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  1. Public Bookmark 13

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    Monaco belongs to Charles.

    This is his home race, his people. Even on pole, Max feels almost claustrophobic surrounded by a devotion not meant for him; a devotion that he could never give.

    Max tells himself it doesn't matter anymore, that whatever they had is gone. Still, the ache lingers, blooming behind his ribs whenever he catches a flash of red. He clings to control because it's the only thing keeping him steady. If he can just win this race, maybe he won't have to look too closely at what he lost.

    Monaco, though...

    Monaco doesn't let him forget. Monaco takes, and it keeps asking Max for a price he can't pay. Not today, and definitely not tomorrow.

    If only he could make it to tomorrow.

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    27 Jan 2026

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    Max is an embarrassing amount of gin and tonics into the night when Lando shouts very loudly into his ear.

    “Does Charles pay for everything for you?”

    “What?” Max shouts back.

    “I mean like– Seems like he’s always paying for you, mate,” Lando says. Holds both hands up in the air and dubiously glances to the side. “Not that I’m judging or anything.”

    “He doesn’t pay for everything,” Max lamely insists.

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    25 Jan 2026

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    “Of course, I know you are not a criminal.” Max quickly reassures Charles.

    “Oh,” Charles finally says with a nonchalant roll of his shoulders. “But it’s true, though? I am a mafioso. It’s not exactly a secret. I thought you knew. The whole of Monaco knows.”

    Huh, Max thinks.

    “Huh?” Max says.

    “Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh,” Max says again.

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    25 Jan 2026

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    “I…it's just that there’s a race tonight, Osc.”

    Something sinister snapped in his mind. Oscar’s fingers dug into the hard plastic of the phone, almost painful with the force of the grip. “Are you serious? You can’t–it’s one race, Lando.”

    “Every race counts, baby,” Lando argued, though there was no real heat behind the words. They were almost pleading, begging him to understand.

    But Oscar was tired of understanding.

    He’d done nothing but understand their entire relationship, and look where it had gotten him.

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    Lando Norris. Two time Formula 1 world champion, McLaren golden boy, driver of the ages. And in recent years, loving husband and father.

    Sometimes, Oscar wondered what labels the world would assign to him. Oscar Piastri. Loving husband and father, sure.

    But was there anything else?

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    In which we explore the loss of identity that comes with being a WAG, a parent, and a husband.

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    23 Jan 2026

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    Rozanov poked a finger into Shane’s hip. Shane looked down, breath catching on a gasp at the sight of slowly fading handprint shaped red marks on his hips. Rozanov’s hands. Rozanov had held onto him so closely, fucked into him so hard, that he left marks on Shane’s skin.

    Shane should have been pissed, but really, if he hadn’t just come three times, he’d be hard in an instant. Part of him wished Rozanov had held him even tighter, held him hard enough to bruise.

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    21 Jan 2026