LEGACY/// FORMULA ONE (3)

SIXTY THREE

SIXTY THREE

Larissa Cohen was in a prison.

She was by herself, deciding that it would be for the best that nobody came with her because she had some things that she needed to say.

To her grandfather, Andrè Santos. The man who had murdered her father.

She had already passed through security so she couldn't back out now, but she knew that she had to do this and would never back out. Her dark eyes were cold and hard as she prepared herself for seeing the man again, knowing what had to be done.

She had won, now it was time to gloat.

Her sneakers squeaked slightly as she walked along the cold grey floor that resided throughout the prison, approaching the table where her father's killer sat patiently waiting for her arrival.

The Cohen girl sat down in front on him, mere centimetres away from him and his touch, knowing that every thing that he touched, he tended to destroy, with the girl making sure that he would not be able to reach her.

"Anjo, it is so good to see you."

Andrè Santos smiled grimly at his granddaughter, trying to get under her skin and intimidate the young racing driver.

"I'm sure it is, assassino."

Larissa smirked as she leant back against her chair, seeing his face falter momentarily before he was able to mask it behind a smirk of his own.

"I just thought I'd visit you so that you weren't too lonely, you know?" Larissa raised both of her eyebrows in a smug expression, wiggling them up and down and even shooting him a teasing wink. "I mean, no daughter to visit you, no son in law, no Pete, no wife, only me. That's gotta hurt."

"Of course not, it is a pleasure." Andrè lied, knowing what she was doing, using his own gloating behavior against him.

"The person who you thought would be an easy kill is sitting right in front of you, able to leave here whenever they want whereas you are stuck in here every single day of what's left of your miserable little life."

Larissa cackled, smugness in her chest knowing that now she finally had her father's killer in prison, getting what they deserved for ending his life and ruining hers.

She knew that her father would be celebrating right now.

"You were clever, hiding that diary." Andrè snapped, glaring coldly at his granddaughter.

"You never did find out where I hid it after I found it, so I clearly outsmarted you many times." Larissa chuckled, eyes closing momentarily.

"Give me the diary." The fist of the Santos man abruptly slammed on to the table, making the formula one driver open her eyes to stare at him.

"Give me my father back."

"I can't do that."

"Then we both want something that we can't have." Larissa narrowed her eyes coldly at the man sat in front of her, mirroring the look that her father used to give when he was angry. "You killed my dad for money, but then you tried to kill me for that and it doesn't make sense."