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Shit was about to hit the fan.

Rule number one of racing:

Whatever you do, don't crash into your teammate.

Both McLaren drivers had broken that very rule.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" was the first thing Lando said as Alessandro jumped out of the car.

"Me? Mate, I left you so much space! You basically brake tested me!"

"Bullshit, I was ahead!"

"And I was making an overtake!"

The marshalls were quick to separate the two drivers as they heatedly got into each others' faces.

Neither driver took off their helmets, starting the walk of shame back to the pits.

Alessandro didn't stop to chat and headed straight into his drivers room. Lando did the same, avoiding Zak at all cost.

The McLaren CEO was trying to clam down as well.

Ivan, Will, and Dakota analyzed the data to see how extensive the damage was.

Dakota prayed Lando's gearbox wasn't damaged from the crash. If it was, a replacement would mean a 5 place grid penalty and a very unhappy Lando.

"This is not good at all," Charlotte mumbled, rubbing her forehead.

It was a publicity fuck up.

Everyone watching would believe that McLaren's drivers weren't exactly best of friends. Even though it was in the heat of the moment, to the public it seemed like a rivalry was brewing between the two drivers.

"Twitter is already having a field day," the PR manager sighed, glancing at her phone.

"I wonder how many #stopf1toxicity posts it's going to take to get this one to calm down," Dakota muttered.

The race continued for the rest of the teams, but for McLaren, there was nothing left to do but pack up.

The crew was silent, disappointed with the weekends outcome. Not only was it a waste of a race, but it meant the mechanics would be working overtime to repair the damage.

After watching replays of the incident several times, it was agreed that both drivers were equally at fault for the crash.

"Lando didn't leave him any room and Sandro was too eager to make the overtake," Zak sighed, concluding what the strategists had said.

The mood in the McLaren garage was somber as everyone slowly began to take apart all the portable items.

Dakota sighed, her gaze flickering to Alessandro's room.

A dull throb was spreading through her head. All she wanted was a long nap in her own bed in Woking. She wanted to get out of Mexico City.

It had been three days since she had landed in the country. Mark had asked her to go out to explore the city every day, but she had refused.

The paddock was a safety bubble for her. It made her forget that she was in Mexico to begin with. On the way to the hotel, she would wear her headphones and tune out the sounds of the city.

There were too many memories. Too much guilt.

Where was he now? Was he alive? Did they kill him? Did he have a family?

Thoughts of her father ran circles in her mind.

"Dakota!" a voice shouted, a hand waving in front of her face.

"Huh? Sorry, what?"

"I've been calling your name for minutes," Zak frowned.

"Sorry, I was just thinking."

"It's alright. Do you mind checking on Alessandro? Charlotte's talking to Lando."

She nodded, silently making her way to his side of the garage. She stood in front of his door for what felt like minutes before knocking.

Alessandro groaned, looking up at his ceiling in exasperation.

"Now's not a good time," his voice called, muffled by the door.

"It's Dakota."

The door suddenly opened and a hand reached out and dragged her inside.

"What the-"

"I don't want anyone else coming in," he grit out, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

He unzipped his racing suit, yanking his arms out and tying the sleeves around his waist.

"Are you okay?" she asked hesitantly.

"Fucking amazing," he muttered.

His jaw was ticking in anger, his movements rushed.

Dakota sighed, placing a hand on his arm. He froze, closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath. He shook his head, clenching his jaw.

She gently traced his sharp jawline, cupping his face gently. His eyes flew open, his pupils dilating. The green in his eyes seemed to swirl like a glittering pool of emerald.

"How fucked am I?" he asked quietly.

"110%," she whispered, not sugar coating it.

Anger flashed in his eyes as he shook his head again. Dakota held his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her.

"I just don't understand why he didn't leave me any space."

"He didn't, but you had the choice to back out of the move," she replied gently.

He frowned, his gaze narrowing as he looked down at her.

"I'm a racing driver, I don't back out."

"That's not an excuse."

"Are you trying to tell me something? If you're going to give me shit, say it to my face," he growled quietly.

Dakota wasn't one to back down. She wasn't going to pity him. He knew he was wrong, but he was too stubborn to admit it.

"Everyone makes mistakes, Alé."

"It wasn't a mistake!" he spat, turning away from her. He pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath.

"Yes. Yes, it was. He didn't leave you any room, and you got a little too excited an-"

Dakota barely had a chance to finish before Alessandro grabbed her by the waist, slamming his lips onto hers.

She froze for a moment out of surprise before kissing him back.

"What's it going to take to make you shut up?" he muttered against her lips. His hands traveled down her body, making her shiver.

"You're just too thick in the head to understand," she shot back.

Alessandro let out a sound of protest, pinning her against the wall. All the oxygen left her lungs, her lips parting in surprise.

