ChapterTwenty-Three
Maria Alejandra
Igot a podium at Monza. You can suck on that, Mr. Donatello.
Just like he sucked on your tits last night.
Oh, fuck off.
He better be giddy right now, considering Xavier got first and I got second. The results he wanted for his home race. So, he better not be annoyed, or I will kick his teeth in.
“Rookie.”
“Xavier.” We smile at each other like idiots, then hug in delight.
“He better be happy with the result, or I will cut his dick off.” I smile sweetly at him so that if any cameras take photos, they think we’re having a nice conversation.
“I think that’s a little extreme. But I agree to a certain extent.”
“Welcome to the dark side, Mr. Smiley.”
“Cutting off a man’s manhood is the worst offense, especially when they’re good at using it,” Luca says with a shudder. I look at him horrified.
“How do you know how Mr. Donatello uses it?”
“I’ve heard that he’s greatly endowed and knows how to please a woman.”
“I doubt it, it’s probably teeny-weeny.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Xavier nudges me in the arm, and I playfully hit him on the back. “I’m going to go and get weighed before the podium starts, I’ll see you there, silver champion,” I snarl at him. This man.
I walk toward my car to grab something before I go and follow Xavier. Finally getting the pieces I needed out of the car, I turn around and bump into something hard. More like someone hard.
Oh my god. Of course, you had to say that in your head about someone you fucked. Get it together, Ale.
“Hello, Mr. Donatello.”
“You just called my cock and I quote “teeny-weeny” in front of your teammate, when your screams last night said otherwise.”
“How did you even hear that?”
“You didn’t notice me lingering behind you and Xavier?”
“Don’t flatter yourself, old man. When you’re around, I barely notice.” He scoffs.
“I could care less if you called my dick small, Miss Castillo. What I care about is why the fuck you were even on the subject.”
“For your information, Mr. Donatello, I was informing Xavier before you came in that if you weren’t happy with this result, I would chop your dick off.”
“Interesting. Why wouldn’t I be happy with the result? I mean it’s the best result you and him could’ve possibly gotten.”
“Because you seem to find everything that we do inadequate to your standards. You’re lucky that you have two drivers that are so self-assured that they don’t let what you say affect them as much as others.”
“Ale, I don’t find everything you do inadequate. Annoying, yes. But you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t as high as my standards are.”
“You just complimented me. Did Jesus come back?” I look around waiting for the reckoning to come upon us.
“No, but me fucking you on that car last night was the blessing you never knew you needed. I definitely helped you win; I’m your new Messiah.”