TWENTY SIX

TRIGGER WARNING- SLIGHT, MILD MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED RAPE, I WILL PUT A * JUST BEFORE IT JUST SO YOU ARE AWARE!.

"PIERRE GASLY, YOU LYING LITTLE SHIT!"

Pierre, who was half asleep, jumped to his feet immediately at the booming sound of her voice approaching.

"Mon Cherie, how was your fully paid for, dinner?"

He attempted to play it off, but he could see how annoyed and angry his team mate was as she glared at him from her place in front of him, still dressed in her golden gown.

Charles obviously must have told her that he was sitting in the café across the road from the restaurant, since he was supposed to be watching to see if he was playing cupid.

Instead, he fell asleep.

"You set me up!" Larissa raged at him, seeing his proud smile falter.

"Je suis désolé, I just wanted the two of you to date!" Pierre apologised to her as he ran a hand over his face to hopefully wake himself up.

"If he would have asked me to dinner himself, I would have said yes!" Larissa shouted, not caring if anyone else heard her.

Like the Monégasque who had chased after her as soon as she had left the restaurant after the dinner.

"Ma princesse, I didn't know until half an hour before I got to your door, I swear, he didn't mean any harm!" Charles tried to defend his best friend, but at her harsh glare, cowered away.

"Mon Cherie, I'm so sorry." Pierre tried to hug her, seeing anger radiating off her.

He could have cried when she abruptly pulled away from his grasp.

"I can choose who I want to go on a date with, Pierre." Larissa glared at him as the French man felt a pain in his chest as she didn't call him by the nickname that she had given him on the first day that they had met each other.

"I would have agreed to go on a date with him, if he had just asked me himself! I don't like knowing that it was forced by you! Or anyone for that matter!"

"Ma princ-"

"No." Larissa shook her head in anger, making the Monégasque frown in sadness. "Do not try and make this better. I'm too angry to let you try and excuse this, right now."

Pierre and Charles exchanged a look, sadness passing in both of their eyes.

"Just let me go and drown my sorrows until the two of you realise that I would have dated him if only he had asked himself and not to have his best friend do it by tricking me and who led me on a fucking bet!"

Larissa stormed away before they could try and further defend themselves.

She knew that she was being dramatic, but it hurt her knowing that Charles hadn't asked her to dinner himself, but instead Pierre had managed to  trick her, by a bet to have dinner with him, in a non romantic way, only for it to be a ruse so that he could set her up with his best friend.

She soon pulled out her phone and clicked on to a number which had become lost in the sea of people in her contacts, before pressing the dial button, hoping that despite the fact that she hadn't spoke to them in a long while, that they would still answer the phone.

And they did, in one ring.

"Little shit, what's wrong, why are you calling me of all people?"

"Nico, I need a drinking partner for the night."

"I'm on my way."

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Nico Rosberg laughed loudly as he noticed the Cohen girls scowl as he waved teasingly at her as she approached him.

"Ah, little shit. You look a little bit overdressed."

"I have spare clothes, so shut your big fat mouth." Larissa rolled her dark brown eyes at the man's teasing smile.

"It's been a long time since you last spoke to me, you know?" Nico rose an eyebrow at the dark haired girl who had decided to hide down a dark alleyway to be able to change her clothes.

"Yeah, well you're a good drinking partner and you don't ask questions usually, so I thought that we could catch up over a few shots." Larissa spoke as she had changed in to a pair of jeans and a black top, which she wore with a black leather jacket and black combat boots.

Her golden outfit was pushed in to a bag that she had grabbed from her hotel room in a rush, not bothering to actually get changed there, despite the fact that it would have been much, much easier.

"Oi, give it here." Nico grabbed the clutch bag from her grasp and threw it over his shoulder as he didn't want her to carry it for the whole night.

"You're going to carry a hand bag all night? Are you sure that you haven't got a concussion or anything? No brain damage? No ego getting to your unhumanly large head?" Larissa teased as she stared at him with her arms folded in front of her chest.

"Yes, I can't have you doing it now, can I? And for the record, you might want to dial down on the very obvious bias for Hamilton. I can make sure that you end up sleeping in a skip for the night, again."

He smiled at her as he teased her back, watching as she shook her head with a smile that she could not quite hold back.

"Lead the way, 2016 World Champion."

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Nico Rosberg had passed out drunk in the men's toilets of the nightclub.

It meant that Larissa Cohen was left drinking alone, not that she minded, but she couldn't be surprised that he had fallen asleep.

The barman, who seemed to have taken a liking to her, had taken a photo of him asleep in the men's toilets and asked if she was with him.

Of course she had said yes and that he was practically a cousin to her, and so he had offered to wake him up so that the young girl would not be drinking alone, but she opted to let the man sleep.

That way, it would then be his own fault if he got locked in the club overnight, again.

She had definitely drank more than she ever had since entering Formula One, and she could feel herself, for the first time in a very long time, actually getting drunk, since her alcohol tolerance was very high.

She swayed slightly from the ingestion of the alcoholic liquid, with her head feeling light, as if she was floating on a cloud.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing drinking alone?"

