SIXTY THREE

Larissa Cohen was in a prison.

She was by herself, deciding that it would be for the best that nobody came with her because she had some things that she needed to say.

To her grandfather, Andrè Santos. The man who had murdered her father.

She had already passed through security so she couldn't back out now, but she knew that she had to do this and would never back out. Her dark eyes were cold and hard as she prepared herself for seeing the man again, knowing what had to be done.

She had won, now it was time to gloat.

Her sneakers squeaked slightly as she walked along the cold grey floor that resided throughout the prison, approaching the table where her father's killer sat patiently waiting for her arrival.

The Cohen girl sat down in front on him, mere centimetres away from him and his touch, knowing that every thing that he touched, he tended to destroy, with the girl making sure that he would not be able to reach her.

"Anjo, it is so good to see you."

Andrè Santos smiled grimly at his granddaughter, trying to get under her skin and intimidate the young racing driver.

"I'm sure it is, assassino."

Larissa smirked as she leant back against her chair, seeing his face falter momentarily before he was able to mask it behind a smirk of his own.

"I just thought I'd visit you so that you weren't too lonely, you know?" Larissa raised both of her eyebrows in a smug expression, wiggling them up and down and even shooting him a teasing wink. "I mean, no daughter to visit you, no son in law, no Pete, no wife, only me. That's gotta hurt."

"Of course not, it is a pleasure." Andrè lied, knowing what she was doing, using his own gloating behavior against him.

"The person who you thought would be an easy kill is sitting right in front of you, able to leave here whenever they want whereas you are stuck in here every single day of what's left of your miserable little life."

Larissa cackled, smugness in her chest knowing that now she finally had her father's killer in prison, getting what they deserved for ending his life and ruining hers.

She knew that her father would be celebrating right now.

"You were clever, hiding that diary." Andrè snapped, glaring coldly at his granddaughter.

"You never did find out where I hid it after I found it, so I clearly outsmarted you many times." Larissa chuckled, eyes closing momentarily.

"Give me the diary." The fist of the Santos man abruptly slammed on to the table, making the formula one driver open her eyes to stare at him.

"Give me my father back."

"I can't do that."

"Then we both want something that we can't have." Larissa narrowed her eyes coldly at the man sat in front of her, mirroring the look that her father used to give when he was angry. "You killed my dad for money, but then you tried to kill me for that and it doesn't make sense."

"Why? As Stupid as your father?" Andrè laughed, not quite sure where she was going with her conversation.

"If you had just asked me for the money, I would have given it. You didn't need to come after me for it and you certainly didn't need to kill my dad for it either." Larissa spoke in honesty, knowing that between having the money or her father, she would have sacrificed every single bit of her money to keep her papa.

"Everything I did, I did for my family." Andrè scoffed disbelieving of her words. "Your mother deserved that money way more than you did!"

"For what? Sleeping with our neighbour? Is that what makes her worthy of over three hundred million dollars? Because she sure as hell hasn't done anything else." The Cohen girl snapped, jumping to her feet to stand over the old man, staring down at him with such hate within her small body.

"She raised you!"

"I raised myself!"

Larissa screamed at the top of her lungs, tears of anger threatening to spill from her eyes, which she had to force back so that the man could not see her cry ever again.

"I had to raise myself because of you two! I had to cry myself to sleep for years! I had to make my own food! I had to bathe myself! I had to school myself since she wasn't going to teach me herself! No, all she cared about was sleeping with a man who was not my papa and going to a fucking spa! She would never go to my races! She would never go to my winners ceremonies! She wouldn't even go to my doctors appointments! She didn't even care when I was kidnapped and held for ransom! How was THAT raising me!"

Andrè flinched at the pure hate in her voice aimed towards both his daughter and himself, having never heard her sound as angry as she was, realisation hitting him as he realised that she had finally snapped, letting all of her childhood trauma out at him.

"She stopped raising me the moment that she helped you plan how to kill my dad! He was the one who raised me! Then it was Kimi, Michael, Sebastian and Fernando! She has never ONCE raised me!"

Larissa stepped away from her grandfather, getting ready to leave since she knew that if she didn't, that she would end up punching him which would only get herself in a prison cell too.

"I hope your cell has a TV, because I want you to see every single bit of success that I have, and every bit of success that my children will have when they're born."

"I want you to see just how much you, Andrè Santos, failed. Because that is all you are, a cold blooded murderer and failure. Vá se foder."

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"Larissa Cohen! Stop running!"

Lucy Appleton shouted at the top of her lungs as she gave chase after the formula one driver that was Larissa Cohen, who was currently leading the championship.

Larissa cackled in amusement as she ran for her life, running as fast as she could away from the Mercedes garage where she was supposed to be training but had instead escaped.

