THIRTY ONE

Larissa Cohen screamed herself awake after yet another nightmare.

It was exactly the same as every other o
nightmare that she had suffered with for years, happening ever since her father had died right in front of her.

His last radio message.

The sound of the crash.

The flames.

The look in her father's eyes.

The explosion.

Tears escaped the dark brown eyes of the Cohen girl, flooding down her cheeks like a waterfall and showed no sign of stopping.

Her eyes glanced around her childhood bedroom, since she had returned to São Paulo after spending a few days in Milan with Pierre, and found the room completely empty.

Just like the rest of the house.

It hurt, knowing that every single time that she had woken up from a nightmare whilst in her father's house, that the place was empty, making her heart ache even more than it did every single day.

She doubted that the feeling would ever go away, and whilst part of her wanted to sell the property, so that she wouldn't have to be constantly reminded of the lack of her father, the other part of her refused to sell it, because of all of the happy memories that she had within the house.

Most of which, were with her father.

She pulled herself up and out of her bed, as her feet were dragging towards a room that she had not entered in years.

Her father's.

She pushed the door open, hearing the creak of the door as she was able to step in to the room, immediately feeling shivers down her spine.

Goosebumps licked her skin as her feet stepped on to the cold floor, the scent of her father filling the room and invading her nose.

Despite all of the windows being closed, a gust of wind blew around the Brazilian, warming up her ice cold skin and blowing her dark hair backwards and out of her tear stained face.

She seemed to freeze in her spot, in the middle of the room as she heard a creak of a floorboard.

Her eyes cast down to the floor, where her foot was, seeing a loose floorboard underneath her heel, making her crouch to examine it.

Her fingers pushed at the loose floorboard, seeing it wobble as it moved, as she began to pull the loose floorboard out of its hole.

"What the..."

Larissa whispered quietly to herself, pulling out an old diary that was wedged deep down in the gap that was underneath the floorboard.

She slowly peeled open the diary, with her dark brown eyes widening at the sight of the writing that was inked down on the first page.

"To my beautiful anjo, Larissa."

She read to herself, reading the writing throughout the diary, and found herself frantically wiping at the tears that once again ran down her cheeks.

It was her fathers writing, explaining to her what to do if he never made it back home after a race, and who to trust and go to.

As well as who to not trust along with a warning and it made her blood run cold.

Your Grandfather.

Your mother.

Pete, the neighbour.

DO NOT TRUST THEM, CHUCHUZINHO

A loud bang on the window in her father's room made her jump in fright followed by a door creeping open downstairs, causing her to scramble away from the diary as fear seeped in to her small body.

Larissa scrambled back to the diary, snatching it from the ground before running back in to her bedroom.

She pulled open her wardrobe and began to frantically shove her belongings and clothes in to suitcases and bags that she had possession of.

She was not staying here.

She grabbed as many belongings as she could, shoving the diary to the very bottom of the bag so that if someone were to grab her bags, they wouldn't immediately see it.

She ran out of the house, locking the front door before she ran to her car, seeing the neighbor, Pete, watching her from his bedroom window.

As she fled in her car, she didn't even notice the figure dressed in black watching her from inside her father's  house.

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"Larissa!"

The Cohen girl burst awake with a jolt, as her eyes caught the figure of her trainer staring down at her.

"Huh?"

Lucy Appleton shook her head at the girl, pointing to the multitude of bags that surrounded her, as she was sat outside the hotel room of her trainer.

She had ran to Lucy's?

"Larissa, what is the matter? I thought you were in São Paulo." Lucy crouched down in front of the girl in concern, seeing the dark circles that resided underneath the eyes of the Brazilian.

"I was." Larissa spoke quietly. "But I think someone else was in the house with me."

Lucy's eyes widened as she took in the words of the young girl, lifting the bags that surrounded the brunette.

"Get yourself in here." Lucy spoke, allowing Larissa to push herself up from the ground and enter her hotel room.

"Sit."

Larissa did as she was told, sitting on the hotel bed of her trainer.

"Spill."

Lucy sat down opposite her protégé, still being able to see fear in the young woman's eyes.

"I had a nightmare so I woke up, I went to my dad's room and found a diary hidden in the floorboard." Larissa admitted, expecting Lucy to ask questions but found that she just nodded her head for her to continue.

"Something banged on the window of my dad's room, and I heard a door downstairs opening so I grabbed my stuff and ran. Pete was watching me from his window but I fled and I went straight to the airport."

Lucy gulped as she listened, seeing the Brazilian starting to panic once more. The girls trainer grabbed at her hands, squeezing them tightly to comfort her.

