THIRTY EIGHT

TRIGGER WARNING: MENTIONS OF HARRASSMENT AND ASSAULT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER

"Lissy, how are you so strong?"

Lando Norris giggled as he held on to his best friend, since she was carrying him on her back through the streets of Monaco.

He was over the moon when he had discovered that Larissa Cohen was staying in the same house as Charles Leclerc in Monaco, since he was a good friend of the Monégasque, and he was incredibly excited to find his Brazilian friend strolling through the streets of Monaco by herself.

"I work out, you should try it some time."

Larissa Cohen attempted the hide her smile at the sound of the offended gasp that left the mouth of the Norris boy, before she was forced to grimace as he had grabbed a hold of her hair and tugged it.

Lando released a yelp as he was dropped on to the ground hard by his best friend before she turned around and attempted to kick him, though he was able to scramble away from her.

"OI!"

Larissa chased after the fleeing boy, managing to get a kick to his leg causing him to release a very high pitched scream before he started to laugh.

"I do work out! I run from you!" Lando laughed loudly, his laugh sounding high pitched as he was laying on the ground with tears in his eyes from laughing so hard.

He always saw Larissa Cohen as his twin sister, since he thought that they were very similar in personality and humor, and their antics were practically identical.

He always thought that they were like the Weasley Twins, since they used to always prank people and cause mischief when they were racing together.

"You are going to have to work out more than that if you're going to be getting in to Formula One, Lando." Larissa laughed gently as she pulled the boy to his feet, since she had offered him a hand up and he had accepted it.

"Who says I do? I might just never work out and eat all of my favorite food, since I doubt that it would make a difference." Lando smiled as the two of them contained to walk through Monaco, though this time he was not on her back.

"Oh it makes a massive difference, but go ahead and do that, I can't wait to see that tactic crash and burn."

Lando rolled his eyes at his best friend, pushing her in her shoulder causing her to lose her balance and stumble off the pavement and fall in to a firm chest.

"Shit! Sorry!"

Lando squealed as he attempted to help the Cohen girl, but furrowed his eyebrows together as he noticed her bright smile at the sight of the person that she had fallen in to.

"Little shit, you really need to watch where you're walking."

Larissa Cohen beamed at the sight of Nico Rosberg standing in front of her with his hands on her waist since she had been pushed in to him.

"Hey, equal machinery boy."

Lando watched on in confusion as he stared at the two of them, a pang of jealously to fill him.

Nico Rosberg grabbed a hold of the young Cohen girl, and wrapped his arm around her throat, all whilst using his other hand to enclose his knuckles and rub it on her head.

Larissa grimaced, quickly moving her leg to entwine with the leg of the ex formula one driver, and pulled her leg towards her chest, sending the Rosberg man off balance and to the ground.

"HA! Get fucked Britney!"

Larissa released a small scream as Nico attempted to tackle her to take her to the ground, but failed as she was able to flee and hide behind the slim and small body of Lando Norris.

Lando grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her on to his back, so that this time he was the one who was carrying her on his back.

Nico shook his head violently as he laughed at the sight of the two of them, before an idea invaded his mind.

"Little shit, what do you say to the two of you joining me for a couple of drinks?" Nico offered the two of them, since he now wanted to spend time with his young friend and the boy who she seemed to be close with.

"I'm down, how about you, Lanny?"

Lando nodded his head up and down as he shrugged his shoulders, pulling his lips in to a tight lipped smile.

"Sure, but you know that I can't drink much without passing out so one of you will have to be responsible with me, please." Lando smiled, noticing the two of them sharing a look before they spoke, nodding their heads.

"Of course, we'll both be responsible and look after you. You can trust us."

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Lando Norris could definitely not trust them to look after him.

He was currently seeing double, since he had been drinking with the two of them for well over seven hours and they had repeatedly been buying him drinks.

He really did lack self control when it came to alcohol.

"Lissyyyyyyyyyyy!"

Larissa Cohen could not hold back her loud and mocking laughter at the whining sound of Lando's voice, seeing him walking towards her with his arms outstretched like a child.

Nico Rosberg smirked as he noticed the Norris boy reaching out to his best friend with grabbing hands, before he latched on to her and clung to her like a child would cling to their mother.

"Britney, get me a drink whilst I babysit the child." Larissa winked playfully at the Rosberg man, seeing him nod his head and walk off but not before he ruffled her hair with his hand.

"Will do, little shit."

Lando Norris began to hiccup as he buried his face in to the long dark hair of the Cohen girl, still latching on to her childishly.

"Lissyyyyy. Can you give me a huggie?"

Larissa nearly choked on thin air at the drunken words that were leaving the lips of the British boy, finding him staring at her like a child would stare at their parent.

"Quickly, but then I've got to put you to sleep, Lanny, you've got school in the morning, remember?"

Larissa spoke in a mothering tone, using one of her hands to comb her fingers through the chocolate brown curls of the boy, finding him hum in enjoyment.