A man approached her from behind as she was standing next to the bar. He smelt badly of alcohol and his face was lit up in to a smile that made her think that he thought that he would end up getting lucky.

"Looking for my next murder victim, and coincidentally, you look like my usual target." Larissa responded with a straight face as she took a shot of tequila.

"You're a funny one, you are." The man smiled at her.

"Thanks, my dad always said that I should be a comedian." She deadpanned, watching the man carefully as he ordered a mass of shots for just the two of them.

As the barman served the alcohol, she noticed how he also seemed to watch the man, to make sure that the man was not bothering her at all, or inserting anything in to the alcohol that would cause her harm.

"Here's to us." The man, Reece as he had introduced himself, smirked at her, handing her the majority of the shots that he had payed over a hundred euros for.

He became even more drunk when the girl was able to take all of the shots, without seeming affected, as she ordered more and placed it on his tab.

If he was going to bother her, she was going to drink him and his credit card under the table.

Nico appeared out of nowhere after 2 hours of the pair drinking shots together and frowned in confusion when he noticed the girls unknown drinking partner.

"Excuse me, I believe, that I-" He drunkenly pointed to himself. "-am drinking with her, and only me."

"Get lost pal." The man called Reece shook him off, thinking that he was just a drunken guy trying to get laid with a beautiful girl.

"His card has declined." The barman informed the Brazilian as Reece frowned in confusion.

"I had a thousand euros on it." He slurred.

"It's declined, so it must have been used up." The barman shrugged his shoulders.

"She's MY drinking partner." The Rosberg man slurred, his voice louder than before, as he  stumbled slightly.

"Come on babe, let's leave this drunken creepy guy and go back to my hotel to drink." Reece attempted to tempt the girl, to get her back to his apartment, but watched as she shook her head in disgust.

"Nah, you're not the kinda company that I wanna drink with." Larissa smirked, winking at the barman who couldn't hide his laughter anymore. "Thanks for the drinks though, you've saved me a fortune."

"MY drinking partner!" Nico repeated.

"Come on Rosberg, looks like I've got to babysit you, once again."

Reece watched as she carried the drunken ex formula one driver away, before turning to the laughing barman.

"What just happened?"

The barman watched her go in awe. "She just bled your credit card dry, that's what you creeps deserve."

He was pretty sure that he had just fallen in love.

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*****

A drunken Larissa Cohen had dropped off the practically unconscious Nico Rosberg at his hotel room, as she stumbled back on to the busy city streets.

It was roughly about three in the morning, and there were a lot of shady people about, many of which were watching a drunken young girl stumble across the pavement and the road.

She hadn't even noticed that she was being followed by a gang of men, until one of them approached her from behind.

"Not smart for a girl in your state to be on her own." His deep voice sent chills down her spine.

"Not smart for you to piss me off." Larissa slurred, her vision blurry.

"Boys, grab her!"

A pair of hands grabbed a hold of her as they attempted to pull her in to an alleyway.

Another pair of hands were closing in on her jeans, to hopefully rip them off her small, muscled body.

Larissa Cohen winced as she slammed her head back, headbutting a man in the face and nearly knocking him out.

Despite her drunken state, she was still able to fight, since she was trained in martial arts and boxing from the age of seven.

Her fist slammed in to the face of another, and as she brought her hand back, her elbow hit the guy that had spoken to her, flat in the nose, causing the bone to break.

Her boots easily caused damage as she sent a kick in to the neck of another man, before her knee kept him down on the ground.

In all, five men were laid out on the ground in front of her, most of them bleeding and wounded, with one of them being unconscious.

She crouched in front of the man who had spoken to her, and despite her blurry vision, she could still make out the blood gushing from his nose.

"Not everyone is defenceless when they're drunk, asshole."  She spat, before rising to her feet.

She soon walked away from the gang of men, drunkenly stumbling away towards a hotel room that she felt like she needed to be, to let out all of her frustrations.

Her knuckles pounded on to the hotel door, at three thirty in the morning, disturbing the occupant from their slumber.

They approached the door, shirtless and pulled it open to see a dark haired Brazilian girl stood before them.

She surged forwards, pressing her lips to theirs, smiling in to the kiss as they instantly responded, arms wrapping tightly around her waist, as if they had been starved of her kisses their whole life.

They stumbled back to inside the persons hotel room, allowing her to close the door with her foot.

The kissing pair soon made their way towards the hotel bed, ridding themselves of their clothes in the process, before they were lost in a sea of passion.

That was very much needed, for the both of them.

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A/N

So, it was a mild trigger warning, but I know that it can still trigger people so I had to warn you guys anyway, and I hope that everyone is okay and I can only apologise for having to include the scene.

If anyone has ever experienced any form of abuse, you're a survivor and we all love you here! My DMS are also, always open if you want to ever talk about how you are feeling, because you are not alone.

I love you all very much, and your support on this story, is the only thing keeping me and my mental health relatively sane, so please keep reading, voting, commenting because when I have a bad day, I open wattpad and read all of your comments and it immediately makes me feel so much better!

Love you Nico Rosberg.

Thankyou for loving Legacy, Larissa Cohen and Zahra Bailey as much as you have, and we'll all be back soon with the next chapter!

-RUBY