TWENTY TWO

It was the French Grand Prix qualifying.

André Santos had been released pending further investigation for murder, and the only people aware of the whole murder thing, was Larissa Cohen and Maurizio Arrivabene, along with a couple of other Ferrari workers.

Larissa Cohen was determined to get pole in qualifying whilst wearing her father's race suit, even if she recieved a fine from the FIA for doing so.

And get pole, she did.

As soon as the Brazilian climbed out of the car, she was immediately met with a body which barrelled in to her and lifted her in to the air.

Pierre Gasly lifted his team mate in to the air and on to his shoulders as their team celebrated getting their first pole position of the season, with the rookie that was the one and only Larissa Cohen.

Lewis Hamilton had qualified in second, missing out on pole by less than a thousandth of a second. He could see the girl being praised by her team as he stood next to his team principal who, despite losing pole position, looked happy for the young driver.

"She is good, isn't she?" Toto Wolff muttered as he watched the girl.

"When you grow up like she did, there's no way that she wasn't going to be good." Lewis smiled fondly at the girl that he saw as a little sister.

"I think she will be a good Mercedes driver in the future." The Mercedes team principal thought to himself, hearing his star driver laugh from beside him.

"When I retire, you have to promise me that she'll take my seat." Lewis pressed the man to agree to his suggestion, knowing that she was the only person that he wanted to replace him.

It had to be her.

"How soon is the plan?"

Lewis thought for a moment before speaking.

"Soon."

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The media world seemed to love how the Nineteen year old rookie driver that was Larissa Kimi Cohen took pole in qualifying for the French Grand Prix.

What they didn't like however, was that she wore her father's old racing suit, because apparently she was bragging about who her father was, and it apparently made people think that she was only in Formula One because of who her father was.

Rumors began to circulate about her, who she was dating, if she was a lesbian, which team she would be driving for next season, if she was staying in formula one, and a lot more.

Her social media accounts began to blow up, both with love and support, but also a lot of hate and abuse. It varied from little things like her outfits when she was in public to her face and her gender, and also a lot of abuse saying that she was disappointing her father and that she was a disgrace to the name of her father and an embarrassment in the sport.

So what did Larissa do?

Did she cry, or let it bother her?

Of course she didn't.

She posted a photo of herself, stood in her father's trophy room which was filled with trophies from her father's career and posted it to all of her social media accounts with the caption, "dead men can't defend their titles, so I can steal them instead."

It caused outcry and hate everywhere, but it also made some critics of her laugh, showing that she didn't care, and that she was determined enough to go for a win before the season ended.

It just wasn't meant to be at the French Grand Prix.

Her car had been clipped by the Red Bull of Max Verstappen, which had caused damage severe enough to put her out of contention for points.

She was battling for 13th, against the Sauber of Ericsson, and it appeared that she was losing pace and control of the car that she was driving, and after multiple crashes and retirements of other drivers, including that of her team mate Pierre Gasly, she was looking at potentially finishing last, despite her starting in pole.

And whilst she wanted to finish, was it really worth finishing a race that she had started in pole, in last place, with severe damage and a weakening car?

She didn't think so, so the stupid idiot that the Brazilian was, decided to put her foot to the floor and whilst her wheel clipped that of Ericsson, she turned her wheel, just enough, to deliberately, send her car veering in to a barrier and making her spin as she crashed out.

She was uninjured but Franz was not happy. Whilst most were blaming Ericsson for her crashing out, or Verstappen for causing the damage in the first place, her team principal knew that she was at fault and that her crashing out was deliberate.

"What would your father say to that?" Franz Tost glared at his rookie driver, as she stood in front of him in the Toro Rosso garage with her arms folded across her chest with a scowl across her face.

"Hmm, tough question." Larissa faked thought, her fingers pressed under her chin in a thinking pose. "Probably, "I'm dead." You know?"

"You could have been hurt, or injured Ericsson in your stupidness, do you have any idea of what you've done?"

Larissa rolled her dark brown eyes at the man. "Saved you from the embarrassment of finishing last after getting pole. Your welcome, by the way."

"Amateur." Franz scoffed before he walked away from the girl.

"Dickhead." Larissa returned the insult, before leaving the garage after being berated, and found her team mate sitting by himself.

Pierre didn't notice the girl sidle up to him, sitting beside him as she stared in to the distance. He didn't notice how she stayed silent, just letting him wallow in silence at having failed during his home Grand Prix, as she rested her head on his shoulder.

He did notice however, her small smile that plagued her skin as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her tighter against him.

They were team mates, but they were also friends, and they both cared for each other a lot, even if one cared slightly more than the other, and in a slightly different way.

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"Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, what the hell are you doing?"

Charles' head shot up from the ground to see his favorite Brazilian standing in front of him with a confused and questioning look upon her face.

He immediately flushed pink at the sight of her, as sweat covered her skin, redness lapping at her cheeks from exhaustion. She was dressed in a sports bra and shorts, which showed off her abs and her toned legs, which he tried his best not to look at.

"Ma princesse, I uh, came to cheer you up after the race. I brought some movies so you can choose which one you want to watch." Charles looked down at the ground in an attempt to hide his ever reddening cheeks.

