Just when you thought he couldn't possibly make a comeback since the accident at the Italian Grand Prix, Luca Bianchi does it again. He finished first on Sunday slightly before the Brazilian Gabriel Silva pulling beside him ahead of Derrick Schneider, winning his fourth world's driver's tittle.

Bianchi 40th Pole was possibly his most effortless victory this season as he comfortably eased away to the finish line at Silva's speedy pursue.

The race was dominated by the three men aggressively competing for the title.

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"Jesus, what the hell was that?" Matteo pushes into my room brandishing his gun. I'm seating on my bed gun in hand, my face turned up looking at his confused countenance.

He hasn't seen the man lying in the pool of blood at my feet until he groans in pain.

Matteo swivels his head to look, his eyes widening in shock as he returns his gaze to me.

"Who the fuck is this?"

"How the fuck should I know?" I retort, both of us turning almost at the same time to look at the man. He whimpers, groans again, a bullet thrusted slightly beneath the right rib. His blood-soaking the grey fluffy carpet that my feet are softly buried, his body convulsing and I know he is fighting between life and death, sooner rather than later, he would painfully slip into eternal sleep.

"Where did he come from?" Matteo asks. He is now crouched down beside the dying man, his brows puzzled as pushed him by the shoulder so he could lie on his back.

"The closet," I respond, looking at the man to try to figure out whether I have ever seen him, which is what I imagine Matteo is doing.

"You knew he was there." it was more a statement than a question.

I nodded, "I could smell him. Sweat mingled with whiskey and fear.

Matteo smiles, but there is an earnest look in his eyes, "you know this is an inside job, don't you?"

I knew that. This wasn't a hotel, it was a house chosen specifically for it's strategically built entrance and exits. I never stay in hotels for security reasons, it's a old story that the press as well as the Mercedes team tries to unravel albeit for different reasons.

It's a well guarded house, I'm guarded closely and fiercely and so are the others. To find a man in this house at the same time I'm to check in was not a coincidence. It was planned. orchestrated.

"I don't think he will make it.

I shrug.

"Kill him and take him out of his misery.

"No. Let him did on his own time," I say. Unmoved.

Matteo looks at me with a baffled mien. As if he had never seen me before. I've shocked him, but I don't care, the man can will himself to die quickly or lie in pain until death comes for him, I wouldn't be aiding him.

"You're joking, right?" just then we hear the vroom of cars driving into the compound. I jump off the bed to watch from the window as the cars pull beside each other.

My family is here. I thought, wishing the parents aren't among them. I was expecting Lia, Zion and Serena first, but as they poured out of the cars I saw Sienna, Alessa, and Nic too.

"Thank God, they not here yet." I whisper still looking at them, but my eyes are zeroed on Lia, drinking her up like I'm parched. We haven't seen each other for three months due to our busy schedules. Three months since we told the family of our relationship.

"They will know soon enough," Matteo says in a calm voice, thrashing me out of my reverie to look at him. Of course, they will know and they will also smoke out the rat. But for now, I'm glad they are not here yet.

The door of my room burst open, Nic walks in then stops, transfixed in place as he gapes at the man on the floor. He is still not dead yet, his whining, though audible have reduced.

"What's going on?" His voice was hushed as if he were afraid someone might hear him.

"He tried to kill Luc." Matteo provides, shoving his hands in his pocket. He is worried because he will have to make a call to uncle Raph, and he will have no answers or any more information other than the man was in my closet. It's the only thing we know.

"How did he get in?"

"We don't know." I tell him, my eyes falling onto the man. I feel nothing for the man, not even at how he is huddled together in a fetal position from pain.

"C'mon, Luc. Kill him."

"No." my voice is a command cutting through the room as the others come in.

"Why are you shouting?" Lia marches into the room, sees the body and then raises an eyebrow, waiting to be clued in even though she had not asked the question.

"Oh, my God! In your closet. Do you know how close that was?" Sienna is pacing in the room, her hands on her waist, color drained from her face once in a while glaring at the culprit who is still very much alive.

"Alessa, we are waiting for you. Do you think Luc should kill him? "

Alessa throws a blasè look at the guy, plucking her lips as if she is considering the question, which has Matteo groaning with frustration.

"I'm Switzerland," she answers before sitting on my bed, her legs beneath her, scrolling on her phone as if she has already forgotten a man was dying on the carpet beside the bed in which she sits.

"You can't be Switzerland, Alessa."

She scowls at Matteo who is now beyond frustrated? "Why the hell not? I don't care whether he does now or later." she blows out an exasperated breath.

"You all come from such beautiful, compassionate women, how come none of you has even the slightest solicitude?"

