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To say that Valentino Rossi was irritated is a massive understatement.
First, Marc decided to cause a scene by making out with that arrogant Dutchman in front of thousands of people, sending the internet into a tizzy. Then, said Dutchman had the gall to send Valentino some clearly staged photo of Marc in bed. Following that, Marc had the audacity to say that he was taking that sloth looking bastard to the Italian GP, Valentino’s home turf.
At least it wasn’t Misano. Valentino might have actually broken something if Marc had dared to pull that stunt at the closest race to Tavuilla.
And when Valentino had tried to be nice and followed Luca’s advice to talk with Marc, what did the infuriating man do? He just hung up on Valentino mid conversation because his little boytoy came into the room! Then, Marc proceeded to ignore all of Valentino’s phone calls from that point on. And after all of that, Marc apparently swapped phones with his new boytoy and let him post a thirst trap of Marc on Marc’s private Instagram account!
Valentino couldn’t even enjoy the thirst trap. Every time he looked at it, he couldn’t help but remember the fact that Marc must have done the same for Verstappen. That killed any possible enjoyment Valentino may have gotten from the photo.
So yeah, Valentino was not, in any way, in a good mood at the moment.
He tries his best to keep his composure though. He is well aware of the fact that Luca was currently sitting in front of him. The last thing he wanted to do was let Luca notice how upset he was.
After all, Luca wasn’t just his brother anymore. He was also Alex Marquez’s boyfriend.
AKA Marc’s younger brother.
Valentino still couldn’t wrap his mind around that development. Luca could have his pick of any person in the world. He was kind, wealthy, attractive, and Valentino’s own half-brother! Luca could have chosen literally anyone else to date.
And yet, Luca’s chosen partner was none other than the least impressive Marquez brother.
Valentino knew that he was being a bit harsh, but he still stood by it. It wasn’t Alex’s fault though.
There was just something different about Marc. No one, not even the man’s younger brother could compare to Marc. On and off the track, Marc was unmatched.
To be honest, a part of Vale could have even accepted Luca wanting to be with Marc of all people. After all, he knew very well how charming Marc could be.
Could he really blame Luca for falling for Marc’s charms, when even Valentino couldn’t resist them?
Of course, that would have never happened. Luca saw Marc as nothing more than just a fellow rider and his brother’s on-off again lover.
Either way, the youngest Marquez did make Luca happy. So Valentino accepted their relationship, albeit reluctantly.
But, that meant that Valentino had to be careful about what he said around his brother when it came to Marc. He didn’t want to drag Luca into his current situation with Marc, and cause tension in his brother’s relationship as a result.
Valentino looks down at the phone in his hand.
He is certain that the photo is real. Valentino knows every inch of Marc’s body, knows it almost as well as he knows his own body. He had run his fingers over every inch of it more times than he cares to admit.
Valentino slowly brushes his thumb over the image. For a second, he finds himself back in COTA, tucked under the hotel sheets with Marc leaning against his chest.
Valentino stares at the man in his arms as he wraps an arm tightly around Marc’s waist. The younger man lets out a hum at this, as he lazily draws circles on his chest as he dozes off in Valentino’s arms.
Valentino’s eyes start to roam over the younger man’s body. But, instead of appreciating his handiwork, he finds himself searching for any signs of injuries on Marc’s body.
He had, of course, seen Marc’s latest crash earlier that day. Once again, Marc had pushed too far, went too high. It had started with Marc’s nonsense with the bike swap and ended with the man in the gravel.
Though, Valentino would be lying if he said he hadn’t been amused by the sight of the other riders scurrying after Marc like little rats.
As much as Valentino hated to admit it, Marc knew how to mess with the other riders on the grid. He had learned very early on that it was foolish to underestimate Marc and his ability to make the pieces fall in his favor.
One shouldn’t believe a word Marc said in the days prior to a race. He would only speak the truth after the checkered flag had been waved, when it was too late to stop him
At one time in time, Marc’s tactics intrigued him. At another, it irritated him.
And now?
Well, Valentino had learned to enjoy Marc’s havoc, at least from the sidelines.
Besides, Pecco had pulled off the win in the end, Marc was not seriously harmed, and Valentino was able to convince Marc to come over to his hotel room that night.
So frankly, this was a good day in Valentino’s mind.
Still, he can’t help but be slightly concerned as he glances over Marc’s body.
