FORTY FIVE

"Papa! Look at my trophy! Look at it, Papa!"

Six year old Larissa Cohen beamed as she jumped up and down with a first place trophy in her hand.

Luiz Cohen grinned in excitement for his little girl and scooped her up in to his arms as she barrelled in to him, enciting loud laughter to leave the throats of his best friend's who had come to support their girl.

"How's our little champion doing?"

Kimi Raikonnen gave the girl a soft smile as he began to tickle the child and her stomach, finding that his smile had started to grow as the child released happy screams.

"Uncle Sebby! Hold my trophy!" Larissa pushed her trophy in to the face of the young German, seeing him accept it with a glint in the blue of his eye.

"Have I won?" Sebastian Vettel gasped as he took a hold of the trophy from the little girl that he loved, finding her clambering out of her father's grasp.

"No but have my trophy! You can't win one anyway so it's the closest you'll get to it." Larissa grinned as she clung to the leg of the young German driver.

"Luiz, have you been teaching her the insults that you have for us?" Fernando Alonso laughed as his head shook from side to side.

"No, she has learnt them all by herself, haven't you chuchuzinho?" Luiz ruffled the dark hair of his daughter, causing her to lift her head up to stare up at him.

"Uncle Nando looks like Webber when he cries and that's a fact!" Larissa grinned mischievously, seeing the Spanish man gasp in surprise.

"You are a menace, little one." Fernando smirked at the child, seeing her smirk back at him with a devilish look in her eye.

"And you are a very small man." Larissa giggled as she ran to another one of her uncles, as she saw him approaching.

"Mausi, how are not screaming about your win?" Michael Schumacher questioned as he carried the young girl in his arms in a princess carry.

"Because I don't want to upset Uncle Sebby since he doesn't have a win and he won't know what it feels like." Larissa stuck her tongue out at her uncle Sebastian, causing the young man to return the gesture instantly.

"Is that why he's holding your trophy?" Michael chuckled at the little girl, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"Yeah because he doesn't have any so he needs to hold one and know how it feels so he doesn't cry!"

The group of men couldn't hide their smiles at the young girl who was basically the carbon copy of her father, and it made their hearts ache, wanting to burst from just how much they all loved the little girl that they all called their own.

"Alexander Hamilton!"

Larissa screamed loudly, breaking the men out of their thoughts instantly as she reached her arms out to grab the Hamilton man.

Lewis Hamilton beamed in happiness as the young man grabbed the child who was reaching out for him, and pulled her in to his grasp so that she had her legs around his waist.

"Hey there, future world champion." Lewis winked at the girl, seeing her brightly smiling at him, before she buried her face in to his neck.

"Papa, can Alexander Hamilton come to the family dinner tonight?" Larissa questioned, since the family always had a family dinner together, with all of her uncles with them.

"Oh no, I don't want to intrude." Lewis gently shook his head from side to side since whilst he was good friends with the father and uncles of the young girl, he did not want to intrude on their traditions.

"Nonsense, Lewis. You are always welcome, and there is always a spare place at our table for you." Luiz patted the boy on his shoulder, seeing him smile softly at him.

"Are you sure?"

"Hamilton, join the fucking family already!" Larissa screamed loudly, until a hand shot to her mouth to cover her lips.

"Sebastian! Have you taught her more swear words?" Luiz yelled as his daughter rapidly shook her head from side to side whilst having her mouth covered by the hand of the young German.

The young Larissa smiled underneath his hand, as she was very well aware that it was not in fact Sebastian who had taught her more swear words, but in fact a British driver.

"Nope! Jensie has!"

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"So how do you feel?"

Zahra Bailey and Pierre Gasly questioned their best friend as she sat in the apartment of the Bailey woman, with all of her trophies in front of her.

"Like I've got all my trophies in front of me." Larissa Cohen deadpanned, lifting her gaze up to meet the eyes of her team mate and her best friend.

"So you don't feel happy? Or sad?" Pierre furrowed his eyebrows together as he stared at his best friend.

"I feel like I've got all of the trophies that I lost in front of me. And I have. What do you want me to feel?" Larissa leant back against the headboard of the bed of the Bailey woman, since she could feel a migraine forming in her skull.

She had joined both Zahra and Pierre in breaking in to the storage unit that her mother had been spotted going in to, and whilst she was very happy to finally have the trophies that were belonging to both her and her father, she just couldn't get rid of the feeling of numbness that was in her heart.

Zahra shuffled her body closer to her best friend, pulling the girl against her chest and used her free hand to run her fingers through the long dark hair of the Brazilian.

Zahra pressed a gentle kiss to the top of her best friends head, since she knew that her best friend was suffering with everything in her head at the moment, and could feel her best friend trembling slightly in her arms.

"Lis, your Grandfather has been arrested and he will spend the rest of his miserable little life rotting in a prison cell for what he did, and if your mother has anything to do with, we'll take her down too." Zahra comforted her best friend as Pierre began to draw circles on the back of the Cohen girls hand.

"He'll get sent down for attacking me, not for killing my dad, Z!" Larissa released a groan, since she knew that she would never be able to get her father justice.

"But what about Zahra's confession video?" Pierre questioned, since he knew that Zahra had attacked the elder man and recorded his confession.

"We don't think that it will be able to be used in court, because I attacked him to get the confession." Zahra admitted sadly, since she had spoke to their lawyer and had been told not to expect much.

"I'm going to message uncle Kimi, and see if he has anything that can be used from when I was kidnapped and he saved me." Larissa muttered as she reached towards her phone, unlocking it.

Her fingers scrolled through her phone, looking for anything that she could use in taking down both her grandfather and her mother, since she had given the diary that was her fathers to somebody who she knew that she could trust with her life.

Hanna.

