ELEVEN

Sara Cohen was definitely not expecting to come face to face with her daughter.

In São Paulo of all places.

She had just left the spa, having had a super relaxing massage from her massage therapist, Pedro, and climbed in to her car, a black range rover.

Much to her surprise, her daughter was sitting in the back of the car, having somehow managed to break in to the vehicle and lock it again once she was inside.

Larissa had not stopped glaring at her, forcing her to drive away from the spa and towards her childhood home, with the woman instantly agreeing.

She was being held hostage by her own daughter.

As soon as the car pulled in to the driveway, Sara inhaled deeply, glancing back in the mirror to see her daughters ice cold glare. The one she learnt from her uncle.

"Get out of the car and get inside the house, mother. I think it's time you told me every dirty little secret you're hiding."

"Baby, what is-"

"NOW!"

Sara flinched as her daughter shouted at her, immediately unclipping her seat beat and scrambling in to the house that held so many memories for the both of them.

Upon entry of the large mansion, Sara's eyes found those of their neighbor Pete, who was sitting on the stairs of the grand house, his wide green eyes staring straight at them.

"Pete, what are you doing here?"

Pete pointed to the young girl beside the woman, as the Brazilian girl scoffed.

"What? Not happy to see your bit on the side now that you don't have a husband?" Larissa glared at the pair of them, watching as Sara's body stiffened as the words left her daughters mouth.

"Baby, I can explain, I swear!"  Sara panicked, not even glancing at the man behind her as she reached for her daughters hands.

"Go on, I'm waiting." The young Cohen girl scowled, pulling her hands out of her mothers grasp.

"He seduced me."

"Bullshit." Both Larissa and Pete spoke up in unison.

"Now, I haven't got all day, my flight leaves in 5 hours, so tell me right now." Larissa glanced down at her watch, a gift from her team mate Pierre, and gave their neighbor a side glance, seeing him nod his head.

Sara's bottom lip trembled, eyes becoming glassy as tears filled her eyes. "I was unhappy. Pete gave me comfort that Luiz didn't."

Pete sighed, his eyes meeting the young girls. "Luiz gave your mother everything she ever wanted, except one thing."

"What was it?"

"Attention." Pete admitted, seeing the young girls mother shoot him a glare signalling that he should shut up. "You were his number one, and your mother hated that. She wanted to have attention, so she came to me. Your father noticed her distance, kid. He knew that your mother was having an affair."

Sara's eyes widened to the size of saucers. "He knew the whole time? How?"

Pete looked down at the grand staircase that he was sat on. "I told him. He confronted me, and I didn't want to lie to him, so I told him everything. He cared more about how his daughter would take the separation of her parents than how much he was hurting."

"Why him?" Larissa looked back at her mother, pointing towards her old neighbor.

"I-"

"My wife had just died, I wanted company. If I could go back, I would never go near your mother. I should have been grieving for my wife, instead I was sleeping with someone else's." Pete rose to his feet, walking past the woman who attempted to grab at his hand, failing as he moved away from her.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart. Your father was too good for this world. As are you. I hope that in time, you can forgive me for breaking apart your family." Pete placed his hand on her shoulder.

"If it wasn't you, it would have been someone else. You were grieving. You don't have to apologise." Larissa gave a soft smile to the man, seeing his face flush with relief.

She turned her head back to her mother. "That, does though. In my father's will, it was stated that I own this place, and everything inside it, and that I am to have his entire estate and fortune."

Sara shook her head, she knew it was coming.

"I want you out. I want you out of my life, where the only place you will know about me is from news articles. Because that's all you deserve. I'm done with you, Sara."

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As soon as Larissa Cohen walked in to the paddock, all eyes were on her. Zahra had a hold of her arm, aiding her in walking slightly, but surprisingly, someone else rushed to help her.

And it made Zahra's heart stop.

Valterri Bottas smiled softly at both girls as he allowed the Cohen girl to put her weight on him to aide her with walking, and helped her walk through the paddock, seeing all the other drivers on the grid were watching her with soft smiles.

"You well enough to drive?" Bottas questioned the girl carefully.

"Yes." Larissa nodded, as Valterri noticed that in the corner of his eyes that the Bailey woman was subtly shaking her head.

"Lewis told me to tell you, that he fixed that photo frame." Valterri spoke to her, seeing her face lighting up in to a bright smile.

"Really?"

"Yes, apparently, he had help from Toto and his wife too." Valterri admitted as Zahra's mouth dropped.