"Hey, I voted to kill the bastard." Matteo narrows his eyes, watching Nic carefully and then shakes his head as if he was disappointed. "What?" Nic asks him. "I don't know the fucker, why should I feel compassion towards him?"

"That's not how compassion works, Nic."

"That's how mine works." I look around at the six of them and realize Matteo is right. None of us feels pity for the guy, compassion is not part of our repertoire. I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or bad. I'm still trying to figure it out until Sienna says to kill him.

Matteo exhales with relief to have at least one of us show empathy to the dying man. We are all circled around the man, a dry streak of tears at the corner of his eyes. He has stopped crying perhaps he has no more tears remaining in him, he has wet himself, and he is drenched in blood any more and he will be swimming in it.

"I need to think and his groaning is interfering with that." Matteo's face turns white as a ghost. "The man is dying, Sienna." there is a hollowness in his voice," then he can die quietly." She adds.

"None of you will grant this man a mercy killing because it's the best thing to do?" Dev asks. He had not spoken since they got into the room. I had forgotten he was there.

"He tried to get to kill Luc," Lia mumbles a string of curses before she sits down at the edge of the bed beside Serena.

"But he didn't. " Dev urges. Zion saunters back in holding a beer. He had shed his jacket, showered and changed into a casual loose drape suit pants.

"How can you drink in a time like this?"

He shrugs airy.

We hear a car drives in, the tyres screeching. I know it's a matter of time before the parents come in, and I'm thinking that's them, but I heard one car, which has me curious.

"It's Nate and Jamie," Alessa says, she is at the window sighing over Jamie Ocean. "Have you ever seen a more handsome man?" Sienna joins her. Although Jamie was Matthew Oceans' brother-in-law, he had adopted him when he married his sister, Imani.

"He is so beautiful, " Nic rolls his eyes.

"They can't come in here," Matteo states the obvious.

I walk to my closet, don a pair of football shoes and then go back to the room. I find Nic and Sienna arguing who between the two should go to welcome the Ocean's at least until we can have the body disposed of and the room cleaned.

"You should go, Sienna. Nic is right" Dev calmly says. " You know how to annoy the hell out of Nate, which will amuse Jamie. It will definitely keep them out of our hair for some time."

"I loathe you, Nicolo." Sienna spits.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Nic's silky voice seemed to irk her more

I don't tie the shoe strings, I have no time nor the inclination to do so. I step on the rib where the bullet is sheathed, making sure the cleat is pressed forcefully, the cries of anguish never bothering me as I mercilessly, savagery take the man's life.

I hear the final sound of agony as life leaves his body.

"Done! I tell Matteo. Happy now?" He doesn't speak. He is immobilized, so is everyone else except Zion who is still holding his beer as if everything that just happens is anything but normal.

"I need a cigarette," I announced, throwing the shoes off my feet.

"You don't smoke, " Matteo says in a low, calm tone.

"Zion, can I have that?" I stretch my hand to take the beer, but he shakes his head, " you have a race to be in."

"You need to get ready for the race before your team comes for you." Matteo is on the phone calling uncle Raph, "everybody out." he snaps. "Luc, get in there and get ready. We have to leave."

Everyone leaves except me, Matteo and Dev.

"C'mon, Matt, it's not that bad."

"You just murdered someone in cold blood," he whispers. "The first time you kill someone and it looked like you got off on it." He is bordering on hysteria.

"Trust me, there are very few specific things that get me off, killing ain't one of them." he blinks at me. Like he cannot believe I just said that.

I don't know what he expects me to feel, I don't know what I'm expected to feel, I just know I needed to kill the bastard for trying to kill me.

We are still staring at each other when ten men in suits enter the room, banging on the door behind them, dropping a black big bag on the floor.

There are cleaners. Not normal cleaners, of course.

"We have a task, boys. If you could get out of the way."

There is no introduction, no salutation. Matteo pushes me toward the bathroom, "get in there," he says. I do as he says. I shower, but my mind replays the last few minutes of my life. The man jumping off the closet, me pulling the trigger before he could, the way I stood there hearing him moan in pain waiting for him to die knowing fully well shooting him again would have been better for him, less painful.

I wait to feel remorse, I don't.

Maybe I'm broken or perhaps Nic is right when he says he has no compassion for someone he doesn't know. Maybe I'm like that too.

I put the eventful episode behind my mind. I have a race to win which is the only thing I should be focusing on right now.

When I get back to the bedroom, the body is no longer there, and there is another carpet in the room. There is no blood anywhere, not on the wall or anywhere as far as my eyes could see.

There are no signs that a murder had occurred a few minutes ago. If I didn't know any better, I would think I imagined it.

*Hi. If you've forgotten which kid belongs to who. Please check the Author's note.