THIRTY THREE

"LIS!"

"OH MY GOD!"

"GET HER OUT!"

"IS SHE ALIVE?"

"Fight my beautiful anjo, fight."

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"I bring food for the one and only Larissa Cohen."

Pierre Gasly placed a brown paper bag of food in front of his Brazilian team mate as she sat with a frown on her face as she scrolled through her phone.

"What's wrong, mon cherie?"

Larissa slowly turned her head towards the French man, seeing his eyebrows stitched together in concern for her since he could tell that something was bothering her.

"The security cameras at my dad's house have been triggered. Someone was in the house but by the time any police got there, nobody was in the house and the only thing taken was the very first trophy that I got in karting."

Larissa explained as she tried to watch back the footage of her security cameras but found no picture of an intruder, but noticed how things had once again been moved around within the house.

"Why just that trophy?" Pierre frowned in confusion, wondering who would do it and only take that one trophy.

"I don't have a clue." Larissa admitted as she began to bite at the inside of her cheeks, nerves slowly filling her small body.

"I made sure that you have some German food by the way, I asked Nico for his recommendations." Pierre smiled at his team mate as he pushed the bag of food towards her.

Nico Hulkenberg had actually remembered what German delicacies Larissa liked as a child when he used to babysit her whilst her uncles were doing free practise.

"Thanks." Larissa muttered as she wasn't paying attention, still watching the footage.

Pierre sighed in defeat before he reached over the table to grab her phone from her hand, locking it and placing it in to his pocket.

"Eat, you need it."

Larissa shook her head, reaching for her phone. "I need to check the footage of the cameras."

"Mon cherie, you have checked the footage plenty of times, it won't change anything. You need to eat." Pierre assured her.

"I don't want to eat, I want to check the footage."

Pierre shook his head as he thought of something. "I will go and get Toto to supervise you and feed you like a child if I have to."

"Do it."

"Or Sebastian."

"Do it."

"Or Kimi."

"Do it."

"Or Fernando."

"Go on."

"I'll call Lucy."

Larissa immediately grabbed the bag of food and began to peel open the wrapping of the food as she started to eat the food that her team mate had gotten her.

Pierre smirked, now knowing that he could use Lucy's name to make her eat her food.

"Are you excited for the German Grand Prix?" Pierre questioned her as she ate, deeply enjoying the food that Nico had suggested.

"Hell yeah, Mick is going to be watching from my garage, possibly Ginny too."

Mick Schumacher had been determined to watch his sister and best friend drive at his home race, going as far as flying from his family home in Switzerland to a hotel near the track.

He had wanted to support her for his home race, since his father couldn't.

"Is Zahra going to be in Mercedes again?"

Larissa released a chuckle as she nodded her head, a grin on her face. "Yeah, she's permanently banned from here due to always threatening Franz. Toto even has a chair in the garage with her name on it, now."

"He really has adopted her, hasn't he?"

Larissa smiled sadly at the memory of Zahra's grandmother, remembering the woman who had taken the Bailey woman in as a child to avoid letting her granddaughter go in the care system.

It was about time Zahra had someone to call 'DAD'.

"Yeah, he has." Larissa nodded her head at the thought of it, smiling fondly at the memory that came in to her mind.

"Hey, Mr Mercedes man! Lewis told me that it was your anniversary of working as the team principal, so I made you something!"

Zahra Bailey walked in to the Mercedes garage, seeing the Wolff man turn around at the sound of her voice.

"Ah, Zahra that it too kind. You did not have to, your presence here is a gift enough." Toto Wolff smiled fondly at the woman, accepting her hug and the gift that she made which she pushed in to his hand.

He unwrapped the gift from its tissue paper wrapping, seeing what looked like a bracelet of some sorts, with his name and date of his first day as team principal.

"It is lovely, Zahra. Thank you, I shall wear it with pride. Where did you learn to do this?"

"I learnt how to engrave metal in high school, I thought that I would finally put those skills to good use." Zahra smiled as she noticed the Austrian man placing the metal bracelet on to his wrist.

"I will never take it off." Toto smiled down at her, seeing the proud and happy smile that coated her features.

He stuck to his word.

He had never taken the bracelet off.

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"Kid, you've got to try and get in to Q3, we need you high up the grid for the race."

Franz Tost spoke to his rookie driver as she began to climb in to her car.

"You drive this piece of shit, then speak to me about getting in to Q3."

Larissa rolled her eyes as she closed her visor on her helmet, sitting in her car as she was prepared to set a qualifying lap as quick as her car would let her.

"Watch your tone with me, young lady."

"Watch your tone with me, dickhead. I've still got about twenty people who want your head on a stick for trying to sack me. Let's see who wins that one."

She set off in her car as Franz stood dumbfounded in his spot, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

Her laps weren't great, she knew that.

But she was also aware that she had recently got a new mechanic, not that she knew who they were because she had never spotted them in her garage.

So, she would have to deal with starting from P18 on the grid for the German Grand Prix.

As soon as she had climbed out of her car and headed towards her garage, arms wrapped around her and pulled her in to a hug.

"P18 is not that bad, mausi. You can still get a win, or a podium tomorrow."

Mick Schumacher hugged his best friend tightly, knowing that she would be annoyed with herself, but it wasn't like she didn't do it right.

The car just didn't seem to be quick.

It was almost as if her car wasn't allowed to even go a hundred and eighty miles an hour.

It was almost like someone didn't want it to.

"I'm not getting a podium tomorrow, but I'll take out whoever I have to, to ensure that Uncle Sebby gets the win." Larissa hugged her brother tightly, finding comfort in his arms, since they were always the arms that she felt safe in.

It was something that he so very clearly inherited from his father.