There didn’t seem to be any visible injuries on Marc. But that didn’t mean there weren’t any invisible ones lurking inside of Marc’s body.
Valentino hates how his stomach lurches at the thought.
This wasn’t supposed to be serious. This was just a quick hookup with a former rival.
Nothing more and nothing less.
“Valentino…?”
Valentino turns his gaze from Marc’s body to his face.
Marc looks back at him, his head now slightly raised.
“Is everything alright?” Marc asks quietly.
Valentino just nods.
“Just thinking. Valentino murmurs.
Marc wasn’t convinced. To Valentino’s surprise, the Catalan reaches up and cups his face with one hand, his eyes now filled with concern.
“Are you sure..?” Marc whispers.
Valentino can feel something in his chest flutter as he meets Marc’s gaze head-on.
There’s nothing and no one else in Marc’s sight. When Valentino looks into his eyes, the only thing he can see is the image of himself reflected back at him.
Just like before.
He can feel Marc’s hand press against his cheek. It’s warm, just like the person it belonged to. Marc always radiated warmth, which never failed to draw Valentino in, especially during cold winter nights.
Without thinking, Valentino reaches up and presses a hand over Marc’s. He can’t help but notice that their hands fit perfectly together.
Like we do, a small traitorous part of Vale’s mind whispers.
Valentino hated how right it was.
For a brief moment, his mind drifts to Le Mans for some reason.
MotoGP wouldn’t be racing that weekend. Marc would most likely be free.
He could invite Marc to the race. It would certainly generate a lot of buzz for the series if they were both seen at the race.
They could come up with some excuse for Marc to be there. A sponsor event could work. Or maybe Marc could just say that he went just for fun.
No one would have to know Marc was there because of him per se. And even if people suspected that Marc was there because of Valentino, what could they do to stop them?
Valentino hates how addicting the thought is. The idea of Marc at Le Mans, watching him race around the track and cheering him on as he does so, was intoxicating.
Valentino could practically see himself standing on the top step once again, where he belonged. But when he looked down, he would only see one person, and one person alone in the sea of onlookers.
He would only see Marc, who would stare up at Valentino with pride in his eyes, along with something else. Something powerful, yet dangerous that Valentino knows lurks deep within the Ducati driver.
After all, the same feeling haunted Valentino himself as well, as much as he despised it.
“Valentino?” Marc asks once more, now clearly more concerned.
Valentino bites his lip. But, just as he opens his mouth-
“-Tino…. Valentino..!!”
Valentino is rudely knocked out of his daydream by the sound of his younger brother’s voice.
He looks up, only to see Luca staring back at him with a raised eyebrow.
“Everything okay?” Luca asks.
Not really. There was still reality to deal with.
After all, he was at Le Mans, gearing up for one of the most important races of the year, while his longtime rival flaunted his relationship with some F1 driver across the world.
But, Valentino couldn’t say that to his brother.
Valentino quickly clears his throat. “Of course I am. Why do you ask?”
Luca crosses his arms over his chest. “You’ve been staring at your phone for the last 10 minutes without saying a word.”
Oh right.
Valentino glances down once again at his phone. The phone screen was still showing the latest post from Marc’s private Instagram account. To his surprise though, he realizes that in his haze, he had accidentally liked the photo.
Fuck.
“I guess I am just surprised.” Valentino said, quickly removing the like from the post.
“Surprised?” Luca echoes, raising his eyebrow more.
Valentino suddenly missed the days when Luca wasn’t so damn perceptive.
Valentino was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve. Everything he did and said was carefully thought out, done to protect the persona that the world had fallen in love with.
He despised the thought of anyone being able to see through his mask, even those close to him. He had made exceptions for a few people, namely his mother and brother.
Though, there was another person who could see through Valentino’s lies.
However, Valentino tried not to think about that too much.
Valentino nods. “Oh yes. I was surprised to see that they chose to post something like that so soon after that video of theirs went viral online.”
Luca lets out a snort at that. “Well, considering the first video was them making out in public, this is pretty tame in comparison.”
Valentino barely stops himself from gritting his teeth at the mention of that damned makeout session.
He had seen it so many times, he was sure that he could give a play by play analysis of it by now.
Valentino remembered how the video started with Marc wisely trying to brush off the kiss cam. The Ducati driver had been waving his arms frantically, trying to get the camera off of him and his companion.
