THIRTY FIVE

André Santos woke up tied to a chair.

In his own warehouse.

It was a metal chair, since he could feel the coldness of the steel against his back, having been stripped of his jacket.

He noticed that his shirt was soaked and damp from water, most likely because he would have been sprayed down with a hose pipe.

He also noticed that he was tied down to the chair by large and thick metal chains, ones very similar to the chains that he had used to chain the door of the warehouse closed.

It was pitch black, not a drop of light anywhere throughout the warehouse, and as he squinted his eyes in an attempt to look around for his kidnapper, he found nothing.

"Do you know why you're here, old man?"

A cold voice sounded behind him as a light was switched on, which was placed right in front of his face, almost blinding him.

"If you want my plane, you'll have to fight me for it." André chuckled, not recognising the voice.

"If I wanted your plane, I would hotwire and steal it. This, is about your son in law."  The voice sneered in to his ear, their breath making the hair on the back on his neck stand on edge.

"I loved my son in law like he was my own son. I miss him every single day that he is not with us." André attempted to sound sad in order to make his kidnapper believe him.

"Don't lie to me, old man. I currently have a metal bar aimed at the exact part of your head where it's the exact spot, in which it only takes one single hit to the head for death, and I am not afraid to take your evil life out of this world."

"Like I did with Luiz, huh?" André began to laugh maniacally.

"Like I almost did with my bitch of a granddaughter." André smirked, since he had been able to fool his way in to becoming her mechanic.

"ENOUGH!"

The metal bar that was aimed at his head moved to his knee, coming down hard to hit it, causing the man to scream out in pain as the bone in his knee broke immediately.

"I will break your other knee if you do not tell me, what the hell did you do to Luiz Cohen?"

Andre's eyes widened as the figure of his kidnapper appeared in front of him, recognising their face from having seen them around the paddock a lot.

"Zahra?"

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"Never do that to me again, you hear me?"

Daniel Ricciardo entered his best friends hospital room with a concerned look stitched on to his face.

Larissa Cohen pushed herself up from her hospital bed upon seeing him, before she began to start climbing out of it, to stand on to her feet so that she could hug the Australian man before her.

"I'm so sorry Danny." Larissa apologised to him, seeing that his eyes were glassy.  "It wasn't deliberate, but I'll try my best not to do it again, I promise."

Daniel's arms outstretched towards his best friend, as the Brazilian watched tears slowly leaving his glassy eyes, no matter how much he had tried to hold them back.

Larissa released a deep sigh, her shoulders sagging in realisation. "You had flashbacks of Jules' crash, didn't you?"

Daniel nodded his head before he spoke, his voice breaking. "And your dad's. I thought that I was losing both of my best friends, Lara. I can't lose you, I've already lost Jules, I can't lose you too."

"You're not losing me, Danny. Ever." Larissa reassured him, seeing him nod his head again.

"Now come on and give your favorite driver a hug." Daniel muttered quietly.

Larissa immediately barrelled in to the chest of the Ricciardo man, hugging him tightly, which offered both of them some very much needed comfort.

"You're my favorite Australian, Danny boy."

Larissa whispered against his chest as he held her against his chest, though his grip faltered for a second as he swore that he had just seen a ghost.

Daniel Ricciardo swore down that he had just seen the ghost of Jules Bianchi.

Smiling at him.

Proudly, as if he was happy that Daniel had finally found a new best friend.

In their idols daughter.

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"Is that blood?"

Larissa Cohen questioned as she was being discharged from the hospital, since she was having to be picked up by her best friend, Zahra Bailey.

Zahra shrugged her shoulders nonchantly as she rolled her sleeve of her shirt up, since it had spots of blood on it.

"I had a nose bleed."

Larissa nodded her head carefully, suspicious as she noticed her uncle Kimi approaching them from behind.

She squinted her dark brown eyes in suspicion as she noticed the nod of acknowledgement between the two of them, between her uncle and her best friend, but shook it off.

Until, her uncle spoke.

"He's confessed."

Kimi spoke in a cold tone, confusing his niece.

"Who?"

"Your Grandfather. He's confessed to killing your father. The police are on their way to him." Kimi informed the Brazilian who stumbled back from shock.

"He- he what?"

Zahra gulped, before speaking. "He confessed, and I recorded it."

"You were there?"

The Bailey woman nodded her head, with her arms behind her back, and her face emotionless. "He was trying to kill you at the hospital. I knocked him out, and Uncle Kimi helped and drove me get him to that warehouse."

Kimi nodded his head. "That is true."

"He started talking as soon as I broke his knee." Zahra explained, her voice as cold as the voice of the Finnish man standing beside her.

"Does anyone else know what you have done?" Larissa's throat felt dry as she stared at the two of them, in shock of what they had done.

"Lucy. She was the one who had spotted him entering the hospital as she left her rotation of staying with you."

Tears left the dark brown eyes of the Brazilian as she stared at the pair of them, her chest constricting at the knowledge of what they had done and who had helped them and what her grandfather had confessed to doing to her dad.

