Max Verstappen prided himself on many things: efficiency, intimidation, and his unfortunately excellent tailoring.
What he did not pride himself on was the fact that Carlos Sainz Sr ... Captain of the Madrid Organized Crime Division ... had declared a one-man war against him.

“Sir,” one of Max’s lieutenants whispered at his side, “Sainz Sr picked up three of our runners today. No warning. No warrant. Just... swoop.”

Max blinked at him. “He just… took them?”

“Like a grocery run, boss.”

Max exhaled slowly. “And people call me dramatic.”

Normally, cops avoided his business. Too dangerous, too political, too messy. But apparently Captain Sainz Sr had woken up today with a death wish and a moral compass pointing directly at Max’s patience.