27.May – Qualifying day

Charles and I walked back to his apartment together, and the second I stepped in memories of the night before flooded into my mind. I stopped in the middle of the hallway and stared at the piano. If I could rewind the tape, maybe I would never have separated from Charles, I would have left myself at his mercy... But I cared too much about him to risk both of our careers just for feelings. We hadn't discussed anything about last night, actually acted as if nothing had happened, but nothing was the same as before. After that night, everything has changed.

We both wished each other "Good night" and went back to our rooms, but I already knew that another sleepless night was ahead for me.

#

The sun was not yet up when I left my room with my laptop bag and fully equipped for the Qualifying day. I couldn't help myself and stopped by Charles' bedroom. Then opened the door and tiptoed inside. He was still asleep – laying on his back, naked to the waist, in a jumble of blankets and pillows. It looked like he had fought giants before, and the battle had completely exhausted him. Apparently, he didn't have a very good night's sleep either when it was so messy around him.

I moved closer and knelt beside his bed. His angelic pale face looked calm, soft lips curled into a slight smile, and his enviably long eyelashes fluttered like ears of wheat in a light breeze. I extended my hand and gently caressed his cheek. He moved slightly but didn't open his eyes. Around his neck hung the lucky horn of white gold and I started playing with it for a little.

I sighed and smiled sadly. He was so beautiful, irresistibly beautiful, and those pink seductive lips... Once I felt them, I couldn't help but want them again and again. And of course, I couldn't resist. I leaned down and placed a small, quick kiss on them.

- Good luck today, Lord Perceval! - I whispered and hurried to leave his room before he woke up and realized what I did.

#

I was sitting on a bench by the harbor while I was waiting for the paddock to open, scribbling in my notebook a drawing of the Monaco circuit. It was one of the most treacherous routes - uneven and narrow. To win, only one thing was needed - well-developed instincts. Overtaking could hardly be done here, the strategy had to be rather a crossing one and betting on the right moment to enter the pits to change tires or hope for a Safety car. That's why today's Qualifying was so important for us... For me. We needed a pole position or at least front row. The tension in me was building with each passing second and my heart was beating fast, I was short of breath. And that was a constant state after that night in Charles' apartment.

Suddenly I heard footsteps behind me and turned around. At first, I was shocked to see who was approaching.

- Oh, I can't believe it! - I shouted and laughed.

- Jet Pal! - answered Max in the same tone and spread his arms for a hug. - What are you doing here?

- No, what are you doing here? - I asked him and came closer to hug him, but I saw how sweaty his T-shirt was and in fact his whole body. - Ah... let's skip the hug, huh?

- Yes, I had a little workout and I'm sweaty - laughed the driver embarrassed.

- Are you working out? - I was surprised. - I thought that Red Bull bet more on catering than on training.

- Yeah... on the catering... - Verstappen laughed meaningfully and looked in the other direction.

We all knew about their tricks and the budget cap scandal last year. I could see his insecurity perfectly well when we started this thread but decided not to pursue it.

- The paddock is opening soon, I'll let you go - I said and bent down to collect my things.

- You didn't told me ware you doing here alone, jet pal? - he said emphasizing on the word alone and I froze in place. Did he know something more?

- I... um... Strategizing - I answered and smiled shyly.

- Do you want me to help you? - Max suggested with an innocent smile, placing his hands on his waist.

I gave him a quick bloodshot look and pursed my lips angrily.

- Just kidding, sweetie, but you know you can always look for me - he came closer to me and lowered his tone - And talk about more than just work...

He winked at me playfully. I guess he knew something, since he was dropping all those hints. Or so I imagined. But I smiled and nodded in agreement. Max and I developed a strange relationship, contrary to expectations that he was our team's mean opponent, and the media tried to build him up as a bad, aggressive, bastard who only wanted to win and didn't care about anything else.

Because of the sweat, I didn't hug him goodbye, but I gave him a friendly pat on the shoulder, and we parted, each on his own way.

#

Later, when I was already in the paddock watching our cars being prepared, I noticed Charles arriving on his bike, wearing his red trousers and white T-shirt. Today we accidentally matched our outfits because I was also in red pants and his merch shirt. And of course, after greeting absolutely every person who crossed his path, he turned to me. Again, my heart quickened its rhythm, and my breathing stopped for seconds. With an elegant sideways movement, he stopped his bike next to me and got off, looking at me over head to toe.

- Wanted effect or just a coincidence - he asked, pointing to our clothes.