Then, that damned Dutchman had struck.
He had lunged for Marc like some deranged beast, grabbing him by the collar and forcing him into a deep kiss.
Marc had flailed around for a second, clearly shocked, before cupping the younger man’s face and reluctantly returning the kiss. Then, the bastard F1 driver had dared to dip Marc, making the crowd scream in satisfaction.
What haunted Valentino most though was the sight of Marc after the kiss.
Valentino had hoped to see a look of embarrassment on Marc’s face following the kiss. Or maybe a look of fury, since he had just been m taken advantage of in such a public way.
But, Marc hadn’t been embarrassed or angry.
Instead, Marc had just looked dazed, but pleased nonetheless. His cheeks had been flushed as a goofy smile slowly filled his face.
Valentino knew that look all too well. He had seen it countless times over the years.
However, Valentino had wanted to be the only one who saw it. Now, Marc’s dazed expression was on display everywhere, free for any bastard to view on their Instagram feed.
The mere thought of it was enough to make Valentino nauseous. But, he does his best to compose himself.
“I am aware. It was a very vulgar display wasn’t it?” Valentino said.
Luca shrugs, “I guess. It was certainly a statement at least.”
Valentino sighs.
A statement. Luca couldn’t have worded that any better.
But for who? The public? The media?
Valentino?
Valentino’s lip curls at the thought.
Admittedly, he had been neglecting Marc for a while now. Following COTA, Valentino had found himself busy with training his academy students and racing in WEC. Marc had been similarly busy, since the MotoGP season was still going on.
Valentino had thought that it was fine though. They weren’t in a relationship, not officially at least. And Marc wasn’t the type of partner to demand Valentino’s constant attention.
Everything was supposed to be okay. Valentino had even planned to meet with Marc again at the Italian GP, after Le Mans had taken place.
But, now that was clearly not going to happen
Valentino drums his fingers against his phone screen.
The more Valentino thought about it, the more this relationship didn’t make sense to him.
He had just slept with Marc in April. And in June, Marc was suddenly out on a date with Max Verstappen of all people?
Were they even close? Sure, the duo did some events together since they both were sponsored by Honda and Red Bull at some point. However, Marc never mentioned befriending Verstappen before this week.
Hell, why would they even be together around that time? Hadn’t Verstappen just made a fool of himself in Spain after crashing into that British Mercedes driver?
Unless…
Valentino suddenly sits up in his chair, as everything clicks into place in his mind.
Luca looks at him in surprise. “Vale?”
“They’re not together.” Valentino announces.
The words seemed to echo in the motorhome. Luca stares at him, stunned into silence.
But that didn’t matter to Valentino at the moment. He was too busy trying to keep up with his racing thoughts.
Marc wasn’t dating Verstappen. This was all some elaborate ploy, a pathetic plan to boost Verstappen’s popularity after that breakdown in Spain.
Marc may not be sponsored by Red Bull anymore. But he still had a fondness for the corporation since they sponsored him for so long. Valentino could see Marc agreeing to help out a fellow Red Bull driver if he was asked to.
Maybe they were supposed to stage a media event that would make all the bad press about Verstappen disappear. After all, who would dare say anything bad about a driver who was brave enough to come out in such a public way.
For fucks sake it was LGBTA+ Month as well in the United States! And where was the Coldplay concert?!
Valentino clenches his fist.
Everything made sense if you looked at it that way.
The relationship had to be fake. Marc wasn’t in a relationship with Verstappen.
He couldn’t be.
Valentino could accept no other explanation. Every little picture, every comment was nothing more than manipulation, masterminded by both Marc and Verstappen.
He should be happy, maybe even a little relieved.
But all Valentino could feel was absolute fury.
And for once, it wasn’t aimed at Marc.
No, now his target was Verstappen.
This was all Verstappen’s fault after all. If he hadn’t been an idiot in Spain, none of this would be happening.
Marc wouldn’t have gone viral online, nor would he be in North America. Instead, he would still be in Europe, available at a moment's notice to join Valentino at Le Mans.
Valentino thinks back to the taunting image Verstappen had sent of Marc in the hotel bed the previous day. He can almost imagine the Dutchman laughing as he told Marc to pose for him.
And Marc, the little harlot that he was, would have done so easily, thinking it was funny.
Marc wasn’t totally off the hook, of course. Valentino did plan to talk with Marc later, after Le Mans had passed. They would have to seriously talk about this little stunt of his.
