do not meet the demands they ask for."

"How did they find out?" Max questions, how had he not noticed? How did nobody notice that butler had been following them?

"We're not sure yet, but we believe he had seen her with you at some point, we just don't know where," Pierre explains, (Y/n) licks her lips, her heart pounding in her ears, but she needed to ask.

"Wh—Who's Butler?" (Y/n) asks, her voice faltering for a second, Max turns to face her and saw her standing from the couch, nervously fiddling with her fingers, he quickly learned that she did that when she was nervous.

"A nobody." Max states. "Nothing but a piece of scum." His voice hard and cold, causing her to take a small step back, afraid. "You shouldn't worry yourself over this lowlife, he's a nobody." His gentler this time around, he looks back at Pierre. "Thank you, Pierre, we will have a meeting later, let everyone know." Pierre nods his head and glanced at (Y/n) before leaving the office, Max closes his door as he turns the tablets off, how was he going to explain to (Y/n) that her life was in danger, and he couldn't, no he wouldn't let her eave tonight.

"He said, she's in danger." (Y/n)'s soft voice says from behind Max, she already knew what was coming. "Am I in danger?" Max turns around to face her a takes a step towards her but quickly halts when he saw her tense.

"I won't let anything happen to you, (Y/n)," Max says. "I won't let that piece of scum come near you." (Y/n) slowly nods her head, her eyes looking everywhere but at him, her eyes finally fall back to the floor, a sigh leaving her lips.

"I can't go home tonight, am I right?" (Y/n) asks, already knowing the answer to her question, but she had to ask.

"I would rather you don't," Max says. "Not with somebody from my world knowing about your existence." But what he said next surprised her, she was sure that he wasn't going to let her go home. "But I am a man of my word if you wish to go..." He trails off, he didn't want her to leave. "I won't stop you." He would rather have her stay there, where he knew she would be safe, (Y/n)'s mind swirled with thoughts, what could be waiting for her at her apartment? Would she even make it back to her apartment? As much as she wanted to leave, she didn't want to die, she preferred living.

"I uh..." (Y/n) begins, only to stop and clear her throat, Max was right, he's never hurt her before, why would he now? She needed to think about her safety for a second, so when the words left her mouth, Max couldn't believe it. "Can I uh, stay here?" Her voice barely above a whisper, she was still scared of the man standing a few feet away from her, but he might just be her safest option, the safest option. "Just until you've caught this Butler person."

"Yes, of course," Max says. "I'd rather have you stay here, knowing that you're safe rather than let you stay on your own." A glint of hope in his eyes, perhaps if they could spend some more time together she might see that he is still the same person before she knew the truth. "I'll have Russell prepare the guest bedroom for you."