SIXTY ONE

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE, ASSAULT AND RAPE

Canada was nice.

Except for the fact that it was the home race of the Racing Point driver, Lance Stroll.

Larissa hated him.

She didn't really have a proper reason, but everything that he did wrong just added to the list of why she hated him.

He hit on her at the party at the start of last season, he crashed in to her, he nearly made her hit a wall, he breathed in her direction, he knocked over her drink, he stole Esteban's seat.

He may have helped and caught her when she escaped her burning car in Germany, but it would never change how she felt towards him, wanting nothing more than to punch him repeatedly in his stupid face.

"Larissa... can we have a word?"

Lance Stroll asked as he stood in front of the Cohen girl, a sad frown upon his youthful face, hands shaking slightly in nerves.

"Have two... fuck off."

Larissa Cohen spoke without turning to him, too busy typing on her phone and messaging her Japanese friend who was about to start his race. Her hair was down her back instead of tied back, since she hadn't bothered to put her black hair in to a ponytail just yet.

"Larissa, I-I just want to apologise for whatever I've done that made you hate me this much." The Canadian stuttered, biting on his bottom lip as he began to regret it.

"Breathing, that's what." She responded with zero hesitation, not glancing up from her phone. "Get away from me, I can smell your daddy's money from here."

"Is that why you hate me? Because of my dad?" He furrowed his eyebrows together.

"I hate you for you." The Cohen girl snarked. "Do I have to scream for you to leave me alone? Literally, Stroll, get lost. I'm preoccupied here and you're making me misspell my words to Yuki so I would recommend leaving me alone before I punch you, or vow to crash in to you in your home race."

Lance released a sad huff of oxygen from his lungs, nodding his head as he began to step away, admitting defeat and realising that the battle was lost with trying to make Larissa his friend.

As he was walking away, he heard her shout his last name, making him turn around.

"But I was right wasn't I? Didn't take long for daddy's money to buy you a seat." She smirked, still not looking at him. "Now get lost."

Lance nodded and walked away, but he was still able to hear her shout one last remark at him.

"Oh and Esteban says Fuck You."

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"Are you wearing a Brazilian flag made in to a dress?"

"Well I thought I'd make it clear to the Canadians who I'm rooting for!"

Zahra Bailey grinned in happiness as she wrapped her arms around her best friend, a green and yellow dress with small bits of blue covering her body which was made out of a Brazilian Flag.

Her dark skin was glowing, whether it was from the sunlight, the makeup and skincare or just happiness, but Larissa took note of just how stunning she looked, as if she had everything in the world going right for her.

"I'm honored."

Larissa chuckled, her head facing her feet as she felt the warmth in her chest knowing that Zahra was out and walking in the paddock openly wearing her countries flag as an outfit, and looking amazing in it.

"You should be, because I could have worn a German flag, or a Finnish flag, or even a British flag." Zahra shot the Brazilian a playful wink, hearing her scoff.

"You know that you wouldn't dare wear a flag of anybodys country except for mine." Larissa nudged the Bailey woman with her elbow, a smug smile on her lips.

"I hate you." Zahra giggled, pushing her best friends shoulder whilst the girl was trying to pull her shoe on, making her fall to the ground with a thud.

The two girls immediately erupted in to laughter as Larissa laid on the ground just outside of her driver trailer, with only half a shoe on her feet, bright gleeful smiles all over their faces.

"How are you and Charles doing?" Zahra wiggled her eyebrows up and down teasingly, a mischievous grin on her painted pink lips.

"Uh good, yeah." Larissa spoke vaguely, pushing herself back to her feet.

"Right, go on." Zahra released a deep sigh, seeing the Cohen girl looking at her with her eyebrows furrowed together. "You're being vague and I know what that means. Tell me what's on your mind."

"Well, Charles and I haven't done it yet, but that's not what I'm thinking about." Larissa chewed on her bottom lip.

"Wait, you haven't fucked Charles yet? I thought you did that ages ago!" Zahra gasped, her bluntness and volume making her best friend wince.

"Oh yeah, shout it to the world! Jeez, it's a good job that Lewis and Toto can't hear you." Larissa breathed out a deep breath of oxygen. "But no, we just always backed out and resorted to cuddling each other. He likes hugs."

"So.... the last person that you slept with was... who?"

"Max."

Zahra's face fell instantly.

"O-oh." The Bailey woman gulped. "And you're thinking about it because you want to sleep with Charles but every time that you think about it, you end up thinking about Max, right?"

"Yeah." Larissa sighed in defeat, seeing the Bailey woman thinking about to respond and what advice to give.

"This is gonna sound so strange, but just to get you past the hurdle with our lovely little Monégasque Charlie, and please don't ever tell anybody that I've told you to do this otherwise Esteban is gonna be hella confused but... when you're you know, trying, think of Charles as a woman."

"Wait, what?"

Larissa coughed, nearly choking on air since she had expected something strange to leave her best friends lips, but definitely not that.

"Well, it worked for me when I was trying to overcome when a guy- the guy... raped me. I mean, obviously he's not Max because whilst he's an asshole, he still cares unlike him. But when I was first wanting to sleep with Esteban, I imagined him as a woman, which was honestly so strange but at the same time you know how I love women and have slept with many of them so imagining Esteban as a woman just kinda helped."

