"SHIT." Monica sighed as she stood back up from the bottom cupboard of the wine cellar. "Dad! Kenickie's drunk all the wine again."

"I have not!"

Monica walked the steps towards the open door, entering the hall before moving into the large decorated living room (which if she was honest, looked more like a ballroom.).

The crystal chandelier hung high above her heads, the walls coated in a pristine white paint. The floor was soft carpet her father had imported all the way from New Zealand. The sofa's were draped in expensive blankets, and each side table was adorned with fragile figurines and objects from her fathers travels.

Monica leaned against the wall, folding her arms, giving her brother who sat across from her on one of the large sofa's next to their mother a look. "Just because in Britain you're allowed to drink at 18 doesn't mean you can here." she teased him.

Kenickie was born in England, as Marya was away working on a business project with some share holders, when she went into labour. Of course, it was no bother to Robert, who was able to buy the quickest first class flight out to the UK from Canada.

Monica, who was two years old when Kenickie was born, did not go with him, but instead stayed with Connie, their maid for a week until her father, mother and new baby brother returned.

Kenickie himself had never been a racer, at all. It just never clicked with him.

He was rather socially awkward, and always hated attending Monica's events with her, because he would just be bombarded with questions about a sport he knew nothing about, but people expected him to be involved, as Monica was his sister.

This annoyed Robert, as deep down, he though Kenickie would move further up the motorsport chain quicker than Monica, considering the sexist views that most people still had within the industry, but when Kenickie was sure he wanted no part in racing, he turned all his focus to his daughter.

Robert had been a racer when he was young, which was how Monica was introduced to the sport. However, when he was 19, Robert had a large crash, and broke his left leg, right arm and a few ribs.

His career completely defended into chaos, as he wasn't able to race at all. However, with the money he'd saved from winning several championships in his youth, with extra help from the name he'd made for himself, he was able to create Hadshaw INC , a globally successful engine company, which enabled him to keep in touch with the motorsport world.

"Monica don't lean on the paint." Robert told his daughter from her right, not looking up from the newspaper he was reading.

Monica pushed herself up from the wall with a sheepish look. "Sorry." she mumbled, before walking passed her mother, moving to sit in one of the comfy armchairs to the left of the sofa Kenickie was situated on.

Checking his mother and father weren't looking, he looked back over to his sister, secretly giving her the finger, before hiding back into his book. "I'll drink if I want thanks." he retorted.

Monica stared open mouthed at her brother. "Since when did you become an angry child."

Kenickie threw his book down into his lap in frustration, "I'm literally classed as an adult in my country of birth Mon."

Monica raised her eyebrows, smiling at his frustration, "Last time I checked though dude this wasn't your Royal-ass kissing country." she joked, earning a small laugh from her brother.

"Monica."

She looked up to see the disapproving eyes of her father. "Dad it was just a joke-" she tried to explain.

"Honey jokes are meant to be funny. Not to pick fun." Robert scolded her.

"Kenickie laughed." Monica muttered to herself as she sank down in her chair.

"Actually Mon, there's an article in here about the Alfa seat. It's the same one from online. About you and that Piastri boy." Robert said, holding it out the newspaper for her to go and get.

Monica stood up, walking over to her father. "Oh, yeah Oscar saw it the other day. We read it together. It's all a load of bull-"

"Monica."

"All a load of rubbish," she corrected herself, emphasising the word. ", about me having more money."

"Well it's not rubbish it's true." Robert watched his daughter walk back to her chair with the newspaper in hand. "You've got the money to use if you need it."

Kenickie gave his sister a look that read " do not mention it" . But then again, when did Monica ever listen to her brother?

"Actually Dad... Oscar and I agreed neither of us would use money in the seat fight. It would be decided purely on skill and driving."

Kenickie winced, hiding behind his book more, as Robert, who had been stirring his tea, froze.

Marya looked up from her computer, eyeing her husband, then her daughter, and back again.

"You're what?" Robert asked her daughter in a tone which meant she had one more chance to say something he was going to like.

But Monica held her ground. "We're not using money to bribe Alfa."

"You mean you agreed to help his chances because you've got money."

"Dad-"

"No Monica, he doesn't have the money, and that's not our problem. You need to stop putting yourself down for this Piastri character, I don't even know why you bother. He's your championship rival. I would never be friends with the person who could disrupt my career." Robert was clearly on a roll.

"Yeah well the industry has changed a lot since you were there." Monica muttered to herself, but obviously not quite enough.