"Riss, you still on for that movie night?"

Carlos Sainz walked over to the pair, seeing his two friends interacting with each other. He noticed how the Monégasque frowned at his presence causing a feeling to grow in his gut.

"Am I interrupting something?" Carlos frowned, though he noticed how the Brazilian was never able to answer his question before someone else arrived, wrapping their arms around the girls waist.

"Lara, you can't just leave in the middle of a workout, we have a forfeit for you." Daniel Ricciardo laughed as she squirmed in his grasp.

"Yeah, the loser has to tweet about a rival team and profess their love for them." Max smirked as both Red Bull drivers intruded on the conversation of the Brazilian with the Renault and Sauber drivers.

"I'll take the forfeit and profess my love for Mercedes then." Larissa rolled her eyes before she smiled at the Spanish and Monégasque drivers who she had been speaking to.

"Lar, Zahra says that George and Mick are on their way to cheer you up and oh-" Esteban stopped in his tracks at the group of men surrounding his best friend.

"Mon Cherie, I-"

"Oh for fuck sake." Larissa laughed loudly as she kept getting repeatedly interrupted. "I'll be in my trailer, you want to cheer me up, you all know where I'll be."

Larissa shook her head as she laughed, walking away and towards her trailer so that she could have a shower, which was very much needed after her workout with the Red Bull boys.

The guys who stood still, watching her walk away, looked around at each other with confusion, each with their own question.

How did each one of them feel about her?

How close was she with each of them?

Was she dating any of them?

Did she have romantic feelings for any of them?

Did she really not care who cheered her up?

Was he her favorite Australian?

Daniel could only smirk as he noticed the group of drivers battle with their own thoughts and feelings.

He left them to debate within themselves as he made his way to his best friends driver trailer to cheer her up after she had a really bad race.

The fun was officially beginning.

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Larissa Cohen was supposed to be meeting her friend, Yuki, but that plan went straight out of the window as she came face to face with her grandfather.

"Anjo, I think we need to talk."

"I think that you should fuck off." Larissa glared at the man as she began stepping closer to her car so that she could climb back in the vehicle and get away from him.

"You know I can't do that." André shook his head at his granddaughter. "Come and give your grandpa a hug."

"I'd rather give him a funeral." She snapped, as her back pressed against her driver door. She pushed her keys in to her door, just in case that if anything went wrong, that Yuki would know that she was in danger.

No matter how calm she acted, she was terrified. The man that was standing in front of her and approaching her slowly as if she was prey and he was a lion, was the same man that had gotten away with murder for eleven years, the murder of her father.

She just wanted to run, to be safe and away from the man who had ruined her entire life and ended the life of her beloved papa, the man who she loved with her whole heart.

Nobody could ever come close to how much she loved her papa.

Luiz Cohen was her everything.

Her heart was so full of love for her father, with only a small part available for other people. That small part was already completely taken, by her uncles, Fernando, Sebastian, Kimi and Michael, and her siblings, Lewis, Gina and Mick, her best friend Zahra and some other friends.

There was no room for anybody else, since every part of her was taken, and showed no sign of being available anytime soon.

So no matter what excuses were made, and lies were told, Larissa knew that she would never ever believe the man standing in front of her or forgive him for ending both her and her father's lives.

"Anjo, I am not a murderer, it was merely a mistake." André eyed the girl carefully, seeing her breath starting to quicken as she began to panic.

"You were his mechanic and you knew. But you sent him out and didn't care." Larissa tried to hold back the tears that threatened to leak from her eyes at the memory of her father's death.

"You knew. You knew, and you didn't care!" Larissa raised her voice at the man who just rolled his eyes and tutted at the girl before him.

"It wasn't personal."

"It fucking felt personal!" She screamed, her voice cracking at the admission of guilt from her own grandfather. "It fucking felt personal when you took my father from me!"

"Your father was not the Saint that you make him out to be, he was cold, calculating, evil." Her grandfather informed the girl as she scoffed bitterly.

"Says the murderer." Larissa spat angrily, seeing her grandfather growing more and more agitated with her.

"He treated my daughter like shit, he only cared about one thing and that was you. He had to go." André spoke, with bitterness in his tone.

"Oh, so because he was a good dad, it meant that he had to die, huh? Is that what you are saying?" Larissa took a step forward to stare down her father's killer.

"My dad had to die because you have a whore as a daughter? My dad was 'evil' because he was a good dad who looked after his daughter whilst his wife slept around?" André released a sigh at the girl challenging him, watching as she stepped away from her car to insult him.

Larissa didn't get to finish her rant as her grandfather simply scoffed before striking her hard across the face, knocking the Cohen girl unconscious.

"You're just as stupid as your father, little girl."

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A/N

Thanks to almightyhotch for reminding me that I forgot all about the summer break because im an idiot, so I'll have to write something up for that, thanks a lot Sara😭😭💔

Some races I will be skipping through with summaries, like the French Grand Prix, so don't hate me please, I'm a sensitive person.

Anyway, enjoy whatever this is and yeah, bye

-RUBY