I'll Be There • Max Verstappen

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(Y/n) stared at the man in front of her with wide eyes, her entire body frozen in place as the man in front of her holding a sinister smirk on his lips, her eyes darted to the weapon in his hand as he took a step closer, the combat knife in his hand caused her to shake with fear, she looks up at his face, noticing his steady approach.

"This is where he's been hiding you then," Butler says. "I can't believe he'd keep you all locked up in this room." Her eyes dart to the door behind him. "Don't even think about it." Her eyes dart back to him, he lifts the knife into proper view. "Be a good little bitch and come here." He extends his other hand out for her to take, she takes a step forward, pushing her feet firmly into the ground as she pushes herself away from him, aiming for the broken door. "Oh no, you don't!" His hand latches onto her hair, pulling her back forcefully.

"AH!" (Y/n) screams, reaching behind her for his hand, he pulls her against his chest and wraps his arm around her neck in a sleeper hold, her hands grip his arm, her nails digging into his skin as she weakly tries to pry his arms away, he brought the knife against her hand.

"Move one more time you little bitch and I swear I will end your life right here, right now," Butler growls in her ears, she shivers as tears form in her eyes. "And that's not what I want to do, not right now." The grip around her neck felt like it was tightening, he stood upright, lifting her from the floor, she kicks her feet around as she struggles, trying to gasp for air. "Let's go find Maxie." Her lungs screamed for air as he cried her out the room, Butler abruptly releases her as someone slams their handgun into his spine, she hits the floor, landing on her knees, she looks over her shoulder as her hand reaches for her neck, gasping for air.

"Go." Chelsea demands, (Y/n) didn't need to be told twice, she made it to her feet and ran down the hallway, not daring to look back, she rounds a corner, stopping when she stared down the barrel of a gun.

"You," Tatiana says as she lowers her weapon. "Megan, Irina, take her to the hiding spot." Megan and Irina, the two youngest in the training group, nod and lowered their weapons. "Come find me once she's there." Tatiana moves past (Y/n) and continues down the hall, Megan and Irina hide their weapons.

"Come, Max won't be too happy about that wound," Megan says as she spots blood seeping from (Y/n)'s hand, (Y/n) lifts her hand, noticing the cut on her hand, it faintly throbbed and stung from the cut. "Come on, you don't want anyone from Butler's idiot's to get you again." (Y/n) looks between Megan and Irina before following them, they lead her down the hallway, rounding corners before pushing a door open and ushering her inside her. "One of us will come get you, if not Max himself." The door closes and locks, (Y/n) looks around the room before shuffling across to a corner, she slips underneath a large table, and pulls her knees to her chest, she couldn't care less about the wound on her hand, she just wanted to be safe right now, wanted to get out of the situation alive.

Tears streamed down her cheek as she silently sobbed underneath the large wooden table, she was pressed up against a wall, her arms hugging her knees close to her chest, the sound of yelling and gunfire still present outside the room Megan and Irina had led her to and locked her inside, she most likely should have thought for a moment if she could trust them, but after the brief encounter with Butler, she couldn't think straight, and just wanted to get away.

Now, sitting underneath the table, fear running through her veins, she started thinking, Max has never in the past few weeks given her a reason to be scared of him, never given her a reason to fear him, but the man tied to the chair and Max holding a knife kept flashing through her mind, he may not have ever given her a reason to be scared of him, to fear him, but he was dangerous, he was violent, and if the stories she has heard about were true, he was a cold man.

But the truth in everything, she side she has seen of him before the truth came out, has been nothing but gentlemen like, nothing but sweet, and the encounter with Butler has only proven to her, that Max... Max was the better man, the person she felt the safest with, even in this underground world of gangs and mafias.

Perhaps it was her feelings getting in the way to think clearly, or maybe she realized he wasn't such a bad person, but either way, she decided, he may not be the safest person in the world, but at least she was certain about one thing, he would never hurt her.

It became calm outside the room, the shouts became quiet and the gunfire ceased, which left the question in (Y/n)'s mind, who was coming towards the room to retrieve her?