SIXTY FOUR

"Hi there, you must be new to the neighborhood it's nice to meet you."

Larissa Kimi Cohen smiled to herself as she stood in front of a house that she knew all too well, since it was directly next to hers.

The owner of the house stood with a large box in their hands and a huge grin which seemed to be of excitement, their partner standing beside them whilst also holding a box.

"It's nice to meet you, my name is Esteban."

Esteban Ocon laughed as he stood in front of his best friend who had just walked over from her own house next door to greet him as he was moving in.

"And my name is Zahra, my boyfriend and I fell in love with the neighborhood because we have a friend living near here."

Zahra Bailey laughed as she stood beside her boyfriend, since they were moving in together, though they both still had their apartments in Monaco for when they were needed in Europe.

The two of them moved out of the way of the door so that the Brazilian could enter through it, entering the house which Zahra had spent the past week painting before moving belongings in, smiling at just how different it looked to how she remembered it.

The house was much brighter in color, since Zahra had painted the walls throughout the house a pastel blue color to match with the light grey wooden flooring that she had fitted with the help of Pierre.

They were already busy with hanging up photos and decorations which made the house be filled with much more love than what was previously in it.

There were no pictures anymore of Pete with her father, or Pete with her mother or Pete with herself but instead many pictures of Zahra and Esteban as well as the pair with many of their friends, including Larissa.

The pair smiled as the Cohen girl grabbed a hold of one of the boxes, lifting it towards the living area to help them with unpacking their belongings for their new home.

She quietly hummed along to a Brazilian song that she had grown up with, as she unpacked things from the boxes and placed them on the large pieces of furniture that were already in the house.

She didn't even know that she had been doing it for hours and had gone through over ten different boxes until the pair who lived there entered the room and pulled her away and on to the sofa.

"Thanks for helping us, Lar. We know it must be weird for you to be here." Esteban smiled gently as he sat inbetween his two favorite girls, both of his arms wrapped around their shoulders.

"As long as neither of you stand creepily in the window then I'm sure that I'll be fine." Larissa chuckled, seeing their faces light up.

"We might get a pet donkey."

Zahra blurted out with a large grin upon her glowing face, noticing and hearing the squeal that left her best friends lips as she shot up in excitement.

"Really?"

Larissa gasped in surprise, a grin covering her face which could only be described as childlike, making the French man glance at his girlfriend, feeling like they were not seeing twenty year old formula one driver Larissa right now.

They were seeing a very young Larissa Cohen, full of innocence.

"We might call it Kimi Raikkonen the third."

Zahra giggled at her best friends shocked face, since the name was bringing back memories of her pet donkey who was the second generation of Kimi Raikkonen, which was a gift from her father Luiz.

Without warning, Larissa launched herself over the body of the French man to hug her best friend, with both women immediately erupting in to loud laughter, which Esteban soon joined in with at just how happy they both sounded.

"He has to like ice cream!"

Larissa raised her voice as she laid across her friends, before the three of them laughed, happiness flooding them since it almost felt as if everything was right in the world.

And it was, almost.

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For the first time in the 2019 formula one season, Larissa Cohen had not qualified in the top 3.

It was the Austrian Grand Prix and everybody could see the frustration on the face of the Cohen girl as she climbed out of her car after qualifying in fifth position.

It was not that she had made an error or that there had been on a fault on the car that she was driving, but instead the session had been red flagged after a Red Bull had crashed, coincidentally just after getting pole which meant that she could not go back out and beat their time.

The Red Bull that she was talking about?

Max Verstappen.

The Dutch man was surprised to see the Cohen girl standing near to the Red Bull garage as he exited his car, walking over to her with his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

"What's up? Are you okay?"

Max Verstappen questioned as he came to a stop in front of the five foot two dark haired girl who was glaring up at him.

"I'm on to you, asshole."

Larissa Kimi Cohen sneered up at the Verstappen boy with hatred, making him flinch in surprise from the look that she was giving him.

"What? I don't-"

"It can't be a coincidence that you just manage to beat Leclerc to pole position and then just as I'm about to go and do my lap, you crash. You know how to control your car better than most of these fuckers, so don't act dumb with me." Larissa stepped closer so that her chest was touching his, making him gulp with nerves.

"I locked up."

"If you locked up, then my dad's alive."

Max took a couple of steps away from her as her words hit his ears, a pang of hurt hitting him in his chest at the accusing tone she was giving him.

He had expected it from his rivals, but he had never seen Larissa as a rival.

He had seen her as just Larissa.

"I get you're trying to defend the fact that I beat your boyfriend but-"

"Do not bring that in to this. I'm professional enough to not mix that up." Larissa spat at him in anger, the rage flooding her veins as she wondered how he would dare accuse her of being bias.

"It's the fact that literally three seconds after you got pole, you crashed and got the session Red flagged so that nobody could beat you. What's wrong, Verstappen? Scared?"