But for now, Valentino was more focused on his new goal.
Making Max Verstappen pay.
Valentino pulls off his casual shirt and reaches for his racing undershirt
“I’m heading out.” Valentino declares, as he quickly stands up and begins to get dressed.
Luca gets onto his feet, a very concerned look on his face. He stretches out a hand and tries to grab Valentino’s shoulder.
“Vale wai-“
But, Valentino only dodges his hand as he pulls up the zipper of his race suit.
“I’ll see you after practice.” Valentino said. “Feel free to stay here if you need a break from the crowds though.”
He tries to give his brother a smile, to comfort him. Judging by the look on Luca’s face though, it didn't reassure him at all.
But, Valentino doesn’t let himself dwell on that. Instead, he moves past his concerned brother and walks outside, a fake smile already plastered on his face.
Max Verstappen wanted to give the media a show huh?
Well, Valentino was going to show him how a pro did it.
—-
Max had a problem. A very big problem.
He stares at the phone in his hands.
It had been Marc’s idea to post from each other's private accounts. It was admittedly a pretty entertaining idea, so Max had agreed to it.
But, it had taken them longer than expected to take the photos and coordinate the posts. By the time they had finished , Max had realized that he had to head out to the track immediately, otherwise he would be late for a team meeting.
So, he had just thrown on his clothes and grabbed his wallet, keys, and what he assumed was his phone before rushing out the door. He had been in such a rush, he hadn’t realized that the phone he had grabbed wasn’t his phone until he had arrived at the track.
Max stares helplessly down at the phone in his lap. As if to mock him, the lock screen on the phone was an image of Marc on his Ducati, driving around the race track in Aragón.
Max drops his head back against the headrest on his seat.
He had just spent the last 10 minutes trying to figure out what Marc’s passcode was, so he could at least call Marc and make a plan about what to do. But, his efforts were futile, as he still had not been able to crack the code.
The issue was that Max couldn’t go to the hotel and grab the right phone. The hotel was a good 30 minutes from the track and Max had to be at the hospitality building in 20 minutes. He would be over half an hour late if he tried that
Max sighs and runs a hand through his hair.
How could this possibly get any worse?
Just as the thought crosses his mind, Marc’s phone receives a call.
🏍️ Alex 🏍️
Max lets out a loud groan and slams his head against the steering wheel of his rental car.
Fuck.
Max stares at the phone despondently for a second.
He knows that he needs to pick up the call. After all, Marc may like him, but Max knew that in Marc’s world, Alex reigned supreme.
There was no one Marc loved more than Alex. If Max dared to ignore Alex and inadvertently caused issues for the Gresini driver, then Max would have hell to pay when he got back to the hotel room.
On the bright side, maybe Alex could help him unlock the phone? The brothers were close, so maybe Alex knew the passcode. Or better yet, Alex could get Marc to text Max the passcode so he could use the phone.
With that in mind Max tries to stay positive as he reluctantly accepts the call.
What follows is a stream of rapid Catalan that leaves Max blinking in confusion.
Right, Alex thought it was his brother who picked up the call. So, he decided to speak in their mother tongue.
Unfortunately though, Max had no idea how to speak Catalan.
He waits for Alex to finish though, before clearing his throat.
“Uh, hi Alex. This is Max Verstappen.” Max said awkwardly.
There’s a moment of silence.
“Oh. You have Marc’s phone?” Alex asks, clearly confused. But thankfully, he had switched to English for Max.
Max scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “I grabbed it by accident when I was heading out. He has my phone. I could give you the number if you need it.”
Alex lets out a sigh. “Okay. Yeah, that will work. Thank you Verstappen.”
Max could easily end the conversation there. He could just tell Alex his number, inform him to tell Marc to call or text him the passcode to Marc’s phone so Max could actually use it, and then hang up with all of his problems solved.
But, Max can’t bring himself to do it.
There was something weird about the way Alex was acting. Max hadn’t really spent much time with Alex before, but he could pick up the slightly depressed undertone in his voice.
Was something bothering him?
“Are you okay?” Max asks.
“Huh?” Alex sounds confused, “Why are you asking me that?”
“You sound… sad?” Max explains awkwardly.
“I mean. I guess I’m stressed but, why do you care?” Alex asks, even more confused now.