She waved as she ran past the garage of Ferrari, seeing her uncle Sebby and Zahra talking to her boyfriend Charles and his little brother who had come to visit him, seeing the four wave back at her with bright smiles plastered on to their lips at the sight of her fleeing.

She waved as she ran past the garage of Red Bull, seeing her best friend and former team mate Pierre Gasly talking to Anthoine who had decided to spend the day with his childhood friend, whilst Esteban stood beside them, involved with the conversation despite not talking.

She waved as she ran past the garage of Mclaren, seeing her two best friends Carlos and Lando Norris filming her, flipping them off which made them erupt in to laughter which she could hear even as she sprinted way past them.

She waved as she ran past the garage of Renault, seeing her best friend Daniel mocking her by running on the spot, before cheering her on loudly as if she was in a race and he was her number one fan, beside him being his team mate, Nico Hulkenberg who just laughed and fist bumped the air, joining the Aussie in cheering for the girl who he used to babysit.

She waved as she ran past the garage of Racing Point, seeing Checo smiling at her with amusement and waving back to her, beside him being Lance who had also waved back at her for a  brief moment, stopping immediately when she flipped him off.

She waved as she ran past the garage of Alfa Romeo, seeing her uncle Kimi pretending to yawn at her, his lips pulled up in a happy smile which most people would consider rare but not when it was aimed at his niece, beside him being his team mate Antonio Giovinazzi who had decided to try and run beside her but failed as the hand of his Finnish team mate grabbed the back of his collar before he could even leave the garage.

She waved as she ran past the garage of Toro Rosso, seeing her old team principal Franz laughing at her behavior before he scowled as she too flipped him off, with his two drivers that were beside him, Alex Albon and Daniil Kvyat cheering loudly for the Cohen girl that they were happy to be friends with, since she was amazing and a living legend.

She waved as she ran past the garage of Williams, seeing Robert Kubica watching her in confusion, glancing between her and his team mate George Russell, wondering if it was a regular occurrence for her to be sprinting down the paddock with her trainer giving chase, whereas George only chanted her name, jumping up and down on the spot he was standing making the Polish driver beside him shake his head from side to side.

She waved as she ran past the garage of Haas, before she decided to take cover inside of their garage, running past the owner of the team and their team boss, both of whom looked around for a moment as if they were hallucinating that she had entered their garage.

Kevin Magnussen and Romain Grosjean immediately grabbed her by her shoulders, pulling her under their wing and arms, running with her in to the trailer of the Danish man and trying to lock it, failing when somebody slammed their foot in to the gap.

"Oh no you don't, idiots."

Lucy Appleton breathed heavily as she pushed her way in to the trailer of the Magnussen man, noticing how both Haas drivers pushed the Cohen girl behind them in an attempt to hide her, making her chuckle.

"Lucy! What a pleasure to see you!"

Romain Grosjean grinned nervously, knowing that the trainer in front of them could he quite scary when she wanted to be and he wasn't quite sure of how many hits his body could take from the trainer since he had seen her doing boxing training.

"Hand her over, Rom." Lucy lifted one of her hands up in to the air to point at the French man, seeing him gulp in fear, using the nickname that she had given him years ago when he was still quite new to the world of Formula One.

"I-I don't know who you're talking about, Luce." The Grosjean man lied, his smile awkward as his eyes were full with terror.

"Kmag, hand her over." Lucy turned to the Danish man, who nodded his head instantly, reaching behind him to grab a hold of something.

Kevin could have cowered away in fear when he noticed her glare at realising that he had in fact not handed over Larissa Cohen, but instead handed over a doll that was left in his trailer that belonged to his daughter.

That his daughter had coincidentally named Rissa.

Lucy was suddenly forced to step out of the way as Gunther Steiner stepped in to trailer, confusion flooding him at the scene before him, making him chuckle momentarily.

"We don't allow Mercedes in here."

Gunther spoke as he made eye contact with the Appleton woman, his tone serious but still holding humor at the knowledge of why she was even in his garage in the first place.

"Send her back in five minutes." Lucy nodded her head before leaving, meeting eyes with the Cohen girl causing her to teasingly glare at the Brazilian before heading back to Mercedes.

"Shall we start counting five minutes, boss?" Romain questioned the team principal of Haas, noticing how he pushed his drivers out of the way to see the Cohen girl.

The boss handed her something without saying a word, watching as she examined it carefully.

"Put the shirt on, Cohen." Gunther's face lit up.

"You're a mechanic with Haas now."

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A/N

This is just kinda a meh filter because there's nothing really going on, but oh well what do we think?

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

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

Love you all,

P.s I won't be getting rid of long Author notes, so sorry not sorry hehe <3

-RUBY