LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

FORTY NINE

FORTY NINE

"Well you were definitely not who I was expecting to see."

A dark cold voice spoke in surprise, a smirk stitched on to their face which showed no sign of disappearing.

"To what do I owe you the pleasure?"

"You have to leave Larissa alone. She doesn't need you in her life."

Andre Santos shook his head from side to side, a chuckle leaving his throat whilst his eyes seemed to light up in glee.

"She doesn't need you either." André shot a wink to the person opposite him, seeing how they did not back or shrink away from his cold glare.

"You murdered her father."

Max Verstappen glared the old man down angrily, his brows furrowed together in to a scowl whilst his eyes narrowed in to slits, his arms folded across his chest tightly.

"And you slept with her whilst she was drunk." André chuckled in glee, noticing how the Dutch man's face faltered as he seemed to know exactly what had happened.

"H-how did you know that?"

André shrugged his shoulders nonchantly with his bottom lip extruding outwards slightly.

"I know a lot of people, Maxie." Andre grinned, seeing the Verstappen boy clench his jaw in an attempt to hold himself back.

"I made a mistake." Max spoke in defiance. "And I will spend my life trying to make up for it. Whereas you, all you want to do is to escape and cause harm to her for no fucking reason."

"That's where you're wrong." Andre glanced down at his lap sadly, a single tear falling down his cheek.

"What? You want to make up for it?" Max frowned, leaning forwards across the table slightly.

"No." Andre lifted his head back up to lock eyes with the Dutch boy. "I had a reason. Money."

"You killed Luiz and tried to kill Larissa for money? Are you for real?" Max glared at the ageing man, clenching his fists tightly ready to punch him.

"Her father was loaded, and she inherited all of it. Which means that she is loaded." The Santos man leant back in to his chair, noticing in happiness that the boy in front of him was getting increasingly riled up.

"You killed the father of an eight year old child!" Max yelled, slamming his fist down to the table in disgust.

"And? What's your point? Are you here trying to defend her honor? Trying to get in to her good books? Or her pants?" Andre laughed loudly, his tone mockingly.

"I care about her! All I want is for you to leave her alone!" Max raised his voice even more with anger, hate and aggression bursting out from his lips.

"Get that Leclerc boy here and maybe I'll consider it, since he is so obviously the one who loves her properly."

Max found his eyes widening at the realisation of what the Cohen girls grandfather was saying and implying, his mouth slightly dropping open.

He had known that the two of them had been getting along very well and getting close, but he had no idea of just how close they had gotten.

He had no idea that Charles was actually in love with her.

Was she in love with him?

"No." Max shook his head from side to side as he puffed his chest out in an attempt to seem like he hadn't been affected by what the Santos man had said to him.