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The bodyguard | Chapter 7 (part 2)

Part 1 | Next chapter (coming out on Thursday)

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Rúben's pov

“Here she comes!” one of the mechanics says as Martina walks into the garage, everyone clapping and cheering for her.

“Oh, my darling” her father says, hugging her. “I am so proud of you. So so proud. I knew this day would come!”

“It could have come a bit earlier, tho” she says, making everyone laugh.

She has finished second in the Miami GP after Charles, her first podium in Formula 1. And like her father, I couldn't be prouder of her. Of what she has achieved, of what it means for her, the team and others.

And her smile since the moment she took off her helmet… God. I think I've never seen anything more beautiful. She was and still is glowing. She could probably light up the whole circuit and even the whole city with that smile. She is just… She's… Breathtaking. And breathless is how she is making me feel as she looks at me, her smile growing wider as she nods at me to wait for her in her little room, away from all the cameras and curious looks.

“Sorry for making you wait” she says when she joins me, leaving the trophy on the table. “Everyone wanted to congratulate me and… you know” she shrugs.

“Yeah” I reply. And before we know it, she's closing the space between us and wrapping her arms around my body, me doing the same.

“I am so proud of you, Martina” I say, hugging her tighter. “You were amazing today.”

“Thank you.”

“Though you almost gave me a heart attack during that overtake with Max.”

“What?” she chuckles, moving her head from my chest to look at me.

“It was so tight. And I remember how it felt when you drove past that point, so I don't want to imagine how it must feel going as fast as you two were and while making sure nothing bad happened and… Yeah. It was crazy, and you are fucking amazing, Martina” I smile caressing her cheek.

“I know” she smirks, making me laugh. And then, as we look into each other's eyes, there it is again. Our connection. The one that makes me lean forward as she hugs me closer. But when her lips touch mine…

“No.”

“What?” she says.

“We can't do this, Martina” I say, unwrapping her arms from my body.

“What?” she says again with a confused look.

“We agreed on keeping it professional. On not doing this again.”

“But it's just a kiss, Rúben.”

“A kiss that will take us to another, and another, and another… And we can't, Martina.”

“But…”

“I'm sorry” I say, trying my best to not close the space I've put between us and kiss her like I'm dying to. Because the way she's looking at me… That sadness… I can't bear it.

“It's ok. I understand.”

“Martina” someone says after knocking on the door.

“Yes?” she says, her eyes still fixed on me. Despite what just happened, we can't stop looking at each other.

“Charles is back and the team wants to take a photo with you two and the trophies when you are ready.”

“Yes, of course” she says, finally looking away from me and smiling at the woman on the door. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

“Its ok, don't worry. Take as long as you need to relax and take a breather. You deserve it, and they can wait a bit more” she smiles back.

“Thank you” Martina says.

“We?” I say when we are alone again.

“Of course. You also are part of this.”

“Me? I've done nothing, Martina.”

“Maybe not this weekend, but you have on all the others by being there for me when I needed it the most. All that has led to this, to this trophy, so you also deserve to be in that team photo. Besides, think about how happy your mum is going to be when she sees you with it” she smiles.

“Yeah…” I say, finding myself also smiling. “She's become quite a Formula 1 fan since I started working for you.”

“But she prefers Charles over me” she says, rolling her eyes but still smiling.

“It's the dimples. She loves dimples.”

“They are quite cute, aren't they?” she chuckles. “Anyway, shall we go celebrate my first Formula 1 podium?”

“Let's go.”

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“Don't fall asleep Martina. We are almost at the airport.”

“But I am so tired…”

“That usually happens when you party the way you partied last night” I chuckle.

“Well, it was my first Formula 1 podium. It deserved to be properly celebrated.”

“It did. But don't fall asleep” I say as she rests her head on my shoulder.

“Then tell me something to keep me entertained.”

“Something like what?”

“I don't know. Maybe what you wanted to tell me on Saturday night?”

“Uh?”

“You wanted to tell me something before I went to bed, and it looked important” she says, lifting her head to look at me.