"Lewis will be mad at you." Mick smiled at his best friend, seeing her smile that she had inherited from her father work its way back on to her face.

"Let him. I prefer Britney Spears to him anyway." She winked playfully at her brother.

She was going to sabotage her brothers race, because her Uncle Sebby was getting a home race win.

It probably had something to do with the fact that she was her Uncle's favorite.

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"Gasly is in 13th place, you're currently in 17th."

Matthew, her radio engineer spoke to the Brazilian through the radio, since she had been able to overtake the Mclaren of Stoffel Vandoorne.

"Really? I had no idea! I thought I was in first! Wow, such amazing news!"

Larissa's sarcasm filled voice echoed through the garage of Toro Rosso as she mocked her radio engineer.

Lucy stood nearby, hearing the girls mocking tone of voice as she was forced to hide her smile in to the palm of her hand.

She was so proud of her.

"That's my girl." Lucy whispered to herself in enjoyment at having seen the deflated chest and sagging shoulders of the Brazilians radio engineer.

"There's no need for you to be sarcastic, kid."

Franz warned her through the radio, not noticing the trainer of the girl who was standing behind him, imitating him and rolling her eyes.

"There's no need for you to be as ugly as you are, but you don't hear me complaining about it, do you?"

Larissa scowled within her helmet at her boss' condescending tone, as she overtook a Williams that she believed was Lance Stroll.

She hated her car.

She knew that she could have easily been in the top five by now if her car was actually working as it should, and not barely being able to hold on to sixteenth place.

She didn't know what had happened, or why she had recieved a new mechanic in the first place, since her previous one did the job pretty well.

She didn't even know who her new mechanic was, all she knew about them was that they were definitely a man, and according to her physiotherapist, the man was at least in his sixties.

Esteban was the car next for her to overtake, and she knew that whilst usually she could do it with ease, she knew that she would struggle this time around since her car had decided to act as if it could only go at the speed limit for a mobility scooter.

"Ocon is 1.3 seconds ahead, if you do this-"

"Shut the fuck up! Leave me to it!"

Her voice screamed in anger and annoyance as her radio engineer sank down in to his chair, his mood and body deflating.

She hated it when he would just give her the stats and times between other drivers and herself, because she wasn't stupid.

She could see the drivers in front of her, with her own dark brown eyes, she knew how far ahead of her they were, she knew if she would be able to catch them or not.

It was getting ridiculous at how much they did it, talking and treating her as if she was inferior, as if she was not good enough, as if she had not been doing this whole racing driver thing since she was born.

She was Luiz Cohen's daughter for fucks sake. She knew the world of Formula One like the back of her hand. She knew it like she knew Portuguese.

She knew it like she knew how to walk.

Her whole life she had been trained in to the world of Formula One, to be a racing driver and to win a world championship.

Even after the death of her father, which made her much more determined to get in to the same league as her father had, she was still determined to race because she had been trained in it for her whole life.

She didn't know anything else.

She didn't want to know anything else.

She wanted to race in Formula One until she died, but she knew that it wouldn't be possible since most drivers retired when they were in their thirties, sometimes forties though that depended solely on the driver.

Racing was all that she knew.

Her whole life was built around racing. Her friends were drivers, her family were drivers.

The only person in her life that wasn't, was Zahra, but she spent so much time around drivers that she had practically become one anyway.

Gina didn't count, because she was pretty much a driver too, as for Lucy, well she had been surrounded by drivers for most of her career, so she didn't count either.

As she was driving, she noticed the car of Sebastian Vettel not moving, meaning that he would have a DNF, and not a race win at his home Grand Prix.

The Cohen curse strikes again.

She had somehow managed to work her way up, so that she was in eighth place, between the two Force India's of Sergio 'Checo' Perez and Esteban Ocon.

She was defending from Esteban, whilst at the same time trying to find a way past the Mexican man, who was annoyingly good at defending from other drivers.

She could see her French friend in her mirrors trying to get past her, and overtake her and whilst she was doing her best to overtake and defend at the same time, she knew that it was not going to be good enough.

Her car just didn't have enough power.

As Esteban was able to get alongside her car ready to overtake, her car seemed to jolt before one of her tyres came loose from the back of her car, which was quickly followed by a tyre at the front of her car.

The tyre that came loose from the front of her car flew towards the Force India of Perez, hitting the back of his car and causing debris to cover the track.

As Esteban tried to move out of the way of the debris, his car clipped hers, accidentally sending her Toro Rosso over the debris.

She was still going at a hundred and fifty miles an hour and driving without two tyres, though it didn't matter.

Because as more debris came off the car of Perez, Esteban's car accidentally hit hers once more, causing her to lose control of her stricken car.

Sparks flew as the car without two of its tyres skidded across the track, heading for an impact.

Larissa Kimi Cohen could only scream and brace herself for impact as her car launched towards a metal barrier at a hundred and fifty miles an hour.

And she could only scream helplessly as upon impact with the barrier, her car split in to two and burst in to flames.

With her still inside it.

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A/N

Here I am, once again. (Tiktok audio vibes)

I took a break for a few days, though I was forced to return to writing since my mental health actually needed writing.

I am also learning to edit, FUCKING FINALLY SO CAN I GET A WOHOO! (Pretty please?)

So, you can check out my tiktok _rubylouise19_ for edits coming soon for all of my books.

And once again, check out the Spanish version of Legacy, and the AMAZING edits on tiktok that maddoxev does because they're incredible!

Check out my other books, and my other F1 books, since I keep creating new ones and will until every driver on the current grid has their own book since some of them are CRIMINALLY underrated.

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See ya'll later, and I love you all.

-RUBY