- Just a coincidence - I blurted out, biting my lip nervously.

Charles revealed his dimples and his eyes twinkled playfully.

- You were looking at me this morning, weren't you? - he asked quietly and approached me, blocking my way to the garage with his bike. Oh, how he loved to squeeze me like that!

- I just checked to see if you were still asleep - I replied and looked down at the laptop that I had placed on the tower of tires next to me.

- Is that all, darling? - Leclerc whispered in my ear with his growling voice. - Or do you just like watching me half-naked when you know I can't see you?

I tried to ignore his words and read the analysis from the on-board computer.

- Oh, come on darling you can't lie to me - he continued, and his hands found themselves on either side of mine, his body extremely closer to mine. - You think I didn't smell your lovely perfume in the morning and the scent of cherry lip balm? I just let you see what you'd do, darling.

Shivers ran through my body, and I swallowed hard. I'm not surprised he found out about my visit - I was careless enough to leave some of my makeup on him after all.

- Your car is ready - I said sternly, closing my computer.

I turned to him as much as the proximity of his body to mine would allow. I knew everyone was watching us and enjoying our show, but he didn't seem to care. My eyes fixed on his lips. Why was he so irresistible?

- You ignored my question, darling - the Monegasque smirked and lifted my chin slightly to force me to make eye contact.

My whole body shivered at his touch. If I wasn't at work, I would ignore all Vasseur's prohibitions. Indeed. I would.

- I'm not ignoring anything... I just have priorities to think about - I replied with a trembling voice. - And if you don't move away, the tabloids will be full of our photos in an hour.

I managed to push him off me and walked around him, looking around to make sure. Fortunately, the reporters hadn't woken up yet and missed a story about an article that would garner a lot of clicks.

- Good luck with the strategy, darling! - Charles shouted after me.

- Be careful not to screw me up, Leclerc! - I answered him with a mischievous smile and headed towards the bottom of his garage.

#

It was time for FP3. The temperature on the track reached 44 degrees and the air temperature was 26. I had already taken my position next to the wall and was looking at the analysis on my laptop while wiping the sweat from my forehead with a tissue. Something was wrong - the tires degradation was more than expected, despite the changes we made to the floor of the car and the new set – ups. But it was still a mystery to me how when we supposedly made improvements to our car, we were getting the opposite result. I was extremely worried. I had a bad feeling that the day wasn't going to go well, but I didn't know if it was because I was putting too much pressure on myself in the hope that everything would finish properly and I'd see a happy Charles in a Pole position in a few hours, or because something really was going to happen, as it always did when I felt that way.

I chose to start the practice of soft tires so that we could gather some information about their work and when my colleagues from the "team by the wall" joined me - I shared my views.

The clock counted down the last seconds before the start of the training session. Our drivers had already taken their seats in the cockpit and were just waiting for my permission to leave the boxes.

- Guys, we have enough time to go out on the track - I turned on my microphone. -Suggest that we wait a bit to see how the Bulls do, so that we can make clean fast laps after them, with minimal risk of collision. I also want to try fast laps in traffic, which is how the race is supposed to go.

- I think it's a good decision - replied Charles.

- Agree, Lissie - Sainz confirmed.

I nodded in agreement, not that they could see me right now. I stared at the screens and waited to see Max and Checo's results. This year Verstappen was at an extremely good level and to be honest, I was secretly following him and his results, and I knew that Leclerc was always trying to catch up and pass him, so I decided to use him as our pacemaker.

47 minutes before the end of practice, I ordered our drivers to go out for a preparation lap. Shortly after, Charles started a fast lap and registered a P3 result. And Sainz P2.

- Good result, Charlie - I congratulated him. - I want you to warm up the tires a little more, so do another slow lap and go straight into fast.

- Copy.

On the second fast lap, Charles was on P2, but immediately after the end of his lap he called to ask us if he had touched the wall at turn 14. It was extremely frustrating not being able to see the cars like in the other races to make sure everything was OK, but only having to go by the information we were getting from the computers in the cars. But the info was completely normal.

- Charles, come back to the pit so we can examine you - I said into the microphone.

But in my quest to track down Charles, I lost track of what was going on with Sainz. That's why I called him to the box too - in order to have time and collect my thoughts.

The two drivers left the pits again 36 minutes before the end of the FP3 when Sainz did his first fast lap under my supervision. Whether he knew I was following him or not, I have no idea, but Carlos made a mistake and lost contact on the front left tire going through the hairpin due to the high curb. He scored a P4 anyway and thankfully there was nothing broken on the floor of the car.