"Young lady you should watch your tone. I think you're forgetting who put you in this industry." Robert said, sitting back up in his chair.

Monica narrowed her eyes slightly, leaning forward to retorted, but she caught her mother's eye.

Marya could always calm Monica down if she got into fights with Robert. It was one of her many mothering skills that Monica was gratefully thankful for. If Marya wasn't able to calm Monica down, she was certain she would have been kicked out years ago.

Marya shook her head softly at her daughter, "We'll talk later." she mouthed.

So, instead of battling with Robert, Monica bit her tongue, and leant back down into the chair. Kenickie looked over to her, and nudged her with his foot.

She looked back over to her brother, who had his phone out behind his book. He was in his notes app, and had typed something out.

Kaya just texted me saying you weren't answering your phone. She's outside.

Monica gave her brother a small smile. "Thanks." she mouthed, before she stood up, giving Kenickie a kiss on the forehead, and walking over, doing the same to her mother, and waking out towards the front door.

"Where are you going now?" Robert shouted down the corridor, as Monica took her keys from the hook beside the door.

"Out." was all Monica replied, before she unlocked the house, stepping outside into the cold Canadian air.

Kaya Landon, her best friend (besides Oscar or Robert Shwartzman, Oscar's teammate,) stood at the bottom of the steps to the front door, holding her hands up in the air.

"Where were you! I called you like six times. I though Robert had finally snapped and killed you." she told Monica, who laughed as she walked down the steps.

"You're close. He nearly did." she said, as she reached the bottom step, leaning into Kaya, who threw an arm around her shoulder. "You're timing is always perfect."

"Yeah that's why we're friends." Kaya joked, as the two walked away from the Hadshaw household, away from all the drama for a few hours.

KAYA had brought a reluctant Monica back to her house, and when the Hadshaw girl got in through the door, she went straight upstairs to her room, avoiding Robert as much as she could.

She lay in her bed, reading a book she'd read six times already, but she was so invested in the plot that she always went back to it.

Her door knocked, and she looked up from the pages. "If you're Dad go away." she joked, knowing her father would never come up to her room for anything.

Marya opened the door, giving her daughter a look. Monica gave her a small smile.

Marya said nothing, but walked up to her daughter siting next to her on the bed. "Are you okay?"

Monica shrugged. "I guess."

Marya wrapped her arm around her daughter. "Oh honey I'm sorry about him. But y'know what he's like-"

"Mom it's okay." Monica said, as she wrapped her arms around her mother, hugging her tightly.

"I think its good that you and Oscar decided not to include money. It's mature of you both, considering you both only just turned 20." she teased, nudging Monica's side, with a smile on her face.

Monica nudged her back, letting the smile fall on her face. "Do you Dad was right? About Oscar and I having this friendship. I mean... do you think this championship and seat is gonna' do anything?"

"Honey you've fought for a championship with him before, and look at you. You're almost as inseparable as you and Kaya." Marya assured her daughter. "Don't pay any attention to your father. You'll be fine."

"Thanks Mom." Monica said gratefully, giving her another hug.

Marya gave Monica a kiss to the forehead before she left the room, leaving Monica alone with her thoughts.

Monica sat there for a few minutes, thinking over what her mother had said, when her phone buzzed on her bedside table.

𝗼𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 <𝟯
hey look, rob made pizza

𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮 ❤
😃
rob should never be
allowed to cook... like ever

𝗼𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 <𝟯

i did try and tell him that
but he refused to listen to
me as per usual 😐

𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮 ❤

you two are weird 🙂

𝗼𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 <𝟯

HEY WE ARE NOT

𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮 ❤

oh hey rob 🙃

𝗼𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 <𝟯

WHAT HOW DID YOU KNOW

𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮 ❤

oscar doesn't use capital
letters ever unless he's
laughing at me🙂

𝗼𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 <𝟯

ah you know me so well 🥰

𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮 ❤

EW NO STOP OSCAR

𝗼𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘆 <𝟯

HAHAHHAHA

𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗮 ❤

yeah like that ^

LOL SO MEET ROBERT
i bet yall thought cause he was john krasinski he'd be nice

lmao you've been played 🤪

ALSO I RELAISED HOW STUPID I WAS CALLED ROBERT ROBERT WHEN ROBERT SHWARTZMAN EXISTS 😃
so shwartzman will only ever be called rob here
and rob*rt will only ever be called robert or father or dad 🤟

anyways stan kaya and kenickie and marya and monica <33333