“It wasn't.”

“Rúben…”

“God, you sound like my mum when you use that tone” I laugh. “And… it was about her.”

“That important thing you wanted to tell me?”

“Yeah” I sigh. “I was going to tell you yesterday when you mentioned her after the race, but I didn't want to ruin your moment.”

“Then tell me know. C'mon” she says, taking one of my hands and hers and making circles on my skin with her thumb. I don't know if she's aware she's doing it, but it feels… it…

“It's because of the panic attack from the other day” I say, trying to focus on what I want to tell her and not what she's making me feel. “I had my very first one the day they told us she was sick, and since then I would suffer from them quite regularly, especially when she had to visit the hospital for her treatments. Sometimes the doctors even had to attend me because of how bad they got.”

“I'm so sorry, Rúben…” she says, this time using the sweetest voice, something that mixed with her touch is making me melt inside and… Focus. I must focus.

“Once she started to feel better and they told us things were looking good and that she would be cured I stopped having them so often. Only when she had a doctor appointment I would get one, but they weren't as… strong. Until the other day. I don't know what prompted it. If it was being in a car and feeling scared like when we used to drive her to the hospital, or the tight space and the speed, or… I don't know” I sigh. “But it felt as if I had traveled back in time to those days despite knowing I wasn't there. Despite knowing that my mum was ok, that I was with you, and everything was fine and you were safe. That we both were” I quickly add.

“Sometimes our minds play tricks on us. It's normal.”

“Yeah…” I whisper, my thumb now caressing hers. “Thank you for listening to me, Martina. And for what you did that day. It… it means a lot.”

“I am here for you, Rúben” she says. “Besides all this bodyguarding thing, we also are friends, aren't we? And friends are there for each other during the good times but especially the bad ones.”

“They are” I nod.

“So you better get your shoulder ready for my head and the constant boom boom boom inside it to rest on it during the flight. Maybe even your lap.”

“It'll be there for you, don't worry” I chuckle. “Though I think we should leave the resting on my lap for when we aren't sharing the plane with your dad.”

“Good idea” she says, making us both laugh.

“Thank you for listening to me, Martina” I smile.

“Always” she smiles back.

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The bodyguard | Chapter 7 (part 1)

Author's note: Did you know there is a text limit on tumblr? I just discovered it with this chapter 😂 Part 2 will be linked at the end, don't forget to read it!

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“That was amazing! You are amazing, Martina!”

“Thank you” I smile.

“Can we do it again?” the journalist I just drove around the Miami circuit with me says.

This is my first time doing hot laps, these events where you drive journalists, famous people and now influencers too around the circuit at full speed. And I've loved it.

Seeing their reactions before and after the lap is the best, especially when they go from fear to having fun, which has been the case of this journalist.

“I'm afraid they won't allow that” I say, nodding towards the Ferrari people standing next to us.

“Then same place next year?”

“It's a date” I say, making her laugh.

“Thank you very much for this, Martina” she says as she hugs me. “What you are doing for girls and women all around the world, the way you are inspiring them, is amazing. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Thank you” I say, giving her a little squeeze before we break apart.

“And oh, good luck for the race! After all those fourths, I think it's time for a podium.”

“Fingers crossed” I smile. “Rúben? Rúben, it's your turn.”

“Yeah…” he says, looking at the helmet they are given him. He had asked me if I could drive him too, that he wanted to experience something similar to what I feel on the car and maybe understand me better. But judging by his face, he is regretting it.

“We don't have to do it if you don't want to. They won't mind.”

“What?” he says, looking at me.

“You don't look too convinced.”

“No, no. It's just… Let's do it.”

“Are you sure?”

“100%” he says, putting on his helmet.

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“Ok, this is how… let me do it” I say when Rúben struggles to put on his seatbelt, his hands shaking a bit. “These cars aren't made for someone your size, don't worry.”

“With the money they cost, they probably should.”