"Come on kid, we'll take you home." Kimi held his arm out for the Brazilian to take a hold of, before seeing his niece shake her head from side to side as she stumbled away from them.

"I-I-" Larissa stuttered.

She stepped back, away from them as she debated on what to do with all of the new information that she had been told, before she decided on pulling her phone out to call someone.

"Puoi venirmi a prendere in ospedale?" Larissa's voice sounded through the phone as she turned her back on her uncle and best friend, needing time to think.

"Bien sûr, je suis en route, ma princesse."

Charles Leclerc spoke to her through the phone, having understood her words which were in Italian.

He picked up his car keys from the table in front of him, before quickly fleeing the hotel room of the Cohen girls brother, Mick Schumacher, before he headed towards the hospital to pick the Brazilian that he cared deeply for, up.

Zahra's eyes filled with tears as she watched her best friend flee away from her, as Larissa was getting in to the car of the Monégasque Formula One driver, before she turned to look at her uncle Kimi.

"Do you think she hates me?" Her voice broke as she stared at the Finnish man standing in front of her.

Kimi shook his head at the Bailey woman, patting the girls shoulder before he pulled her in to a hug to comfort her.

"No, she just needs time. You did nothing wrong, Zahra. You did what you had to do, to save your best friends life. You protected her."

Zahra sobbed in to the Finnish man's chest as he cradled her, as she felt her heart being ripped out of her chest at the thought of her best friend hating her.

"I was so close to killing him, so close. He almost killed Lis, uncle Kimi. He was bragging about tampering with her car, he could have killed her."

"He could have killed my best friend, and I could have killed him. I'm just like him, I'm a monster."

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Larissa Cohen had fallen asleep in the car of Charles Leclerc, meaning that he had to carry her inside his hotel room.

He would have taken her to her hotel, but he didn't know which one it was that she was staying in, so he had decided to let her sleep in his hotel room, in his bed whilst he slept on the sofa that was in the room.

As soon as the door opened to his bedroom, he placed her down on to his bed, before carefully removing her shoes that she would be comfortable and not be forced to sleep in shoes.

He carefully took off her jacket, before grabbing a pair of sweatpants from his suitcase, followed by am extra large shirt for her to wear.

He carefully pulled the shirt over her head, and over the top that she was currently wearing, since he blatantly refused to strip her of her clothes.

He refused to remove her clothes, because he was a man. Because she was a woman. Because she was asleep and vulnerable. Because it wasn't right for him to do so.

So, he carefully pulled the clothes that were his, over the top of her current ones, to hopefully offer her some comfort as she slept.

He slowly covered her with the sheets of the hotel bed, before he stepped out of the room and closed the door, making his way towards the sofa that he would be sleeping on.

He was just about to fall asleep, his eyes almost closing before he heard a squeak of a door opening, making him sit up in case it turned out that she needed him.

He furrowed his eyebrows together as he noticed that she had properly changed in to his clothes, and noticed how his shirt almost buried her small body.

It was cute.

"Are you okay, ma princesse?" Charles stood up, concern filling him as to why she had woken up.

Larissa Cohen spoke no words as she walked up to him, wrapping her arms around him as she hugged the Monégasque.

Charles released a sigh as he hugged her back, resting his chin on to the top of her head. He stayed still, not wanting to disturb the moment as he found his heart beating rapidly.

He closed his eyes as he inhaled her signature scent, one of strawberries and raspberries and found a smile forcing its way on to his face.

Larissa pulled back from the hug, to see a soft smile on the face of the Monégasque.

"What?"

Charles shook his head with a smile, before meeting her eyes, finding them sparkle as if they were the brightest of shining stars.

"Nothing." Charles smiled softly as his fingers traced her cheeks before his thumb ran over her lips.

Larissa's cheeks began to tinge pink as he stared at her, finding herself becoming embarrassed and self conscious under his intense yet so gentle gaze.

"What?" A giddy smile fell upon her lips as she released a giggle, causing a giggle of his own to leave the mouth of the Leclerc boy.

"You're perfect, you know that right?" Charles whispered as he admired her beauty.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not!" Larissa's smile grew as she shook her head. "I'm not a world champion, yet."

A loud laugh erupted from the throat of the Monégasque, with the sound, sounding heavenly to the Cohen girls ears.

It was as if all of her worries and thoughts just vanished as she was around him, hearing him, seeing him, feeling him, smelling him. She was...

Free

Without even realising, she had unkowingly found herself falling in love, for the very first time.

With Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc.

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A/N

ITS THE SPONTANEOUS PIECE OF SHIT TIME!

Ya'll, I have no idea what this is, I was watching Criminal Minds and clearly enjoyed it enough the motivate me to write this.

I don't even know what vibes this has, it's kinda Bonnie and Clyde, kinda romeo and Juliet, so let's just call it....

🌠Ruby's mind vibes.🌠

Larissa will have multiple love interests for a while. She will date multiple people, so if you have a favorite...

HAVE HOPE! KNOWING ME IT WILL HAPPEN

ENOY THIS SHIT

-RUBY