Max blinks. “Why wouldn’t I care?”
Alex sighs again. “I mean, why do you care about how I feel? We aren’t close, and you’re apparently dating Marc, not me.”
There’s resignation in Alex’s voice as he speaks, like he had already gone through this before.
Max’s frowns. This was not how he thought this conversation would go. But, he was in too deep to pull out of it now.
“… Why are you so surprised that I care?” Max questions.
Alex is quiet for a moment.
“Most of Marc’s partners don’t really take an interest in me.” Alex finally said, “Usually they just smile politely at me and give me some fake bullshit about becoming friends. That way, I can’t go running off to Marc to complain about them being mean to me.”
Max frowns. “All of them have treated you like that?”
“Yep.” Alex pops the p as he speaks, “Andrea was nice and he made some attempts to be my friend but he never really dated Marc, so he doesn’t count. Valentino was a special case, but he mostly just ignored my existence when Marc wasn’t around. He wasn’t particularly cruel to me though, even after 2015. Everyone else just tried to avoid me when they could.”
Max’s frown deepens at Alex’s words.
“I see.” Max said. “Have you ever told Marc about any of this?”
Alex hesitates. “No.”
“Wait, you haven’t? Why?” Max asks, surprised.
Why wouldn’t Alex tell Marc about what was going on? Wouldn’t that be important information for Marc to know?
Max’s thoughts drift towards his own little sister. He couldn’t imagine dating anyone who would look down on her.
Maybe they didn’t talk every single day, but that didn’t matter to Max. He still loved Victoria dearly. He wouldn’t let anyone treat her like she was nothing, let alone a romantic partner.
And Max knew that Marc felt the same about Alex. He would never let anyone hurt Alex on his watch.
So why was Alex so hesitant to speak up for himself?
“Marc has enough trouble with dating as it is. I don’t want to get myself involved in it.” Alex said quietly.
Max drums his fingers against the steering wheel of his car, in a weak attempt to calm the frustration building within him.
“He would want to know.” Max insists.
“I don’t want to be a bother to him.” Alex explains.
“You aren’t a bother to him!” Max snaps without thinking.
The line goes quiet once again.
Max mentally curses himself for cracking so quickly.
Hopefully, he hadn’t just scared Alex out of confiding in him.
“Sorry, it’s just, I’m an older brother too you know? I have a sister named Victoria. So this hits home a bit.” Max manages to say.
“Oh? I think I heard something about that.” Alex said carefully, clearly trying to just keep Max calm at that point.
Max nods, momentarily forgetting that Alex couldn’t see him at the moment.
“Yeah well, I know that if any partner of mine wasn’t treating her right, I would want her to tell me. And I am pretty sure Marc would feel the same.”
“It’s not like they treated me horribly.” Alex protests.
“Treating you like you don’t exist is bad as well.” Max points out.
Alex is silent for a while after that. For a second, Max worries that he had gone too far and Alex had just hung up on him.
Then, Alex speaks again.
“ Look. It’s been a really rough few days for me .” Alex admits, “I was pretty blindsided by the video of you guys at that concert. I mean, I knew that Marc was going to a concert, but I didn’t think it was a date. And then everyone I know has been calling me nonstop, demanding answers from me because Marc’s been really busy, so he hasn’t picked up their calls. And so I have had to keep telling everyone, even our parents that I don’t know anything.”
Max doesn’t interrupt Alex. Instead, he leans back in his seat and just listens to the Gresini rider. As he does so though, he can’t help but feel a little guilty for his part in all of this.
When he had first suggested this idea, he had only been thinking of Marc, Valentino, and himself. He hadn’t stopped to consider how it could affect their loved ones.
“And I’m not saying it’s your fault. Or even Marc’s fault,” Alex continues, “I know how it is. Everyone likes demanding answers right away and it’s not really fair for you two to have to deal with that on top of the media storm. But Marc usually tells me everything, so having to say ‘I don’t know. I don’t know.’ a hundred times a day has been really bothering me.”
Alex swallows here. “So yeah, I was pretty upset when I called and heard your voice instead of Marc. I thought that it would be the same old song and dance. We pretend to be polite until Marc shows up and you try to play devoted pseudo brother until Marc turns his back. And normally I wouldn’t care about it, except for the fact that I just really want to talk to my brother right now.”
Max waits a few seconds before he responds, just in case Alex had more to say. When he is sure that Alex had finished his rant, he speaks up.