She continued to dance to the music that was playing inside of the club that they were in, feeling the boy that was clinging to her for dear life starting to sway to the music too.

The Brazilian turned her head slightly to glance around the club to see if she recognised anyone, until her gaze and her head snapped straight back to the British boy beside her as she felt his lips press against her cheek.

She raised an eyebrow at the boy as he repeatedly pressed small kisses to her cheek, not caring about the confused and incredibly amused stare that he was recieving, since he was way too drunk to care.

Nico Rosberg eventually returned to his friend, with a tray of drinks in his hands that were filled with multiple alcoholic beverages.

He stumbled slightly, since he could feel that the alcohol was starting to hit him, but was able to make sure that not a single drop of the alcohol that he held was dropped.

Larissa's hand shot out to grab one of the drinks from the tray in his hand, and she immediately poured the whole drink down her throat before placing the glass down and grabbed another.

"You do realise that Lewis has text me, right?"

Nico slurred slightly as he spoke to his friend, since he had been told that the Cohen girl had fallen out with his former friend and former team mate after the Hungarian Grand Prix.

He had seen the punch that she had given him on television too.

And it was a very good punch.

"I don't care." Larissa deadpanned as she poured another three drinks straight down her throat.

"Shedoesntcare." Lando muttered in a quiet and slurred tone since he was starting to fall asleep, still clutching on to the Brazilian.

"Even though we don't like each other, we both still have a very common interest." Nico spoke as he attempted to help her reunite with the Hamilton man that he did not like.

"Being a dick when I'm trying to have fun?" Larissa stared at the Rosberg man with an unamused expression, her eyebrows raised and her face practically emotionless.

"We both care a hell of a lot about you, you little shit." Nico pulled the tray of drinks away as she attempted to reach for another.

"Then let me drink if you care about me, you would know that I need it." Larissa attempted to reach for a drink once more but found him pulling the tray away from her once again.

"Not until you make up with him. You need him."

Larissa immediately turned to place Lando down to sit on the sofa of a booth nearby her which then allowed her to turn her body around and stare down the German ex formula one driver.

"I don't need anybody."

"Larissa-"

"Lando, come on, up you get. It's time to go home."  Larissa didn't let him finish before she pulled the drunken Norris boy up from the sofa and carefully helped him through the club, guiding him through the sea of people.

Nico attempted to follow after his best friend, but upon following her out and pushing his way through the crowds, he couldn't find her anywhere.

She was gone.

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"I don't even care what you're doing right now, but I've brought alcohol and I will be drinking with or without you."

Larissa Cohen stumbled in to an apartment in Monaco, since she was incredibly drunk because she had been drinking ever since she had dropped Lando off safely and bought herself multiple bottles of strong alcohol to hopefully make her forget her worries.

It may have been summer break, but she was not exactly getting a break, since people were very noticeably trying to get her to reconcile with none other than Lewis Hamilton.

She fell down on to the sofa whilst she began to pour a bottle of vodka down her throat, not caring at all at how much she was drinking.

She had been unable to completely let go for so long, so she felt like she needed to drink as much alcohol as she could.

She felt like she needed to, in order to forget about the fact that her grandfather had once again managed to escape, and would be hiding in the shadows in order to come up with a plan to cause her harm.

She felt like she needed to, in order to forget about the up and coming retirement of both Fernando Alonso and Lewis Hamilton.

She felt like she needed to, in order to forget about the fact that she had let her father down by not getting justice for him.

"Jesus Christ! Slow down!"

Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen ran to pull the bottle away from her lips before she ended up drinking too much but were unable to as she was able to squirm away from the two of them.

"That's what she said." Larissa coughed out underneath her breath before she continued to drink the vodka.

"I'm gonna go and grab Zahra, and see if she can get you to stop drinking!" Daniel yelled at his best friend before he took off running.

He immediately started sprinting as fast as he could in the hope that he could get the Bailey woman to stop their best friend from drinking herself to death.

Max Verstappen attempted to pull the bottle away from her, succeeding in doing so, only for her body to be pulled along with it.

"Maxie, you're ruining the fun!" Larissa whined in annoyance, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she faked a pout.

"I don't want you to make yourself ill, Lieve." Max tried to soothe her, since he hated seeing the scowl that was on her face being aimed towards him.

"My team principal does a pretty good job of that by himself." Larissa snarked, seeing the Verstappen boy unusually close to her face.

Max gulped thickly as he licked his lips, trying to force his eyes to avoid staring at her lips since he knew that if he did, that he would not be able to stop himself from kissing her.

"What the hell are you doing?" Larisda drunkenly raised an eyebrow at him, since she could just about make out through her blurry vision that he looked incredibly comfortable.

"I-I-" Max stuttered out as he was forced to close his eyes since he was well aware that she had stuck her lips out in a pout.

"Yes, I do have eyes, congratulations!" Larissa mocked him with a smirk, before she had to quickly close her eyes since the world began to spin for a moment.

