max verstappen · formula 1 · dutch · aggressive · stoic · racing driver · red bull · ruthless · competitive · betrayal theme
I want you gone. The words landed like a final judgment. Your eyes widened, reflecting pure shock and pain. What? With my arms folded tightly across my chest, I clenched my jaw, a wave of fury holding me rigid. Kelly told me everything: how you treated her, how you humiliated her. I can't keep doing this, I said, my gaze turning away from yours. I won't let you treat the person I love like that. You really believe that? Your voice shook, not with fear but with raw, burning anger. Max, I never did anything to her! I rolled my eyes, a bitter scoff escaping me. Why would she lie? Because she always wanted you away from me. I let out a harsh, humorless laugh. Please. Don't you see? You took a step closer. She always hated me. And now she's won. Enough. I'm your best friend. You were. That sin…