"You just don't know when to stop, do you?" he hissed, his hand wrapping around her neck.

"And you don't know when to back out, either," she retorted.

Dakota couldn't help herself. She smirked, biting down on her lip.

"You're so fucking annoying," he mumbled, his teeth grazing the skin behind her ear.

She shuddered at he sensation, her back pressing against the wall.

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"Seems to me," Alessandro whispered, his lips brushing her ear, "that you have two heartbeats."

"Oh really?" Dakota raised a brow, unconsciously pressing her thighs together.

Alessandro hummed in response, his green eyes shining with an emotion she couldn't decipher. He smiled as her eyes rolled back when he gently put pressure on her neck.

"You like that?" he asked, and she could almost hear the smile on his face.

"One here," he began, pushing a lock of hair off her shoulder.

He took her hand, pressing it against her chest. Her heart hammered against her rib cage as if it was threatening to jump out.

"Would you like to know where the other one is, Dakota?"

Her breath hitched at her name leaving his lips.

She held her breath as he took her hand again. Slowly, he led her hand down her stomach.

Lower.

Lower.

Dakota felt breathless, her lips parted as she felt his hand push her legs apart. He led her hand over her thighs, gently kissing behind her ear. A shaky breath left her lips making Alessandro smirk He loved the way she reacted to his touch.

"There," he whispered, placing her hand directly where the zipper of her jeans began.

"Can you feel it?" He whispered, his rough voice making goosebumps appear on her arms.

She felt herself clench at his words as he sucked at the skin on her neck. Her cheeks flushed as she felt the faint throbbing of her pussy through her jeans. She shifted her hips against his, desperate for some friction.

Alessandro chuckled lowly, nuzzling her neck with his nose.

"Desperate are we?"

"Shut up, Moreno," she grit out, her eyes still closed.

"You-" She but down on her lip as he began moving his hand in circles.

"What was that?" He taunted, his fingers dancing over the zipper.

She felt his fingers undo the button, pulling down the zipper of her jeans.

Her heart was racing. His cool hands touched her bare skin and she jumped at the feeling. Her head fell back against the wall, exposing her neck.

She leaned up, connecting their lips as his fingers grazed over her folds. A gasp left her lips giving his tongue access. He felt himself harden at the sound of her whimpers. Ever since he laid eyes on her, he'd imagined what she sounded like. Breathless. Whimpering and moaning. All because of his touch.

"You seem to be enjoying this?"

"Alessand-" she cut herself off with a moan as he pushed a finger between her folds.

A loud knock at the door nearly gave her a heart attack.

Alessandro barely reacted, it was as if he hadn't heard the loud banging.

She squirmed in his hold as he moved his fingers in and out of her. The tension rose in her stomach as she felt herself near her high.

"Mate, hurry up. The debrief starts in 8 minutes."

Dakota let out a breath of relief as his PR manager walked away from the door. A quiet moan fell from her mouth as she came, falling limp against his chest.

She could feel his chest shaking as Alessandro laughed, clearly amused with her state.

Dakota glared up at him. She ran her hands down his skin tight suit, stopping at the edge of the waistline in a teasing manner.

Two could play that game.

Dakota stifled a laugh, glancing down.

Alessandro glared at her, not appreciating her amusement with the situation.

"Dakota it's not funny."

"Hm, really?" she hummed in amusement, kneeling in front of him

"What are you doing," he spoke, his voice sounding strained as her hands went to the zipper of his race suit.

"Good question, what am I doing?" she replied, a playful tone in her voice.

She was enjoying his flustered state.

"Dakota, I have a-" he paused to take in a deep breath as she ran her hand over the bulge of his boxers. "Briefing in 8 minutes."

"I don't see the problem," she shrugged.

"Fuck," he muttered, throwing his head back.

Dakota smirked, enjoying the curses that were leaving his lips. His adam's apple was prominent as he leaned his head back, his eyes closed. His hands fisted her hair, pushing her head up and down. Her small hands wrapped around the base, working like magic. He grunted as his tip hit the back of her throat.

"I'm close," he grit out, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Sweat lined his forehead, curling his hair. He expected her to release him, but instead she kept going.

He opened his eyes, taking in the sight in front of him. Her down on her knees, taking his cock into her mouth. It was better than anything he'd imagined.

A moan threatened to escape his lips, forcing him to bite down on his lip. Dakota felt him release and she sucked him clean.

"Told you it was more than enough time," she said, standing up. Her cheeks were flushed, as were his.

Alessandro quickly fixed his appearance, running a hand through his hair. He turned, catching her gaze as she lingered in the doorway of his bathroom. She bit her lip, giving him an innocent smile. With one last look at Dakota, he opened the door and headed out to his briefing.