“Starting Monday, you will have a bodyguard with you and he will be able to give you certain orders.”

Mr. Perez's words that day had begun the torture for Sergio. It was less to say that the boy had been behaving capriciously, spoiled and completely out of place in recent months, since his family was very large and well-known in the city of New York.

Checo had always been that way, although after arguing and reaching an agreement with his parents, he would have to have a bodyguard for at least half a year and thus keep all his luxuries, his behavior needed to change, and he was determined to do so as quickly as possible, he hated the idea of having a babysitter.

And there he was, a grimace adorning his freckled face as a maid opened the front door of the home. A tall man walked through the door and a hoarse, loud voice echoed out, addressing Antonio, Sergio's father.

“Good morning, sir. My name is Max Verstappen, I am a graduate of the West Point Military Academy.”

A man greeted his father and Checo's brown eyes fell on him. He was noticeably taller than him, with a piercing turquoise gaze that could intimidate or make anyone uncomfortable.