"Mr Mercedes man helped you? Oh my god, Lis! You could join Mercedes!" Zahra giggled, not noticing how the Finnish man's face morphed into a sad and pained look.

"I'm not after your seat, Valterri." Larissa reassured him, seeing him smile at her in relief. "If I'm joining Mercedes, I'm kicking Lewis down in to a Williams and stealing his seat."

Valterri couldn't help but laugh loudly at the young girl, a beaming smile plastered on to his face showing no sign of disappearing. His blue eyes glistened with happiness.

"It would be an honor to be a second driver to the future World Champion." Larissa laughed, shaking her head.

"If I would be your team mate, we'd both be world champions, I'm sure on that one."

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"Are you fit to drive?"

"I would not be here if I wasn't." Larissa spoke, her arms folded in front of her chest, as she stood in a standoffish position.

"It's just with you being a wom-"

"I'm gonna stop you right there, before I get a fine from the FIA and lose my seat from punching you in your face." Larissa glared coldly at the team principal of Toro Rosso, Franz Tost.

"We just want to be careful, that's all. I didn't mea-" Franz held his hands up in defence from her glare.

It reminded him of a certain Schumacher glare.

"I'm getting in that car, and I'm driving around that track, and I am getting a podium. Nothing and nobody is stopping me, especially you. Take your sexist thoughts and say them to your wife, see if she appreciates it." Larissa glared once again at the man, who gulped thickly, a nervous look on his face.

"Go and get yourself a podium, kid."

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To say the crowd in Baku were in shock to see Larissa Cohen climbing in to a formula one car, only a few weeks after her near fatal crash, would be an understatement.

But, she looked determined in Qualifying to do well. Which was why it was so disappointing for the crowd when she finished last in qualifying.

But, it didn't falter her determination. The day of the Baku Grand Prix had approached and every single driver on the track was not only worried for her, but they were worried for themselves.

The coldness on her face was something so new that even her uncles were in shock. All of the drivers were worried that she would take risks, drive dangerously, take them out in her determination and anger.

She was so determined. She was doing this.

As soon as the race started, her car leapt from last place, immediately shooting up four places, in which the commentators screamed as one of the best starts of the century.

Kevin Magnussen was easily overtaken, followed by Charles Leclerc, who seemed in awe of the way that she was driving. She was driving just like her father.

Her Uncle Fernando could see her soaring towards him in his mirrors and whilst he had wanted to give her the place, he knew that she would want to battle for it.

The former world champion didn't have a chance to though, because as he took the inside line to defend, her car flew past him, squeezing her way past as if it was effortless as she took 13th place.

Kimi Raikonnen nearly had a heart attack behind the wheel as his niece's car was visible in his mirrors.

He was currently sitting in 6th, had she really managed to get to 7th place despite starting from the back?

The Uncle and Niece duo battled, but despite his experience, her determination, and anger seemed to make her come out on top. Because she overtook him, with barely half an inch of room between her car and the wall.

"Perez is next. 7 drivers have DNF so you're in good for points. Don't take risks , we need you to get those points."

Her radio engineer spoke to her, and she shook her head from inside the car. Seriously?

"I don't need you so go and make yourself useful and tell Franz that I said that he's a dick."

"Understood."

"You should do, dumbass."

What was her engineer so worried about?

She was the daughter of Luiz Cohen, the niece of Michael Schumacher, Fernando Alonso and Sebastian Vettel, the goddaughter of Kimi Raikonnen, the little sister of Lewis Hamilton, the girl who insulted other drivers all the time, no matter who they were or how successful they were.

She soared up to 4th, having overtaken Sergio Perez of Force India, with just Sebastian Vettel left in her way, stopping her from a podium.

And get a podium, she did.

Vettel was on the final stretch as his car was pipped to third by his niece, and why he yelled in frustration at having lost a podium, as soon as he turned to his left, his face light up and he cheered.

"SHE GOT A PODIUM! OUR GIRL GOT A PODIUM! LUIZ SHE GOT A PODIUM!"

"P3! P3! KID! WELL DONE!"

Her radio engineered cheered for her, hearing her screams of joy.

"WOOOO! P3! GET FUCKED SARA! I GOT P3 DAD! I DID IT!"

Sebastian burst in to tears at the pride swelling in his chest, turning to see her hand was visible through the gap of the halo, before he burst in to laughter.

She was giving him the middle finger.

Just like her dad used to do when he beat his best friends.

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A/N

Less than a month since I started this story, and it's already got 5K reads. Thankyou so much!

-RUBY