FORMULA LOVE

Apeshit

Lando's Pov

What the fuck was that? On her arm I thought to myself as I looked at the Bentley speeding away from me. She knew that I saw it and chose to run.

Why? Why did she run?

The marks were shaped like semi-circles. Four were shaped onto her left arm. It looked as though she'd been grabbed quite harshly. Which brought me back to me and Charles' conversation from the other day.

Is this what Charles meant by he's worried about Sadie getting hurt?

There's no way she'd be able to do it herself. Her hand would be in an awkward position if she tried to.

I kept brainstorming ideas as to why , whilst walking to my session in the gym. And I really couldn't come up with anything else. Other than her being physically hurt.

Anger seems to rush through me at the thought of it. Dugray's hands grabbing her, pressing too hard, hurting her. Maybe I was right in picking up that phone call. I was just starting to connect the dots, I still had a long way to go and needed Leclerc's help to connect more.

I needed to tell Charles, If I'm having thoughts about killing this guy already then I'm scared to see what Charles will think about it.

He'll probs go apeshit when he finds out.

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"Your a free man Lando. Go rest for Austria." My coach says as I do my last rep. I sit up straight from my position below the bar. I don't waste anytime in grabbing my bag and dashing out of there. I'm straight away on the phone texting Charles.

Yo, meet me at my house in 10.

He doesn't waste any time in replying with:
Okay.

Such a dry replier, I thought to myself as I set down my phone and drive off to my house. It's in the countryside just outside of the city. The house is not too big but not too small either, seeming as I am the only one that lives in it. Charles did a lot before we fell out though.

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It wasn't even 5 minutes when I got home that Charles knocked on my door. He looked quiet shaken and tired, "alright" he asked as he walked in. It was more of a greeting than asking how I was. I smiled at him as he came in, he basically knew the inside of my house with his eyes closed so he smoothly plopped himself down on my large white leather couch. He sighs to himself as he lies his head back onto the chair. The chair where he always sits when he came round.

I found it funny how after all this time he's still so comfortable and so sure of himself. I really did want to reminisce with him and sort things out between us but we both knew that's not what he came here for. He came here for Sadie.

"So what's the deal with this Owen guy?" I said to him trying to ease out the awkward silence. He's sat with his head looking at his lap and playing with his fingers. I took a seat on the opposite sofa and waited for him to speak.

"He's not a good guy Lando." He responds, I keep quiet urging him to continue. "I met him when I was like 20. Nice guy and everything at the start. He was always so funny to be around on a night out. He then told me he was about to be taking over his dads business, so the nosey person I am, I researched it."

My heart started beating fast, I was bracing myself. Usually Charles gets straight to the point of problems but I could understand it was unusually hard for him. He then suddenly looks up putting on a small smile.

"You know the first thing that came up? The amount of  girls accusing him of assaults that he'd not been charged with. Some girls took it to the police and they did jack-shit Lando." He said abruptly as his smile started to falter. "He'd beat up, raped and basically humiliated all of these girls. When I tell you I went over there and beat him to a bloody pulp I really mean it."

He started to laugh, it was more like a nervous laugh. He always did it in interviews, anywhere. I knew he was still hiding something else.

"I had a talk with him whilst he was tied up. He confessed and told me that he had paid the police, kept them quiet. He blamed his outbursts on the girls. Saying it was their fault. I obviously became so mad that it ended with me going to prison for 5 months. Do you remember that?"

Then it all clicked. I was only 18 when he was put in prison. It was all over the news, Charles is lucky he even got to keep his placement at Ferrari.

They never unmasked who he'd battered but now I knew it was Dugray. And the fucking cunt deserved it. He just didn't deserve to get justice, his victims did.

"We have to get her out now then. What the fuck are we doing!" I raised my voice suddenly standing up. He did the same, "He sent a letter to me the other night. Said if I tried to tell Sadie anything he'd kill her."

My heart dropped. "If anything happens to Sayd. I swear to Go-" I started before stopping in my tracks. I could tell Leclerc had noticed my sudden stop, and knew I had remembered something. He walked closer to me before placing his hands on my shoulders.

"What is it Lando! What is it!"

"I, I think he's hurt her." His jaw clenched and his eyes were no longer sympathetic towards himself, they was full of fury. "What the fuck do you mean.", he says as his voice starts becoming shaky by the minute.

"Her - her arm. I think he'd grabbed her harshly as she's got blunt finger marks Charles. There's no way she could have done it to herself"

His jaw unclenches as his mouth just hangs open, he tries to compose himself, like he always does. But this time it's just not working. He immediately started pacing the floor of my living room, his vein in his head becoming more visible. He was more than furious he was going apeshit.

"IM GONNA FUCKING KILL HIM!"