The fiancée of Sebastian Vettel had always been supportive of the Cohen girl, and had always had her back, since she would be so understanding if Larissa had contacted her, or if Sebastian had needed her to postpone their wedding.

Hanna treated Larissa as if she was her own daughter, similar to that of Lucy, and Larissa had given her the diary that she knew her grandfather had been looking for, without telling anybody, especially Sebastian.

"Lis, what's wrong?"

Larissa's eyes widened to the size of saucers as she stared at her phone screen, before she threw herself off the bed that she was laying on to run out of the front door, not even hesitating and leaving her best friends staring dumbfounded at the wide open door.

Larissa Cohen ran through the streets of Monaco, until her knuckles found a familiar door, knocking frantically on the door until it was pulled open to come face to face with a familiar face.

"Lis? Hey, calm down for me, okay?"

Lewis Hamilton furrowed his eyebrows together before the woman grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him out of his front door.

"Lis, where are you taking me?"

Larissa pushed the Hamilton man in to the driver side of her car, handing him her car keys before she chambered in to the passenger side, since she did not want to drive in the frantic state that she was in.

"Just shut up and drive." Larissa panted as her brother immediately obliged and slammed his foot down on to the gas pedal.

"Shutting up and driving." Lewis muttered underneath his breath as he drove since he did not want to agitate the woman who he called his sister.

Larissa wasn't sure if the blood within her body had frozen or boiled, because she had noticed something on her phone.

A voice note.

A seven hour voice note.

On the day that she had been kidnapped.

And she had a pretty good idea of what it had caught, she had a pretty good idea that it had captured not only her whole argument with her grandfather, but also a confession and everything afterwards.

It meant that if her mother was involved, that the voice note could potentially hold the key, to making sure that the both of them went to prison for the rest of their lives.

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Kevin Magnussen and Romain Grosjean were definitely not expecting to come face to face with their Brazilian friend as they returned to the hotel room of the Danish driver.

Nor were they expecting her to pull out a bottle of tequila from her bag, as she waited outside of the door for the two of them.

They noticed how her eyes were puffy and red, and a little bit swollen signalling that she had been crying, making to two of them furrow their eyebrows together in concern.

"Miss Brazil, what's happened? Are you okay?" Romain placed his hands on both of her shoulders and rubbed his hands up and down to comfort her.

"I got him." Larissa's voice broke slightly as she stared at the two of her friends, seeing their faces fill with realisation.

"You got him? Your Grandfather?" Kevin raised his eyebrows as he surged to hug his best friend.

"He's been charged for my dad's murder, my mom has been arrested for assisting." Larissa barrelled in to the chest of the Magnussen man as Romain opened the door to the hotel, as Kevin hugged her tightly.

All she had ever wanted in her life was to get justice for her father, and make sure that his killers suffered for what they did, and it seemed as though she had finally managed to do it.

Her father had been gone for a whole eleven years, and now it made a very small part of her feel as though it was okay that he was gone.

Because she had done everything within her to catch his killer.

She had got him.

"So we're drinking to celebrate or to cure depression?" Kevin wrapped his arm around the girls shoulder as he walked with her in to his hotel room, since it was something that the two of then always did if they needed a distraction.

It was the day before qualifying, and only a few hours before free practise, but the two of them knew that they would not be under the influence before they got in to the car.

Romain always made them breakfast to make sure.

"Can we drink to my dad?" Larissa stared at the two of her friends, seeing them smiling at her as the French man placed three glasses down on to the table.

Kevin and Romain exchanged a look of understanding in their eyes as they sat down with the girl, as the Magnussen man pulled the girl down so that she was sitting in between the two of them.

"Of course, we drink to the World Champion Cohen, with the future World Champion Cohen." Romain nudged the girl slightly to shoot her a wink, since he wanted to see her smile.

Kevin lifted his head up to stare at the ceiling before he smirked and glanced back down at the young girl that was his best friend.

"Do you want to drink with us Luiz?"

Larissa leant her head against the shoulder of the Magnussen man, and for a second, a gust of wind blew through the room, sending shivers down the spines of the three formula one drivers.

"We'll take that as a yes." Kevin chuckled as the three of them poured shots of alcohol.

The three of them held their shot glasses of tequila in the air whilst closing their eyes and downing their shots.

"To Luiz."

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"You fucked up in practise, so you know that you have to do well with qualifying, right?"

Lucy Appleton spoke to the Brazilian, seeing the girl slowly nod her head up and down whilst staring at her trainer.

"Yeah, I know that since Lance crashed in to me and I crashed in to Max, that it was my fault and whatever, I know." Larissa groaned as she took a sip of her double espresso, just before she got in to the car.

"Lis, I get that you've had a really tough time the past couple of days, but you can't let your anger and your feelings get the better of you whilst you're driving." Lucy attempted to soothe the girl.

"I'm not, but I'm the only one being penalised for a crash that I had no fault in. My car was being pushed in to Max's car by Lance's, and there was literally no possible way that I could have avoided it, but I am the only one recieving a penalty."

Larissa glared as her team principal walked past her, giving her the side eye, and gave the man a sickly sweet smile whilst raising her hand to give the man the middle finger.

She hadn't even noticed the smile that her trainer was giving her, since the woman was having flashbacks to a very similar scene involving the girls father.

She really was her fathers daughter.

"Go and put in a good time kid, you're going to need it when you have your penalty." Franz Tost spoke to the girl as she walked past him, heading towards the car.

Larissa Cohen sauntered past the man as she once again gave him the middle finger, being incredibly glad that she was leaving for Mercedes next season.

"Go fuck yourself!"

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A/N

SPONTANEOUS PIECE OF SHIT TIME

and once again,

🌠Ruby's mind vibes🌠

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