The scores so far were P4 Carlos and P6 for Charles, but that was okay as we found ourselves with 31 minutes to go. I warned them to keep looking for the optimal operating temperature of the tires until I told them to enter new fast laps.

30 minutes before the end Sainz and Leclerc started their fast laps and took P2 and P4 respectively. I noticed that the Monegasque results were weaker than other times and that started to worry me.

- Charlie, is there a problem? - I asked him on the radio.

- There's a bottoming around the bend before the S curve of the pool - he answered immediately. - Can we see what's going on? We probably need to change the settings in the car...

- Change settings during practice? - I exclaimed. - They should have been ready before that... I looked over and...

- I don't know, Lissa, do something... There's a lot of bottoming and it's getting harder for me!

I looked at Mekies sitting next to me and growled.

- I want Leclerc and Sainz in box - I announced on the radio. - IMMEDIATELY!

And the nervous tension in me began to slowly rise. I don't know how much longer I could keep calm. I got up from my seat and peered over the railing to see what was going on.

With 22 minutes left in FP3 the positions were P3 for Sainz and P4 for Leclerc. And I wasn't getting any feedback from the teams down there working on our cars.

- Mekies, if this shit continues, someone will really get hurt - I turned to the deputy team principal. - Please keep me from going downstairs to the garage.

- Please keep your cool - Mekies whispered to me. - They'll be fine without your supervision for a weekend.

- It doesn't look like that! - I shook my head and nervously tapped my foot. - Trust me, I'm about to go and intervene.

- Bernardi, the cameras! - Vasseur shouted. - Sit down now!

I ignored his order. This man was so disgusting to me that even if he gave me a compliment, I would probably throw up.

17 minutes before the end of practice, we finally received information that the cars were in good condition and our drivers left the pits. After their fast laps the results were P4 for Carlos, P6 for Charles it wasn't good, and obviously more minor adjustments were needed on Leclerc's car, so we called him back to the pits. But nothing went to plan - with 10 minutes to go, Magnussen spun off the track, just as Charles began his out lap and a Virtual Safety car was called. Charles was unable to set another lap in time as a Red Flag was announced a few minutes later for Hamilton hitting the walls at Turn 5.

FIA ​​decided not to resume practice and it all ended with P4 for Sainz, P7 for Leclerc.

Immediately after the return of our drivers to the pitlane and the official end of practice, I took off my headphones and without even waiting for any discussion with my colleagues from the "team by the wall", I ran to the garage. The mechanics were discussing the lunch menu and laughing happily as if nothing had happened so far when I burst into Charles' garage.

- Where are you going?! - I shouted after them, but the only person who paid attention to me was Alessandro. - Fusaro, come to me and be quick!

Maybe he immediately regretted answering my call.

- Bernardi, what's going on? - he grinned and approached me, back to the stream of dispersing colleagues from the pit crew.

- Don't laugh at me! - I scolded him and crossed my arms. - Where is everyone going?

- At lunch - Alessandro replied, shrugging his shoulders.

- No lunch for sloths like you! - I shouted and caught the attention of the others. - You will work until you get the car in condition! The floor and settings are not suitable apparently! They need to be fixed.

- But we have the right to rest - protested Matteo Toninalli, head of track engineering at the team.

- Mateo, I wonder if you were dropped on your head when you were little - I rolled my eyes. - Didn't you understand that there is no rest until the job is done?! In Germany, I worked 18 hours without a break, and I never complained, not to mention the extra night shifts, which they didn't even ask if we wanted them or not. Get your asses off and back to work!

As I spoke Fusaro looked at me proudly and smirked. Finally, he clapped his hands and shouted:

- You heard the lady! We start work, then she will make us Tiramisù as a reward.

I turned to him and looked at him in shock.

- Who allows you to promise on my behalf? - I exclaimed.

- The pit crew must have motivation - he winked at me and turned to the men looking at us with annoyance. - Right guys? We'll skip lunch, and then Lissie will make us a dessert with enough calories to make up for the losses.

- There is no chance for me to make Tiramisù for 100 people and in a race weekend... - I shook my head. - And without having done any work!

- Well Pulcino, put some effort for us and we'll put some for you - called one of the mechanics and winked at me.

- I suggest you mind your own business before I try to edit your face! - I answered him and clenched my fists angrily.

Fusaro jumped up and stood in front of me, apparently to protect me from the reaction of the mechanic, who was enraged by my words. The man put his hands on my shoulders and smiled gently.

