I frown. “I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed.”
“Oh my god, you sound just like my father,” she mocks me.
“Well, I am closer to his age than yours,Ragazza, so deal with it.” I continue walking, but she follows behind me, resembling a pup following its mother. But in this case, the pup is throwing a fit.
“That doesn’t mean you can treat me like a little girl,estupido. I’m a grown ass woman!”
“You’re not even twenty-one.” I throw my hands up in frustration walking through the paddock to get to a place without a camera in sight.
“You pulling out the age card every two seconds makes you seem even more immature than me. I could always pull out the “you’re too old to do this job card.” In my peripheral view, I see her trying to keep up with my pace, cocking her head in frustration. Finally, when we reach a secluded area without cameras, I stop my strides abruptly, which ends up with her face planting into my back. I turn around and look down at her.
“I have said this before and I will say it again, you don’t take into consideration the consequences of your actions. As you were telling me off on our way out of the team garage, cameras were following our every move.”
“You know what’s sad?” she questions. “The fact that you, a grown man.” She uses her fingers to point at my chest applying pressure. “Care about cameras seeing us argue. Here’s what I think about that,me vale Madre!” She yells in frustration.
“I’m here at my home race, and if you think that this type of behavior is okay, that’s your own problem. My problem is having to go home tomorrow to a P10 and a P11 result IN ITALY!”
“I don’t get why you care so much. You have two home races. I only have one. You still have Monza, so calm the fuck down.” Rolling my eyes, I can’t believe the words that are coming out of her mouth.
“You told us how important this race is to you two hours ago and then you punched a wall in the garage. You don’t think that says something? At least you hit a wall instead of a person, you should be proud of yourself for that.” She pats me on the back like it’s an achievement.
“Because I have control, which you lack.”
“I have control, but knowing when to use it and when not to is more important. You are always in control and that’s truly your downfall. Plus, I don’t think punching a wall exhibits very good control.” Scoffing, she walks out. Thinking for a second, I decide to follow her.
Grabbing her wrist I turn her around, pulling her into me while still leaving a small distance between us.
“You will not disrespect me again; do you understand me?” Laughing in my face, she tugs herself out of my grip. With a menacing look, she slowly turns around and walks down the hallway. Before she reaches the end, she twirls around and glares at me. “I only give my respect to those who truly deserve it.” She curtsies and then reaches for the doorknob, slamming the door behind her as she walks out.
Putting my hands over my face, I sigh into them, extremely drained from that interaction. Everything she does drains me.
That girl needs to be put in her place, that’s something I’m quite certain of. And I’m going to be the one to do it.
ChapterThirteen
Luca Donatello
Ifeel the Florida humidity breeze on me as I walk off the Elektra private jet. To say that Xavier is jumping for joy right next to me would be an understatement. He’s not just happy, he’s literally shining brighter than the fucking sun.
It’s Wednesday, which means that we’re about a day and a half from the race. We have some time before the actual event to at least look around or, as I would like to do, rest. It’s not going to be an easy task since F1 fans will have invaded Miami by Friday morning. Most of them are probably already here.
I walk down the stairs that lead to a long black carpet at the Miami private airport. I turn around and see Miss Castillo walking out in tiny shorts and a leather top that looks like a bra. My eye notices the huge circular hat that is on top of her head with large obsidian-colored sunglasses that cover her whole face. She’s dressed head to toe in the same color, which I know by now is her signature.
But the thing that catches my eye almost instantly after ogling her gigantic hat, is her skin, the deep tan that she has year-round. The way it glows when the sun hits it. Those plump lips, creased in an unimpressed expression.
Her fashion sense is classy and chic with a modern twist. It’s one of the only things I like about her, other than her challenging temper. Yes, I might get annoyed with her almost every day during the season, but that doesn’t mean I hate the girl. I just think she’s incredibly immature.
Xavier walks beside me, clad in a blinding neon outfit. It’s incredibly funny to me how different Alejandra is from Xavier. They differ from each other in almost every sense, except for the way they interact in a friendly manner. At this point it’s like they’re best friends.
That relationship is something I would bet my money on.
“Hey boss, would you like to come on a sightseeing trip with me and the rookie? We want to go around today before we get into our racing mindset, you know?” He snaps me out of my thoughts while giving me a cheeky grin.
Miss Castillo gives him a glare telling him with just a look,“are you serious?”
Yes, Miss Castillo, he is serious.
“I would love to. I’ve never been to Miami before and it sounds interesting.”