43: It's about the trust

Luciana's point of view.

Sienna and I jump up.

'WE DID IT!!', Sienna yells.

'WE WON WE FUCKING WON!!', I can't control my happiness.

'FORZA FERRARI!!'

We run down the stands and run towards the big red group celebrating a few meters further.

'We did it!! We actually did it!!', my dad runs towards us.

'Mamma Mia!!', he grabs my head and kisses it.

I am incredibly proud of him.

So proud my mind even can't process it.

We won.

He won.

Maeve's point of view

I place my car at the P2 board and I jump out of it.

The whole crowd roars, first for Leclerc and then for me.

'Vettel! Vettel', they scream.

My first instinct is to think about my dad

In my eyes he is Vettel, but for these people standing here... I am Vettel.

I wave and they scream even more.

'Maeve! You did it mein kleines Mädchen!!', my dad runs up to me and hugs me.

'I don't think you are allowed to be here dad', I hug him back.

'Please, we are Vettels, they bend their rules just to keep us', he winks.

'I guess we are'

Max's point of view

She's standing there, with her dad.

Yet my dad is nowhere to be seen, ashamed of me being his son.

Ashamed of me carrying the Verstappen name.

Why? Because I got P3.

I couldn't care less, I raced my ass off.

Yet for him, it's the end of the world.

'Maxie!', Maeve walks towards me and hugs me.

'We're hugging now?', I whisper.

'I'm hugging you because you deserve it, you drove like a lion today'.

'Thank you Maeve, although I'm not sure he believes that', I look at my dad walking towards us.

'Don't mind him, Max. He is... excuse me... a dick', she giggles.

'Max, zoon!', he opens his arm and walks towards me.

What the fuck?

'Max gefeliciteerd jongen', he slams his arms around me.

'What are you doing?', I ask.

'Doing what a father should do, we can't risk it with these rumors flying around', he whispers.

Aha, there is the catch.

I should've known.

There's always a catch.

Charles' point of view

I won.

I fucking won.

Fuck these goddamn strategies.

I won.

At my home race.

I won and it's all because of her.

She brings me good luck.

I walk towards David, in the meantime I'm still looking for her.

'Charles! Congratulations man!', David slaps my shoulder.

'Thank you, David, it was an amazing race wasn't it?', I say to him but I turn to the crowd.

They all scream when I wave at them.

He asks me many questions about the race and I am happy to answer them, but I'm still looking for her.

'Charles I can't help but notice you aren't fully... you know... with your mind at this interview', David laughs.

I laugh. 'I thought I wasn't being obvious'.

'Well you are, does it have something to do with the latest rumors?', David smiles.

'I don't think they are rumors anymore, David. Feel free to ask', then I finally spot her.

She smiles and waves.

I smile back at her and then I notice the shirt.

She turns around.

Leclerc 16.

She is wearing my name.

'So well you and Luciana Vasseur have officially announced your relationship, can you tell us more?'.

'Well uhm she's standing right there', I point at her. 'She's wearing my shirt which is amazing because if she was wearing someone else's we would've had a problem', I laugh.

David laughs. 'Is it weird to date your boss?'.

'No it's quite nice, we work together pretty well, but if I have to be honest it's weird to date my boss when she's the daughter of my other boss', David laughs. 'But no, I love working with her so yea'.

'Can we expect a little Leclerc running around in two years?', David asks.

'Uh... well you kinda have to ask her that you know', I smile.

'It's a two-man job', David laughs.

'Yeah but still I get the pleasure of making it and she has to create it you know', I hear everyone laughing.

'Can we just... take a photo with you two', he gestures to Luci to come to us.

She walks towards us and stands next to me.

It feels weird at first but then she puts her hand on my chest and gives me a kiss.

'Congratulations baby', she smiles at me with her beautiful eyes.

'Thank you Princess', I smile.

'I hope you didn't forget our deal?', I whisper in her ear, her face turns red.

'Smile for the picture please!', David yells.

Sienna's point of view

'Congratulations my dearest', I walk into his driver's room.

'Thank you, sweetheart', he gives me a kiss.

'Congratulations on Ferrari', he sits down, no expression on his face.

'Lando are you okay?', I sit down next to him. 'You seem off? P4 is very good you know that right?'.

'Sienna P4 is great, I am learning to appreciate my achievements'.

'Then wha-'

'You stole from me, why?', he stands up from the couch.

Fuck.

'Lando... I-'

'800 pounds, 800 fucking pounds, why the fuck did you take it out of my wallet?', his expression changes into anger.

'I-'

'For what? Did you do your nails? Your hair?'

'No I-'

'Then why the fuck did you steal it? You know I don't mind giving you money, I love giving you money, letting you buy things. But the stealing... I just don't understand', he throws his cap on the ground.

'Lando if you let me finish talking I would tell you tha-'

'Are you in debt? The police station thing? The bail? Sienna, I can give you money', he doesn't let me fucking finish.

'Let me speak, asshole', I say annoyed. 'I don't have a debt, I'm a Sainz'.

'Oh fuck off Sienna, I love you more than anything but you are being weird. You have been distant. When I want to talk to you about what happened you just... change the subject'.

'It's not for me! I swear, I can-'

'Sienna I can see when you lie'.

'I can't tell you okay, I promise you that I will give it back, I can give it back right now. It's handled, I swear'.

'What is handled? For fuck sake stop being so mysterious and tell me'

'But I can't! That's the problem I can't', I yell.

'Then leave, come back when you're ready to tell the truth Sienna', he looks so tired... maybe even hurt.

I don't want to hurt him.

'Lando I love you'

'I love you too Sienna and I'm sorry for talking to you like this but I can't do this if you're not trusting me'.

'But I do trust you! I do!'

'Then tell me', he looks at me, his eyes meeting mine.

'I-'

'You can't?', he combs his fingers through his hair. 'Don't shut me out, Sienna. I can help'.

'Not with this... Lando'

'I trust you with everything... everything Sienna'.

'I am sorry Lando, I never meant to hurt you'. I open my purse and grab my checkbook.

'Here, take it. Please', I write a check for 900 euros and give it to him.

'Sienna, it's not about the money...'

'It's about the trust'