- Lissie, go get yourself a coffee until people here calm down, and I'll take care of supervising their work - he said quietly.

- Oh, there isn't any chance, I...

- Lissie, I insist! - Alessandro looked at me seriously.

I rolled my eyes and finally agreed. Who knows what they would have done to the car without my supervision, but... Still, under my pressure, they would hardly have done anything better with their two left hands.

#

After a thorough inspection, the pit crew assured me that everything about the car was fine. I had to trust them, even though I wasn't very convinced of the rightness of their words. I had no other choice - it was time for the Qualifying.

We took our places by the pit wall again. This time I went through all my good luck rituals and prayed for the life of our pilots, then turned on my microphone to contact them.

- Welcome aboard your cars again, some information about the temperature - 49 degrees on the track, 24 in the air, the chance of rain is minimal, the wind gusts are light at the moment, with a tendency to increase. You start on new soft tires. Any questions?

- When are we going out? - Carlos asked urgently.

- Leclerc is ahead of you, you will be behind Perez, clear? – I replied.

- Copy.

- So, as quickly as possible, I want you to warm up the tires and do your preparation laps.

- Copy - the two confirmed.

After the first fast lap, Leclerc was in P3 and Sainz in P13.

- Guys, the optimal working temperature should be reached after 5 laps, so now I want you to warm up the tires well. Clear?

- Copy - they both replied.

I watched Sainz drop down in the ranking to P19 and Leclerc up to P10 and I was just about to tell them to go for a fast lap when suddenly Perez lost the rear of his car and crashed into the walls at Turn 5. Red flag. And there were 11 minutes left.

- Guys, red flag, read flag - I announced. – Come back to the box.

I got up again from my seat and began to nervously shift from foot to foot. My whole body was shaking with worry. It would be a huge shame to have one of our drivers drop out in Q1. And suddenly Carlos' Spanish accent sounded in my ears.

- What position am I?

It was strange to me at first, I didn't even think that he would contact me directly, I thought he would ask Ricky first.

- Lissa, what position am I? - he raised his voice because of my delay.

- P19, Carlos, but don't worry, we have an advantage - I answered and looked at the screens. - I also have an idea to get you out of there... One tip - be careful in the turns of the last sector, you pass too close to the walls - at about 14 centimeters. Losing control can cost you everything.

- Are you sure I will get out of the elimination zone? - Sainz asked.

- I'm convinced boy! - I replied calmly, and Mekies gave me a thumbs up in agreement.

It was very important to him that I keep calm when communicating with the drivers. And that's what Andrea advised me to do. And when I thought about the coach, I immediately contacted Leclerc.

- Charlie, how are you? - I asked him cheerfully.

- Tutto bene, darling! - he answered.

- Focus please, it's very dangerous if you lose your concentration even for a second here, Tesoro. - the last word slipped from between my lips without wanting to.

My bosses looked at me reproachfully at the same time.

- This is an innovation in communication that I really like, darling - laughed Leclerc.

I nervously ran my fingers through my hair and exhaled heavily. I knew I would make a mistake sooner or later and show my closer relationship with him.

Fortunately, the restart of the session came quickly. I contacted the race engineers to warn them to let Sainz on the track first, then Charles, and I looked over the railing to follow what was happening down in the pit lane. What I saw blew me away. Charles was the first to leave the box, followed by Sainz.

- Wait, what's going on, I said first - Sainz and then Leclerc. - I shouted and maybe the whole paddock heard me. - XAVIER, RICKY! FIX YOUR FUCKING COMMUNICATION MISTAKES!

- Lissa! - Mekies called me.

At that moment, Sainz also got on the radio.

- Lissa, if this is your "master" plan, you better leave it to me to do the strategies! - said the Spaniard edifyingly.

- And you'll do the same as well as the rest of this team - I replied gruffly and changed the stations. - Charles switch positions with Sainz!

- No, Charles, you'll switch positions as soon as you get the chance - Xavier protested on the radio. - It's too late to do that. Let it stay that way and we'll see what we do next.

- What will you see, mindless unicellular? - I shouted again. - You are risking a position worth millions! And I told you how to proceed exactly 10 seconds ago!

- Guys, come on! - Charles called.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Laurent who gave me a sign to be quiet while Vasseur looked at me with judgment.

- Charles, please focus and don't listen to this fool... - I said after calming down a bit. - We follow the plan with one preparation lap and two fast laps.

- Copy.