The world around her began to spin violently as her hands shot out to the closest thing to her in an attempt to keep her balance and stop herself from passing out.

Which just so happened to be the arms of Max Verstappen.

Max's eyes shot open as he felt her harsh grip tug at his arms as she attempted to keep herself stable, with his face instantly morphing in to one of concern.

"Lieve, are you okay? What is happening? Do I need to call an ambulance? Do you need a glass of water?"

Larissa Cohen had no idea what came over her as at the mere sound of his voice, her body lurched forwards, with her lips pressing hard against his.

She knew that she was incredibly drunk, and she knew that she was not going to remember anything in the morning since she had never gotten this drunk before, but for some reason, she could just not control herself.

Max Verstappen knew that he should have pulled away because of the fact that the girl that was kissing him was incredibly drunk, and he really didn't want to take advantage of her, but he just couldn't find the strength within him to end the moment that was happening.

Larissa Cohen was the girl that he had a crush on for years, and his heart ached for her whenever he wasn't with her.

But she was with him now, and he just could not bring himself to stop it.

His hands shot to her body, pulling her on to his lap as he felt her own hands pressing against his chest. His hands slowly lifted the shirt that she was wearing upwards and allowing her bare skin underneath to show.

His hands soon moved to pull her shirt over the top of her head, as she drunkenly did the same to him.

Larissa's mind was a blur, she had no idea what it was that she was doing, but she couldn't find it within her to stop.

But it wasn't George.

It wasn't Charles.

It wasn't Carlos.

It wasn't Nyck.

It was Max.

Max pulled her impossibly closer to him as he stood to his feet, picking her up as her legs wrapped around his waist.

He just couldn't stop himself from walking her towards his bedroom, and closing the door.

He just couldn't help it.

He just couldn't help it, she was the girl that he had been in love with for years.

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"Why is Lara's shirt here and not currently being worn by her?"

Daniel Ricciardo questioned his Red Bull team mate Max Verstappen as the two of them stood in the kitchen of the Dutch man's Monaco property.

It was the morning after, and Max had woken up early in order to make the Brazilian, who was still fast asleep in his bed, breakfast.

He did not expect to see his team mate standing in the kitchen waiting for him.

"Uh, she must have taken it off." Max attempted to lie to the Australian, though he noticed the man that was standing in front of him staring at him with a harsh glare.

"Did you sleep with her?" Daniel questioned as he glared at his team mate.

Max didn't reply, just staring at his team mate carefully as he attempted to make the woman in his bed breakfast.

"Max, answer me. Did. You. Sleep. With. Her?"

Max took a deep breath of oxygen in to his lungs before he released it, slowly moving his head up and down a couple of times.

"Yes."

Daniel's hands shot to his face as he attempted to rub the anger out of him before he blew up at his team mate and friend.

"She was drunk, Max!" Daniel Ricciardo harshly pushed his hand in to the shoulder of his team mate, knowing that he deserved a lot more than a push at the moment, but he didn't want to have to punch his friend.

"I know but-"

"You took advantage of her, dude!" Daniel tried not to raise his voice or shout, since he had quickly come to the realisation that she was still around and still in the apartment, even if she was asleep.

"I know! I didn't want to but I just got carried away and I couldn't stop myself!" Max felt awful at what had happened, and he knew that she would probably hate him for the rest of her life, but it was a poor lack of judgement and he knew it.

"She's my best friend, Max! I'm meant to protect her and yet it was you that was the problem, because you knew that she was drunk but you still slept with her!"

Daniel felt as if he had let his best friend down, as well as letting Jules, Sebastian and Luiz down since he felt like he had to protect her from the world.

He felt incredibly guilty at having left her alone to go and ask Zahra for help, only for him to discover that she was spending the first few days of Summer Break with her Uncle Fernando.

He had also come across Charles Leclerc, who was becoming increasingly worried about the Cohen girl since she was yet to return to his apartment that he shared with her and had become worried that something bad might have happened to her.

Daniel felt like he was to blame.

Because if he had been able to return a little earlier that had, he may have been able to stop his friend and team mate from sleeping with his best friend.

Whilst she was blackout drunk.

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A/N

Apologies

Please do let me know if you think that this needs a trigger warning, as I was unsure of what it would come under.

Anyway,

Legacy is officially my most read book, now with 70k reads which is honestly just incredible.

I never expected this to get anywhere near that number since I didn't know how many people would read a formula one book and so I honestly just expected about 5k reads maximum.

Every single one of you that read this have absolutely no idea just how much you are helping me and keeping me alive and sane right now, amd especially with the comments that you all comment, it really does make me smile and males me realise that people are reading this and that  actually good at something.

Thankyou to every single one of you for just being you and for being amazing.

I'm so proud of all of you

Love you all

(P.S I can't pay for all of your therapy guys, my card got declined on a 99 pence mcflurry ice cream, so please don't come at me or sue me for damages, I'M FRAGILE OKAY)

-RUBY