Zahra explained her theory to the Brazilian, who slowly nodded her head up and down whilst listening, eyebrows furrowed together.

Larissa wrapped her arms tightly around her best friends shoulders and hugged her as hard as she could, knowing that whenever Zahra talked about when she was raped that it would always bring some of the memories back.

"Esteban as a woman is kinda funny now that I'm picturing it." Larissa giggled, changing the subject so that Zahra wouldn't think too much about the bad memories.

"Best sex of my life though." Zahra grinned.

"Ewww! I did not need to know that!"

"Maybe it will work with you and Charles... but talk to him. Charles listens to every single word that leaves your lips as if they're oxygen, he'll listen and he'll understand. Just don't mention the 'imagine Charles as a woman to fuck him' bit. Everything but that." The Bailey woman squeezed the hand of the Cohen girl, seeing her nod her head up and down a couple of times.

"Yeah, I don't plan on telling him about that." Larissa laughed, shaking her head from side to side as she did so.

Zahra released an exaggerated sigh of relief, her hand being lifted up to her forehead to swipe across it.

"Oh thank God."

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"Bothen!"

Lewis Hamilton shouted loudly as he ran towards the two Mercedes drivers, seeing them turn their heads around in confusion.

"Please tell us that you didn't just combine our last names to shout for us both."

Valtteri Bottas and Larissa Cohen grimaced at the name that he had used to shout for them, glancing at each other to pull a face of disgust.

"I went to shout both your names but apparently my brain doesn't work." Lewis laughed as he came to a stop in front of the pair of team mates.

"Get it working." Larissa blurted out. "That was awful."

"How bad?"

"Worse than seeing my dad die in front of me, bad." Larissa raised both of her eyebrows, wondering just how sane her brother was.

"What did you come to tell us?" Valtteri swiftly changed the subject.

"Change of strategy by Toto. Keep Ferrari at bay so the other gets the win, one stop." Lewis spoke quietly, making sure that nobody else could hear them.

"Well I'll hold them off, Valtree can get the win." Larissa instantly agreed, prepared to sacrifice her goal to win the race to help her team mate.

"No. You're P3 behind both Ferrari's. I'm P4. You win, I hold them off." Valtteri immediately disagreed, wanting his team mate to win since it would help her extend her lead in the championship.

"Yeah but you need the points and are the more experienced driver." Larissa argued.

"But you're the better one."

Valtteri informed her, seeing the look of shock that filled her face. He gently patted her on the shoulder before turning to the manager of the young girl who was also his friend and former team mate.

"She will win, I'll hold them off. Make sure Toto knows so that she can't switch up the plan."

Lewis couldn't hide the smile that exploded on to his face, nodding his head up and down as he stepped backwards away from them, watching as they started to climb in to their cars.

He stood with Toto and Lucy as they were waiting for the lights to go green so that they could start, knowing that it would be a battle for them to beat both Ferrari's.

As soon as they did, both Mercedes shot forwards, having a much better start than that of the Ferrari driver Charles Leclerc.

He became fourth as they overtook him, even though he smiled as he watched his girl being the amazing driver that she was.

Larissa's uncle Sebby did not go down as easily.

Whilst her Finnish team mate was keeping her boyfriend behind him to avoid having to defend, the Cohen girl took off towards her uncle, who despite loving his niece, was not about to let her take a win when he needed points.

He considered it payback for that wedding speech.

They battled for almost the entire race, pitting at the same time and lapping other cars at the same team which often included the scissor move where they split to overtake, looking surprisingly like a team even though they were racing rivals.

They knew each others moves way too well for them to really spring a surprise on the other, even the moves of the Late great Luiz Pele Cohen wouldn't work since Sebastian had seen them done enough times to know how to combat it.

What he didn't expect however, was her cocky behavior whilst driving.

Not only would she stick her middle finger up at him and flip him off when they were side by side, but when ever they would go around every single turn, Larissa would make sure that their wheels touched.

Not enough to get a penalty, damage or a crash, but enough for sparks to appear.

He figured that she was trying to make him chicken out and give her more space so that she could swoop in and around and take the lead, but it still surprised him massively.

It was only her second year in Formula One. Her first in a Mercedes, a championship winning car.

How she managed to get the balls to do skills that not even some of the most experienced drivers would attempt, he had no idea.

But she did.

She wanted to be on that number one podium and shout 'Foda-se vadia' to the world.

And especially to her grandfather, André Santos, who she had visited in prison only a few days before.

Because his trial was due to start next week.

And Larissa was determined to see him go down for life for what he did to her dad, her father, her papa.

Who was looking down on her from above, an Angel in the sky above as he watched his daughter kick his best friends ass to win the Canadian Grand Prix.

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A/N

I am so sorry for the trigger warning, please forgive me.

If you're a victim of abuse, assault or rape of any kind, my dms are open and so is my book black out days where trauma dumps are common. You're a survivor and I love you.

Anyway, what do you think?

*Oscar got P4 in a Mclaren guys, what the fuck. Rookie of the century.

Ooo just remembered so adding this in, legacy hit 300K reads, so thankyou all! I can't believe this book is nearly over 💔

Anyway, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and I'll see you all soon for the next one,

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

P.s I need to stop making every single authors note so long, I am so sorry

-RUBY