Fortunately, the results after the fast laps were P4 for Charles and P6 for Sainz.

- OK, I want you to do one more - I turned on the radio the moment I saw that our pilots were falling down the rankings. - There are 6 minutes to go, and you are P10 for Charles and P13 for Sainz. I want you to achieve the Friday results! Make an effort!

4 minutes before the end of Q1, our drivers were instructed to start second fast laps. Charles started first, but Sainz blocked his way with his slow movement. However, Leclerc achieved P3.

- Carlos, you're slow, dammit! - I shouted. - Get out of Leclerc's way and you will make the fast one yourself... Best to enter the pit for new tires on the next lap.

- Copy.

- Charles guarantee of P3, you continue in Q2, go back to the box- I announced and focused again on Sainz. - Carlos, I want you to start your fast lap as you have one minute left.

Sainz started his lap 20 seconds before finishing Q1. I bristled and held my breath as I watched him move around the track, my eyes shifting between the standings and our car. Carlos was in P19 and if he didn't improve his time he would be out. A lump got stuck in my throat and I closed my eyes hoping for a miracle.

- Oh, Padre mio! - I let out a quiet scream when I opened my eyes and saw Carlos on P4. - Don't ever cause me such heart attack situations again Sainz! Please. Never again! You are now P4.

- Never make these communication mistakes again! - the Spaniard answered seriously.

I ignored his comment and leaned against the railing behind me. I was covered in sweat from the tension and the heat in this hole they had put us in this weekend.

But I had no time to rest as there were 30 seconds left in Q2. I didn't even go back to my seat, I stayed by the railing, watching the screens from afar to see what was happening outside.

- Charles and Carlos leave the pits one after the other in the order I said - I ordered the race engineers. - Behind Hamilton. We are trying to avoid traffic.

I didn't get an answer, but I hoped they got me.

- Charles, a preparation one and 2 fast ones, okay? – I said.

- Copy.

- Carlos, you know the plan, I guess.

- One/two? – replied Sainz.

- Exactly.

In the fast laps, Charles started first, with Sainz right after him, finishing P2 Sainz, P3 Charles.

- Good results - I said. - This is with used tires, which speaks well for the degradation. I want you to do one more lap, we have 10 minutes, but first go back to the box for new tires. Sainz, you will be out first. Warm them up and attack the track. Charlie, you go after him.

The guys listened to me this time, but I noticed a new problem. Charles flies, drives nervously, with jerky movements, and 3 times went millimeters from the walls, and my heart skipped a beat every time I saw him take a turn.

- Charlie P2 is a great result, but please calm down your movements and be more careful in turn 12 – I said to him.

- Copy.

- Come back to the box - I ordered and changed the station. - Sainz, we need a fast lap, attack as you have 50 seconds to go.

- Lissa for the second time...

- Just drive! - I shouted and hit the railing.

Carlos finished P6, but at the last moment Hamilton moved him and the final result was P7 for him.

- We're moving into Q3 anyway - I said over the radio. - Now I want you both to calm down, please. I want you to focus on the track as much as possible. Leave the rest to me.

- What? You will go and cut the others' tires? - Charles laughed.

- Unfortunately, they have too many sets, I won't have time - I replied, giggling.

Again, we managed to lighten up our worst moment. Even Mekies laughed at our little conversation.

The last phase of the Quali has also started. New soft tires and last chances for a front position tomorrow. During his fast lap, Charles was able to take P2, but Carlos quickly relegated him to P3. We brought the guys back to the boxes to change the tires again and attack the last part of Q3. Charles went on the track first and began his preparation lap, followed by Carlos. I watched the tracker and followed the communication between him and Xavier, which was missing again. Charles entered the tunnel at a slow speed, and behind him Lando was trying to make his fastest lap.

But by the time I was able to turn on my microphone and finish Xavier's work, the cameras caught Charles doing what could be interpreted as impending. And probably there was going to be a penalty.

- Shit Xavier! - I shouted. - Why are you gifted with a mouth if you don't use it?

- I... We are following plan... – Xavier tried to explain.

- Oh, only to finish the Qualifying... - I whispered and changed the station to Leclerc. - Charlie, I want you to do your best on the last lap.

- Lando... – started Charles but I interrupted him.

- We'll make it... okay?

And Charles went into a flying lap. He managed to achieve three purple sectors and finished P1. I was ready to be happy as I suspected we would have a penalty and that P1 was great for us, but at that moment Alonso registered his best lap and overtook Charles. Tears came to my eyes as I counted the possible penalty in registering Verstappen's phenomenal lap. P3 for Charles.

