LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

FIFTY

FIFTY

"How's my favorite Mercedes driver?"

Nico Rosberg teased the Brazilian as he walked in to her house, seeing his former team mate sitting beside her with his dog on his lap.

"He's retired."

Larissa Cohen spoke nonchantly, leaning back against her sofa with her eyes closed. She could feel Roscoe licking at her hand, causing her to turn her palm upwards, tickling his neck with her fingers.

"No you're not." Lewis Hamilton shook his head from side to side, rolling his eyes at his little sisters attempt to reunite them.

"Little shit, did you really just invite the two of us to join you?" Nico questioned her with a raised eyebrow, sitting beside her as she gave him a stern look.

"Consider this, a couples therapy session." Larissa released a yawn, closing her eyes as she felt both of their eyes on her. "I'm a child of divorce and I don't like it."

"We talk when we need to. Usually about you." Nico attempted to argue, though he was immediately shut up by her hand clasping over his mouth.

"Oh yeah, when I'm having breakdowns and in mortal danger, you talk. I want you to talk about your issues and resolve them so that I'm not losing the will the live." Larissa noticed the small glance that the two men shared.

"It's complicated." Lewis spoke.

"What he said." Nico muttered underneath his breath.

"That's the first time you've agreed on something in a long time." Larissa scoffed, using her hands to pick up Roscoe and place him on to her own lap.

"There's too much time that's passed, Lis." Lewis spoke to her gently, trying not to get her worked up.

"It's been two years. Get over yourselves, there's people dying and all you two care about is your pathetic rivalry."

"I was always second to him." Nico admitted.

"You always tried to sabotage me." Lewis shot back.

The two men argued back and forth, each of them speaking about what had caused their rift, as Larissa wished for the ground to swallow her whole.

"Alright I've had enough of the two of you and your issues. I'm not being paid for this." The Cohen girl groaned loudly. "You both felt like the other was trying to oust you, play you, beat you or whatever. And now you're both too stubborn to apologise."

"I'm not stubborn."

"I'm not apologising."

"So we're done here." Larissa stood to her feet, Roscoe in her arms. "I'll ask Mark to manage me because I'm not dealing with your issues anymore."

"Wait no!" Lewis jumped to his feet, grabbing a gentle hold of her arm. "I want to manage you, idiot."

"But you're not capable of moving past your old rivalry."

"I am! Look I'm sorry, okay. We both just want you to be happy and successful. I'm sure that we can move past it for you, right?" Lewis glanced at the German man, seeing him nod his head up and down at them.

"Yeah, there's no need to kamikaze your career by having Mark manage you, just to prove a point." Nico patted the Brazilian on the top of her head.

Larissa began to smirk as she had succeeded in her mission, to make them want to talk and be friends again. Albeit with a bit of manipulation. She knew that the two of them would fall for it.

Daniel had known it too, since she had planned the whole thing with him. Toto had thought that she would fail, saying that the two men were just too blinded by their past.