“Agree” I chuckle. “And done. So, this is how we are going to do it. I'll start slow and then speed up. If at one point it is too fast for you, just let me know and I'll go slower, same with the way I take the turns. If you start feeling like you are going to get dizzy, let me know and I'll slow down, ok?”

“Ok” Rúben nods.

“Ready?” I say, starting the car's engine.

“Ready” he says, taking a deep breath.

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“Martina, we are going to crash!” Rúben says as I take a turn.

“We are not! And I thought you trusted me!”

“I do!” he says, holding onto his seat as if his life depended on it. “But do you have to… fuck!” he says as I speed up again.

“This is the fastest section of the circuit, but we go faster than this.”

“Faster than this?”

“Yep” I say, breaking as we make it to the next turn, Rúben cursing in Portuguese next to me.

“You are fucking crazy, Martina. Only someone crazy would enjoy this.”

“True” I chuckle. “Ready for the finish line?”

“Never been more ready for anything in my life.”

“Then let's make the most of it” I say, taking the last turn and speeding up. “Congratulations, Mr. Dias!” I say, slowing down and stopping the car when we cross the finish line. “You've done it! How does it feel?”

“I… I…”

“Rúben. Rúben, hey. What is it?”

“I can't breathe.”

“What?”

“I can't breathe, Martina” he says, struggling to take off his helmet.

“Shit” I say, freeing him from the seatbelt and then helping him with the helmet.

“Martina…”

“It's ok, Rúben. It's ok.”

“I can't…. I must… I…” he says as opens the door and leaves the car.

“Rúben, wait. Rúben!” I say as I also leave the car, taking off my helmet and giving it to someone, not sure who. I just have eyes for Rúben, who is walking the way we just came with the car. “Rúben!” I call, running after him. “Rúben, hey. Rúben!” I say, stopping in front of him. “Look at me. Take a deep breath and look at me.”

“Martina…” he whispers.

“Deep breath, c'mon” I say, resting my hands on his chest. “In through the nose… out through the mouth. That's it. C'mon, let's do it again” I say, his chest raising under my hands.

“Martina…” he whispers again, resting his hand on my hips.

“Just focus on breathing. Long deep breaths.”

“I'm sorry” he says when he seems to have relaxed a bit.

“You don't have to apologise, Rúben.”

“I do. I… I should have been stronger, not this weak and pathetic thing. I am your bodyguard, Martina. I'm supposed to protect you, not the other way around.”

“That's bullshit. You are a human being, Rúben. One who has had a panic attack, something that can happen to anyone, myself included. And I, as your friend, I'm here to help you and take care of you.”

“But what about them?” he says, nodding towards where the car is. “What are they going to think of me? Of you?”

“I don't care. I just care about you being ok” I say, caressing his cheek.

“This is only going to fuel the gossip around us, Martina. And the haters too. This… God, this is all my fault. I… I…”

“Come here” I say, hugging him as he starts crying, his hands moving from my hips to wrap around my body, hugging me back.

“Martina, sorry to interrupt” Amanda says. She's the one in charge of everything I do related to the press during each grand prix.

“Not now.”

“But you have an interview, Martina.”

“I said not now!”

“Sorry, umm… I'll tell them something happened and we have to reschedule.”

“Good.”

“They are going to think you are a mean bitch” Rúben chuckles, still hugging me.

“I'll apologize later, don't worry. You are what matters now” I say, squeezing him a bit tighter. “Just you.”

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“Will there be team orders tomorrow to secure a 1-2, or will Ferrari let you and Charles race and fight for the win?” a reporter asks me after qualifying.

“We'll have to wait until tomorrow to see what happens. It will not be just us out there, there are other eighteen drivers trying to do their best.”

“What would you prefer, tho?”

“I mean… I like winning and driving” I chuckle.

“Does that mean that you will attack Charles at the start?”

“It means I'll put everything I have and do my best.”

“Which is something your fans will appreciate” another reporter says. “Have you seen their comments about what happened yesterday?”

“Yesterday?”

“Yes. When you hugged and comforted your bodyguard. Those photos and videos have gone viral, everyone talking about the connection between you two.”

