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"I am not going to get beaten by him ever again this season."
The dutch looks at his dad do a mock, but he smirks with his eyes, blue, they reflect on Max's. He feels repulsed before he reminds himself he shouldn't be, he does. He gets out, he doesn't want to hear whatever his father has to say back, he prefers him to think he is still burning in anger.
How is it that he keeps ruining this shit? This is why they call him the mad one, the destroyer, it happens everytime, Daniel, Pierre, Alex, fuck even Carlos if they hadn't part ways so soon.
Unstoppable Max, can't even keep a teammate. Can't keep a lover.
Sergio is smiling as he enters to the elevator with his manager, until he sees Max standing there, his jaw tenses.
He waits until Luis gets down on his floor with a small wave, clearly aware that he has to get down fast.
"Are you happy for me?" Sergio asks serious, his brown eyes peering Max, the warm light making them appear darker.
Max tenses, doesn't answear, doesn’t look back. He could lie, mumble anything. But there is this something on his throat that restricts him, that inherent feeling of superiority that has been etched with fire on his skin.
It has becomed an ugly mark that anyone can see, one that his teammate can see, one that his lover has to bear with.
Sergio doesn't look dissapointed, he has known this, this is the thing that destroyed them. The older driver looks rather challenged, he huffs, probably turning off the soft emotions he might have of Max. Sergio thinks he can beat him. His eyes, much more suited to this warmer light, glow with a bit of fire of challenge for a second before the elevator opens on his floor, he walks away into the cold light of the hallway without giving Max a second glance.