game theory | francesco bagnaia/marc marquez, royal forced marriage au, part four
Two photos dominate the front page of an Italian magazine. The first shows Pecco, his hand wrapped firmly around Bezzecchi’s wrist, face hidden, but the motion is clear. The second though is worse—Marco is practically pressed against Pecco’s side, his mouth dangerously close to the other’s, as they’re hopping into a black van parked near what Marc recognizes as the back entrance of a club. Barcelona, probably. He feels his stomach twist, blinding anger rippling through his spine. “What the fuck, Pecco,” Marc exhales.












