nothing without you || lando norris (COMPLETED)

XVIII

LANDOS POV

Once I had landed I booked an Uber straight to trins house. I luckily had her adress in my notes from when nessa left incase I never wanted to post her anything, it was pretty handy in this moment. The whole car ride my anxiety was on edge, I was honestly wondering what could have happened to the beautiful girl she is. My blood boiled at the thought of someone could possibly be hurting her right now, but that's exactly what I did?

I tried to keep my cool and headed towards trins door. I tried to knock a few times before she finally answered. She looked insanely drained and she almost looked like she wanted to see me.

"Come inside, please" trin begged.

I stepped inside cautiously and began to follow her to the living room.

"Nessa has been missing for two months, she came to mine and snuck out that night, she obviously posted that photo at the club like you saw, nobody has seen her since that night. I know you're going to be angry at what I'm telling you but she was seen heading into a strip club room with another male, and then she left with him, there has been no sighting of her since then. And don't be angry at her lando, she was intoxicated and did it because she found out about you and lusia... which I do not appreciate you doing nor forgive you for but this isn't about you lando, this is about you helping me to find the beautiful girl we love. I know you love her or you wouldn't be here in the middle of your break. The police are coming over in a little bit to talk to me more, I'll inform them that you are here, do you know where lusia could be?" She explained and questioned me.

I was stunned, I didn't know what to say, I couldn't even be angry at her for sleeping with another man, I wasn't angry at her, I was angry at whoever was hurting her.

"I haven't seen her since I last saw her in Abu Dhabi, the last thing I told her was that it was all a game and slammed the door in her face" I explained

She pulled me in close, I couldn't believe this was happening to our sweet girl. I just wanted to know she is safe and where she is.

A few hours passed and we had sat there in almost complete silence other than the odd conversation about plans we'd make going forward and how we could work best with the police. She had agreed to let me stay with her for as long as needed and that if... if we ever saw nessa again how I need to tell her the raw truth. She told me that nessa is a forgiving and understanding girl, I didn't deserve her forgiveness but the guilty part of me that would do anything to be with her, even if it meant killing a man was happy that she was such a kindhearted girl. It's definitely not something I'd take for granted though.

The police came over to trins and explained everything that had happened which caused her to run away, trin didn't seem so mad at me when I'd actually explained it, that's a common theme with this situation, the only people that know the truth seem to still like me. The police officers reassured me that it wasn't my fault and just asked me questions about her relationship with me and how she had seemed before running away which I had explained to them that she had obviously struggled a lot when she first came over to Monaco. The police explained to me the reason they wanted to know where lusia was was because she was the person who actually sent lusia a photo of me and her whilst she was intoxicated and some text messages to go along with it that the police had managed to get copies of somehow. They explained that this is a case of her restraining order of her not being allowed any context with nessa by law. They also stated that nessas cctv camera showed her turning up to her property and attempting to enter multiple times before and after the Grand Prix, which then trin explained why she talked nessa out of staying at her own house. What scared me is knowing lusia could possibly be here...

The police left and it was that moment where I broke downs, I broke down right infront of trin, I couldn't contain it anymore, the thought of her actually possibly being dead, hurt or scared makes me angry and makes my blood boil.

I knew I needed to find her.