“Richard, I thought you were a journalist specialised in Formula 1. When did you change careers to start reporting about gossip?”

“Oh, Martina. You are so funny” he chuckles.

“I'm not being funny. I'm being serious. I'm here to talk about today's qualifying and tomorrow's race, not my personal life.”

“C'mon, Martina…”

“But you know, since you are so interested in what happened yesterday, let me tell you more about it.”

“There is no need, I…”

“Yes, there is need, Richard” I say. “Yesterday my bodyguard suffered a panic attack, something very human that can happen to any of us. In those photos and videos I was helping him go through it, something I would do with anyone since I also know how it feels, but especially with those I care about, like my family and friends. And he is my friend. Someone who is constantly making sure I am safe and who deserves to also be protected when he needs it, which is what I did yesterday. If people online want to theorise about us being a couple, let them. As long as they don't cross certain lines, it is fine, I don't mind it. We all gossip. But I expected a lot more from someone with a career like yours and who is as respected in the paddock as you are. Though maybe after this you will be a bit less respected, because would you have asked this same question to any of my male colleagues? Have you ever asked any of them about the girls they are photographed with? About the partying or their Instagram likes?”

“I… umm…” he mumbles, his face red as a tomato.

“That's what I thought.”

“Martina…”

“I'm sorry guys, but I won't be answering more questions. There is a race I must focus on” I say, turning my back at the reporters and walking away.

“You know, I should scold you after what you just did…” Amanda says. “But I agree with everything you told that prick.”

“What?” I chuckle.

“I've never liked him. You should see the looks he's given me since I started working for Ferrari, as if I didn't deserve this because I'm a woman.”

“Well, more than once he's said I don't deserve my seat, that there are better male drivers than me.”

“He's a misogynist prick” she says. “Let's hope this part of the interview gets published and goes viral. He deserves to feel the Internet's wrath.”

“I couldn't agree more.”

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“God, Martina” Rúben says as he watches my interview with Richard. “You should have ignored him. Gave him one of those pr answers you are trained to say.”

“No way. He deserved to be called out.”

“But this… this isn't going to help. People are already talking about us because of our bike rides around the circuit and then what happened yesterday. If now we add you defending me like this…”

“Rúben, let them say whatever they want, it is just online gossip. And like I said, as long as they don't cross any line, like stalking us or insulting people I care about, I'm fine with it” I shrug.

“Right.”

“Rúben” I say again, taking his hand on mine. “What is it? You've been acting weird the whole day. You barely talked during dinner, you are… distant. Is it because of everything going on around us?”

“No. I mean… yes, but… no.”

“Yes or no?” I chuckle, giving his hand an encouraging squeeze.

“This is all my fault, Martina. I should have been stronger when I got into that car. I should have dealt with that panic attack, not let it happen. I'm trained for things like this! But I… I…”

“But you were human” I say, caressing his cheek with my free hand and making him look at me. “You were human, and there is nothing wrong with that. I actually like seeing that part of you. It probably is the one I like the most.”

“More than the muscles?” he says, forcing himself to smile.

“I mean, that part is amazing, don't get me wrong. But I like the you behind them a lot more.”

“Even if he's gotten you into a mess with that reporter?”

“You haven't gotten me into any mess, Rúben. He's the one who got himself into one by being, like Amanda said, a misogynist prick. So stop blaming yourself, ok?” I say, caressing his cheek again. “You've done nothing wrong. Nothing. And remember that just as you are always there for me, I also am here for you, Rúben. Always. So if you want to talk or vent, or just need a hug… I am here for you.”

“Thank you, Martina” he smiles. And this time, it is an honest smile, not a forced one.

“You're welcome” I smile back. “Now I guess I should go to bed. I have a big day ahead of me tomorrow.”

“Yes, of course” he says. “But before you go…”

“Yes?”

“Nothing. It's nothing.”

“Rúben…”

“It's nothing” he smiles again. “Go get your beauty rest. There is a race to win tomorrow.”

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‼️ (continues on part 2) ‼️

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