legacy ~leclerc~ hitched/thefight au

Chapter Three

"Do you ever think about how your mum dated Uncle Pierre?" Lewis randomly asked Violet, sitting opposite him, engrossed in a conversation with his twin brother.

The girl shrugged. "What, like how your mum nearly picked Uncle Milo?" She winked. "I just find it funny how, after all that, your parents still named you after him," The Verstappen girl smirked, twatting Milo around the ear.

"Uncle Milo is a freaking legend," Milo remarked, but he would think that. "Do you even listen to the stories he has from back in the day when they were all our age?"

Uncle Milo was the one Uncle who any of the kids could go to about anything. He had an open-door policy, meaning whatever one of the kids said unless it would put them in danger, ended with Uncle Milo.

Over the years, all the children had gone to him about something:

Senna went to him about the pressures of being a Hamilton. Milo knew it wouldn't be long before he felt the strains of his surname. Having been best friends with his father for over 25 years, Milo knew eventually Senna would feel it. Senna, at 15, was having trouble balancing being an A+ Grade student with his budding karting career and his ever-growing social media following. Sir Lewis Hamilton had only ever wanted the best for his son, but that didn't include him winning F3 and F2 in consecutive years.

Milo had spent hours with his namesake questing whether signing for Arsenal was the right call when Monaco had offered him the exact same contract, which would mean he could be seven minutes away from his family. Uncle Milo told sixteen-year-old Milo Leclerc to go with his heart – Arsenal. The team his mother supported.

Violet went to Uncle Milo when she needed an escape from the intense training routine her parents had her on. She knew that Max and Scarlet meant well, but Violet wanted more, and Uncle Milo could see that. After all, he had watched his father's pressure on the shoulders of a young Scarlet.

On the other hand, Lewis had only ever gone to Uncle Milo once. When his first relationship ended. Lewis felt like he wasn't the man he was supposed to be. Apart from that, Lewis kept his feelings to himself. He was like his mother in that way. He couldn't get hurt if he pretended he didn't have feelings.

"I can't believe our parents had a life; what did they do before they had kids?" Lewis poked.

Lewis had never really thought about his parents' love life because why would he? But when he was in an interview last week, it sprung on him and then he had to research it.

"According to the Paddock Girl archives, our parents' lives were very colourful," Antione laughed as he came to join the group.

Now that was a name that the current drivers knew all too well. It had followed the glamourous world of Formula One since the late 2000s; their favourite target had been Lewis Hamilton and all of his extracurriculars with Jenson Button.

"They really liked your parents; every other post was Scarlet and Max in 2022," Milo chuckled as he pulled up the archives.

The famous will they, won't they, relationship between Max and Scarlet was grained into any F1 fan. Their crash at Silverstone 2022 had gone done as one of the worst crashes that didn't end in fatality. Lewis sometimes wondered if Pierre had ever really gotten over Scarlet.

"Crazy how we are one decision away from something completely different," Milo pondered; it even sounded relatively deep from the older twin. "I wonder if mum would have named me Charles if Milo was our dad,"

Lewis scoffed. The twins had some knowledge of the relationship between their mother and Milo Crusoe. Still, neither of them had fully understood the relationship dynamics of Milo and Presley – dubbed Preslo – by Paddock girl. To be honest, even to this day, neither did their father.

Senna smirked as a waitress trailed behind him with a plate of drinks presumably ordered by the Hamilton boy who slotted into the booth next to Violet. Shock.

"I'm still laughing that my dad got his name into four children's," Senna remarked as the drinks were placed on the table. "For someone who was supposed to not have any friends on the grid, clearly he was doing something right!"

It had been reported that Lewis Hamilton was a recluse regarding events, and the record-breaking champ would probably agree to it to a degree. Milo Crusoe brought him out of his well-dug tunnel and back into the social groupings.

"You look nice," Violet smiled as she looked at Senna. It was a quiet moment between drivers, but Lewis could hear, and more importantly, he could see how Senna looked at his friend. Was Lewis jealous?

The Brit had a dopey smile; it was crooked, but it was pure, and when he looked at Violet, it seemed to grow and grow until it took over his entire face. It was irritatingly sweet, and Lewis hated it.

Violet, Senna and Lewis had been a trio their whole life, just like Milo and Henry had been partners in crime and Jules, Lucia, and Maxie were the princesses. The idea that Violet and Senna could branch out independently was scary.

"Vi, you're a girl, right?" Milo announced with pursed lips.

The table turned to look at Violet. She raised a brow, "The last time I checked?" She replied. "What do you want to know?"

When Milo opened sentences like that, Violet knew it was going down one road. He had fucked up, and he needed a girl's perspective.

If Senna was Lewis' confidant, then Violet was Milo's. Both twins used to go to Kyra as she was the eldest of the children, but it was no longer viable of her dalliance with Milo and Henry.

"Is Senna really the best-looking of all of us?" Milo smirked as his eyes looked around the table.

Violet had always been one of the boys. Even though karting and F1 were more female-friendly thanks to the heroics of her mother, women in motorsports were still outnumbered.

The girl looked around the table and pondered the Leclerc's boys' words. Was Senna the best-looking?

Sure, Senna had that tanned complexion that made it look like he was permanently on a tropical vacation, but it was his hazel eyes that really captivated Violet. They were soft yet incredibly predatory, always searching for what he wanted.

"Why does it matter?" Violet deflected.

Milo shrugged. "It doesn't; just it will come out soon enough cause unlike his father, Senna can't hide his emotions!"

Lewis scowled at his brother. Milo didn't have a filter; he believed in speaking every truth even if it wasn't his place to announce it. At the time, Lewis loved it; he knew his brother was far braver than he was, but to launch that Senna and Violet were supposedly an item was not ok.

"On that note, we should probably go get some food?" Antione suggested after seeing Lewis's awkwardness.

The group nodded, and everyone followed Antione through to the Monaco restaurant. Only Violet and Senna hung back.

There had always been a sweetness in the air when it came to these two, and given Milo's words at drinks, the British driver wanted to ensure things were ok between them.

Violet chuckled as Senna brought her into his arms. He smelt good, expensive sandalwood and saffron. It was how Scarlet had always described Senna's father to smell.

Senna's hand dipped Violet's lower back. "Milo's drunk; he didn't know what he was saying," Senna pushed.

Neither one of them believed his words, and the lack of conviction on Senna's face said everything. Senna and Violet knew precisely what Milo was saying, and neither of them could deny his words.

Violet nodded. It was unconvincing. "Oh...yeah... of course,"

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Is Lewis Jealous?

Just a small chapter to bring the gangs lives into it!