“Well, he was planning on talking with you today. The call just got delayed because I took his phone by accident.” Max explains.
Alex sighs. “Well, that’s nice to know at least. “
“You guys seem really close.” Max said, “I’m surprised you haven’t told him about this earlier.”
“Well, that’s why I haven’t said anything. Marc and I are very close, yes. But I don’t want to get in the way of his happiness.” Alex admits.
“Do you really think he could be happy with someone who doesn’t respect his little brother?” Max asks.
A pause. “I hope not.” Alex finally said, though his voice finally sounds a bit lighter.
“He would not.” Max said firmly, “You could object at the altar and say they were mean to you and he would be out the back door in seconds.”
Alex manages a laugh at that. “You sound like my boyfriend. He told me last night that Marc would do anything for me.”
In normal circumstances, Max would have asked about this mysterious boyfriend. After all, Marc hadn’t mentioned that fact to him yet.
But, Max lets it slide for right now. Alex clearly needed support at the moment, not teasing.
“See, it’s not just me. Everyone can see how much Marc loves you.” Max assures him, “You just need to be more open with him and tell him when you are being mistreated."
Alex takes a deep breath.
“I guess you’re right. But what if Marc blames himself? He has gone through so much already. I don’t want him to feel like a bad brother because I didn’t tell him that this was going on.” Alex confesses.
Max lets out a sigh of his own. “I mean, I think he is going to feel bad for not noticing that this has been going on for a while. But, I am sure that he would still want to know about it.”
“You’re right.” Alex admits. “I’ll go talk to him then. About everything.”
“Good idea. I will give you my number so you can call him.” Max said.
“I’d appreciate that. Thank you for talking with me about this.” Alex said.
Max can’t help but smile at that. Alex sounded much happier than he had at the start of their conversation
“It was no problem.” Max assures him.
Alex lets out a small laugh. “It’s funny. I think you’re the nicest guy my brother has dated yet, and you’ve only talked to me once.”
Max tries to ignore the twinge of guilt in his chest at Alex’s words.
If only Alex knew the truth…
“Well, I try.” Max said.
“You’re doing a good job of it. Anyway, I’m going to call Marc, can you text me your phone number?” Alex asks.
Max blinks.
Oh right. That issue again. He still couldn’t get into Marc’s phone.
“I would… But I don’t have Marc’s passcode. Do you know it?” Max asks Alex.
“I don’t.” Alex said sheepishly.
Max sighs. Figures.
Well it was worth a shot.
“Well, alright then. I can just…” Max trails off.
Suddenly, Max has an epiphany. It was a long shot but…
“When is your birthday?” Max asks Alex curiously.
“April 23?” Alex informs him, sounding confused once again.
Max types in the number ‘2304’ into Marc’s phone.
The phone immediately unlocks, revealing Marc’s home screen.
Max grins at the sight.
“Got it.” Max said.
“Got what?” Alex asks curiously.
“Into Marc’s phone. The code was your birthday.” Max informs Alex.
There’s another pause, then Max hears Alex start laughing.
“Nice to know.” Alex manages in between laughs. “Thank you for that Verstappen. I needed to know that, even if it makes me feel a bit stupid.”
“You’re welcome. But you know, you can call me Max if you want.” Max suggests.
“Alright then, Max it is.” Alex said, sounding somehow even more cheerful. “Text me your number wherever you can then. I know it’s media day for you.”
Max blinks.
Oh no.
He slowly turns to look at the clock on the car dashboard. According to the clock, Max only had 5 minutes to get to the Red Bull hospitality area.
Fuck.
“Thanks for the reminder Alex.” Max said quickly, “But it looks like I have to run now.”
Alex snickers a bit. “Good luck this weekend. And today it sounds like.”
“Thanks. Have a good day” Max said, trying to ignore the teasing jab.
He quickly hangs up the phone and bolts out of his car. Max barely remembers to lock the car doors as he does so
But, even as he rushes towards the entrance area, Max can feel a smile building on his face.
He was happy that he was able to help out Alex. Hopefully, the two brothers would be able to talk about Alex’s issues soon.
And as for Max…
Well, he was just ready to get this day over with. But, at least he knew what he was walking into today.
Max was prepared for the battle ahead of him today with the media. He was sure that he could handle anything they could throw at him.
At least, that’s what he thinks.