"I- I checked the CCTV at the house when I was on the plane, and whilst I couldn't see much, things had been moved in dad's trophy room, his office and my bedroom."

Larissa began to break down, sobs leaving her lips as her trainer pulled her in to a tight hug, tightening her arms around the terrified young girl.

"Do you think someone was after the diary?" Lucy questioned quietly, feeling the girl nod her head against her chest.

"We could give it to Seb, I'm sure that he would keep it safe." Lucy proposed to the young girl who she cared deeply for.

"No." Larissa shook her head.

"No, I need to keep it on me at all times. You don't understand, I have to keep it." Larissa's breathing quickened as she realised the danger that she was in.

"My father knew that he was dying, and he told me how to prove that he was murdered."

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"Lieve, why are you sat outside my trailer?"

Max Verstappen frowned as he noticed the Brazilian girl that he cared for sat outside of his driver trailer.

Larissa glanced up from her spot against the door of his trailer, her eyes red and puffy, making his heart quicken as he ran towards her.

"Hey, Lis, what's the matter?" Max ran to her, pulling her against his chest.

"I don't know what to do, Maxie." Larissa's arms tightened around the shoulders of the Dutch boy, who immediately hugged her back.

"Hey, talk to me. Lieve, you can talk to me, you know that." Max soothed her as he cupped her soft cheek.

He opened the door to his trailer, allowing her to enter before he closed it behind them so that they could talk in peace.

"I think- I- I think my mother may have been involved with what happened to my dad." Larissa's voice broke as she admitted what had been bothering her.

Max watched her carefully with widening eyes, not expecting for her to say that. He had heard rumors that Luiz was killed deliberately, but he had never expected that.

"Lieve, I'm so sorry. I don't know what to say." It hurt the heart of the Dutch boy to not know what to say to her, or how to comfort her, but he genuinely didn't know what to do.

What was he supposed to do?

"I need to speak to Toto." Larissa muttered underneath her breath as she stood to her feet.

She needed to tell Toto that she was accepting his offer.

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"What's the plan, papa?"

Sara Cohen questioned her father as she was sat in the house next door to house belonging to her late husband.

André Santos walked past his daughter, patting the shoulder of the man who owned the house that they were residing in.

"We need to find that diary." André sneered at the thought of not getting what they had been after for years.

"She's just a kid, you can't hurt her." Pete, the neighbour of the young Cohen girl spoke, an unwelcome feeling forming in his gut.

"She got the money that I was owed. I was his wife it was rightfully mine." Sara shook her head at the man who she had cheated on her husband with, seeing his face filled with guilt.

"You didn't see how scared she was when you were in the house. She ran out terrified." Pete sighed, glancing at the eldeely man, as he remembered seeing the pure fear and terror on the face of the young formula one driver.

"She must have the diary, which means she knows the truth." André grabbed a picture of his grand daughter with her father, and launched it across the room, causing the glass to shatter in to hundreds of tiny pieces.

"How are we going to make sure that we don't go to prison? Papa, you know I won't make it in a prison." Sara became scared.

She knew how determined her daughter was to expose the truth as to what happened with her father.

She cared for the young girl, because she was her mother, but at the same time, she wanted the money that she was owed and deserved, since Luiz had left everything that he had to his daughter.

He had also ensured that it was put in a trust fund that his wife didn't have access to, but in fact, his daughters godfather, Kimi Raikonnen would be in charge of the his estate until his daughter turned of age, which she had a couple of years ago.

André was completely different.

He knew that Pete felt bad after everything that they had put the young girl through, and he knew that his daughter still cared somewhat for the young driver, but he. He was not bothered what happened to her.

He had been the reason that Larissa was kidnapped as a child, since he had wanted the money that would paid as ransom by her desperate father.

He had been the reason that Luiz hadn't gotten out of that car when he had set off on the Italian Grand Prix, since he wanted the money of his will to go to his daughter so that he would get a cut.

He was the reason why Kimi nearly had him as a mechanic, since he wanted to take out the godfather of his granddaughter so that he could be one step closer to the money that he felt that was deserving of.

He had been the reason that Larissa went through so much trauma, and pain throughout her life, all for money.

He didn't care what ever he had to do to get the money, even if it meant harming his grand daughter, or worse.

He wanted that money, he wanted what he was owed.

Even if he had to do the same to his grand daughter that he did to his son in law.

Even if he had to kill his granddaughter to get what he wanted.

He was getting that money.

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A/N

Honestly, I'm not sure what vibes I'm going for with this one, I apologise.

I have multiple other formula one books up now too, so check them out if you haven't already!

I'll see you soon for the next one!

-RUBY