“We’re soulmates,” Lance says, leaning back in his chair, arms stretched up behind his head, grinning. Fernando places his hands flat on the table, palms down, and exhales heavily.
Sebastian looks at Fernando, and then at Lance, and back at Fernando, eyeing his tense shoulders. Lewis is still sitting in his chair, head between his knees, trying to breathe around his laughter. “What did he do to that old man, Seb?”
“Oh my god, Lewis,” Sebastian says, voice flat and solemn, every word precise, eyes serious. “He fucked that old man.”
Lewis makes a dying sound as Fernando picks up his chair, throwing it at Sebastian’s smiling face. The back of Fernando’s brain lights up as Lance laughs, Fernando’s fingers tingling with it.
no bc nando goin on one of his stupid long shakespeare villain monologues n lance just goes ‘🙄🙄 ok old man are u done’ n nando lookin at him like ‘yeah :3’
EXACTLY! nando being overdramatic and insane and lance not falling for it for a single fucking second. probably gives him a suggestion on what to say next time to make it more impactful.
Fernando has a long and lucrative history of pulling heists, but ever since his last mission went sideways, he’s been taking a break and staying out of trouble. However, the week before the Monaco Grand Prix, he’s recruited for another job: stealing the diamond on Lawrence Stroll’s yacht. His role is simple… seduce Lawrence’s son.