"If you're such a good driver, you'll be able to get past me no problem." Max shrugged his shoulders nonchantly as he began to let his cockiness overflow, seeing the look of a champion flicker within her dark brown eyes.

"So you're admitting to it." The Cohen girl released a short breath of air, shaking her head from side to side in disbelief.

"So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?"

Max asked with intrigue, watching as she began to step backwards away from him and head back towards her garage, a competitive smirk plastered on to her lips.

"You're going to see what Cohen's can really do."

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Was it a coincidence that as Larissa Cohen was overtaking first place Max Verstappen, their cars hit each others?

Larissa would say no, but then again, she was in first place and the other car was now dropping down in position having suffered severe damage.

It meant that Leclerc, Bottas, Vettel, Gasly and Norris had all managed to overtake the stricken Red Bull who was now trying his best to keep his car in the points and stay in the race to avoid having to retire the car and leave the race.

"Investigation ongoing in to your collision with Verstappen. Get clear."

Her radio engineer spoke to her, informing her of the information that the Brazilian would need to know about but would otherwise not speak up to avoid being screamed at.

She had already traumatised her previous radio engineer Matthew, who was now the radio engineer for Daniil Kvyat, so they knew not to mess with her or annoy her over the radio.

"That's exactly what I'm doing."

Larissa responded with a much less mean tone that what she used to have when racing with Toro Rosso, concentrating solely on getting as far ahead as she could.

She didn't get as far ahead as she would have liked, since she knew that she had sustained minor damage herself, which meant that she had another driver visible in her mirrors but she didn't mind.

It was Charles Leclerc, after all.

She had been to dinner with the Leclerc boy and his family only two days previously and she had really enjoyed it.

They welcomed her as if she was going to be forever sticking around which had made her chest swell with happiness at actually feeling wanted by a family and a woman who was a mother.

Because she had never had that when she was growing up.

Charles would often tell her stories from when he was a child about caring and loving his mother was and still is, as well as stories about his father who she had never met, but had seen in the distance at a couple of old races when they would compete against each other but never talk.

He also told her that his mother was the person who had always cut his hair no matter how old he was, which almost made her collapse at how adorable it sounded.

Pascale Leclerc had even offered to do Larissa's hair too, since Larissa had come up with the idea of possibly dying her hair blonde, but she wasn't sure. At least she knew that if she did, that she would have somebody to help her do it.

When Larissa eventually crossed the finish line in first place, Charles had only been four seconds behind her which had meant that if she suffered any sort of penalty, then the Monégasque would recieve the win instead of her.

The first win for Charles Leclerc however, never came.

It was deemed a racing inchident and so Larissa Cohen was back on the first place podium with a smug smile whilst Max Verstappen had only just managed to stay in the points, beaten by her uncle Kimi and so finishing in tenth place.

Her uncle Sebby had finished third which meant that there were two ferrari drivers with her on the podium, the elder of which had lifted her on to his back so that he could give her a piggyback.

Charles stood back with a fond smile upon his face as he watched the two of them celebrate once again, before he sprayed his bottle of champagne over the two of them, which encited loud cheers from the crowd.

Pete Gibson stood at the back of the crowd as he looked up at the podium, seeing the young Cohen girl who he had seen grow up celebrating for having won yet another race.

He held a soft smile on his face as his hands clapped together for her, knowing that whilst she knew that he had helped get her father dead, that he had also helped her get her father justice by helping get her grandfather in prison and selling his house so that she would not have to see his face every single day living next door.

He wasn't originally planning on selling the house to Esteban Ocon, since the first person to actually try and buy the house was in fact Lance Stroll but when his offer was beaten by that of Zahra Bailey, he figured that people Larissa knew were trying to buy the house to make her feel more at ease.

Even if Zahra had to eventually back out as Esteban bidded way more than what the house was worth, she still won in the end, since the French man had always planned to share the house with his girlfriend.

As the podium ceremony was done and the trophies were handed out, champagne sprayed, Pete found himself stepping away from the scene, not wanting people to see him.

He was still proud of her though.

He just hadn't noticed that the eyes of three people had in fact spotted him, a young couple and an uncle of the young woman in that couple. Zahra, Esteban and Kimi.

Also amongst the crowd were their fellow drivers who were cheering for them and clapping, though the only Dutch driver on the grid was glaring at the race winner, hurt stabbing him in his chest.

He knew now, not to mess with a Cohen.

Especially Larissa Kimi Cohen, future world Champion.

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A/N

It's hit midnight here which means that it is my birthday and that I am officially 22 years old and I feel old.

'Alexa play Taylor Swift, 22.'

What do you think?

I have a name for the Larissa's company, which will be shown in the next chapter, but thankyou danielricsupermercy for the name, Mariam I love you ❤️

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter and I will see you all soon for the next one,

I'm so proud of all of you, my loves

Love you all,

-RUBY