- P3 and P5, guys - I announced over the radio, trying to keep a positive tone even though I felt like crying. - That's good for now... Not Great, Not Terrible...

Qualifying was officially over, and it was time for the top 3 interviews, during which time the "team by the wall" gathered for a debriefing.

- Well, what are we going to do with the penalty now? - I asked.

- Don't worry, they would probably put him on P6 - replied Vasseur.

- Well, did Charles work his ass off for P6? - I asked ironically. - Because of a fool who hasn't been doing his job for months.

- What are you implying Bernardi? - the team principal raised his eyebrows.

- That Charles' so-called racing engineer is a complete zero! - I raised my voice. - This is neither the first nor the second mistake in communication, but the next one.

- Well, we'll go to the Stewards and talk to them, they might not be so severe this time - Mekies shrugged his shoulders.

- Oh, really? - I teased him. - I suggest that I have to talk to the Stewards, because you obviously don't care about the final result.

- You have nothing to do with the Stewards - Frederick cut me off, and I looked at him indignantly.

- Then go and explain to them that it's Xavi's fault for not telling Charles who's coming - I continued in my emotional tone. - You are the team principal, and you behave like a complete layman Vasseur.

- Please, stop making a fuss, Bernardi! - he interrupted me.

- Or what Vasseur? - I laughed impudently. - Are you going to punish me? Are you going to fire me? Why don't you go punish Xavier for ruining yet another Charles competition? Why have I been to your office more times than Xavier? He has made way more mistakes than me and I'm a rookie!

- I won't give you explanations - Vasseur hissed.

- Lissa, why don't you calm down... - Mekies tried to intervene, but without success.

- I will not calm down! - I shouted even more. - I want to know how Xavier is more than me, so that he is not threatened with dismissal for nothing? Shall I go and show him where his place is?

- You don't have the right... - Vasseur began, and I laughed.

- Oh, just look!

I turned my back on him and headed down the stairs to the boxes. When they realized I was completely serious the whole team ran after me, but it was too late to stop the unleashed beast in me.

- Xavier! - I called the race engineer, finding him at the bottom of the garage, where he always stood.

- Bernardi? - he turned to me.

- Vaffanculo! - I shouted and, unable to maintain myself any longer, I smashed his nose with my fist in one jerky movement. - You are the dumbest person I know, lacking any capacity to receive and transmit information, let alone to process it!

There was a complete commotion, the pit crew mechanics gathered around us to cover my aggressive outbursts from the cameras and paparazzi, and Charles and Carlos, who were standing outside the garages talking most calmly, immediately came running to us.

I lost my temper and tackled Xavier to the ground while he was still holding his bleeding nose.

- Little one, come here! - I recognized Charles, who grabbed me by the waist and literally threw me into Carlos' arms.

The Spaniard grabbed me tightly in an attempt to hold me down and started giving me some commands in Spanish as if he were talking to a dog, while Leclerc shielded me with his body from Xavier who had just stood up, ready to return the crochet to me. Fusaro also came to help, trying to hold Xavier back.

- Tame your dog, Charles! - Xavi shouted.

- Who is a dog? - I shouted. – You fucking slug!

Carlos covered my mouth with his huge palm, and the Monegasque advanced menacingly towards his race engineer.

- Once again, if you insult her, you will have to deal with me! - he said in the rudest possible tone and waved his finger. - Every time the same thing is discussed, and you make mistake after mistake!

I bit Sainz's hand to get it out of my mouth and he jumped and dropped me. I used this and ran towards Xavier, but Charles managed to block my path and stop me.

- At the first opportunity, I will insist that they kick you off the team, you brainless bastard! - I said through my teeth.

Charles turned to me and pushed me back with his body, and Carlos stood on the other side of me so that I was forced to walk towards the hospitality.

- Come on girl, walk for God's sake! - they both shouted at the same time.

I couldn't fight against their huge bodies, especially after I was exhausted to the max from the adrenaline I felt. So, I gave up and finally allowed them to lead me to the driver's rooms.

Notes: Hi guys! Here I am with the brand new chapter in the new race week! 

So what we have here? Lissie couldn't resist Charles sweet lips so she kissed them again. But she tries hard to hide her feelings. Or at least she thinks like that :D Max is trying to hear some gossip but Lissie is adamant as always. And as a final we have aggressive Lissie on the road. But what will happen next? You will have to wait for the next chapter to understand. :P

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