Betting On Love ✯ George Russell

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❝ And all I did was right by me, I heard that almost killed you
Well, I knew it, I know you, I called it  ❞

Melanie Albon POV

I didn't think Alex would be with George or Nina. Maybe Lily, but not them. Now I'm at George's apartment after everyone found out I had killed someone, and I wish I could say I had a hard time doing it, but I didn't. I felt relieved he had died.

"Did he threaten you?" Alex asks, and I shrug.

"He always did, but I think choking someone is a strong threat to their life," I don't know if that's the answer he wanted.

"But when did he come back? I thought he was in jail as he awaited trial for breaking into your house and attacking both you and Nina," he is confused, and now I know what he means.

"He came back in November. I started receiving some compromising pictures and videos; I knew it was him, so I called the detective, and he told me he was out," I confess, and they all seemed annoyed. I should've told someone, but that would only have escalated things.

"Pictures and videos? Is that why you left me?" George seems to know what compromising must've meant because he got there quickly enough.

"I left you and got some distance from everyone because I knew this day would come, and I didn't want collateral damages. He attacked Nina last time, and he fucking hated George; he could've gone for you before coming for me; I was not taking risks."

"Risking your life was better than asking for help," Alex is disappointed. I could see it in his face.

"Risking my life was better than risking multiple lives. You can't blame me for that," I correct him and he shakes his head.

"I can. I am your big brother, I should know if some douche is posing a risk for you. And I still think that betting about breaking someone else's heart is fucking low. You need better communication skills; none of this is okay or normal," Alex scolded me publicly, and I just nodded as I crossed my arms.

"I am not proud of the consequences my bad decision has brought me, but I will deal with them, including talking to George about it whenever you are off my back. However, I do not regret not telling you though, because you would've gone crazy, and nothing would've changed. He would've gone maniac, and none of us would be safe."

"And you weren't safe! My duty is to protect you and you didn't tell me the danger you were in, this could've gone sideways," his voice is rising and he leans in and I do too.

"What did you expect me to do? Dating him was my mistake. And ending this madness was my burden to take. If I died, it's better than endangering my brother, my boyfriend, or my best friend. I did what I did, and I won't apologize for it. I could've died, but I didn't. Be glad," I am firm in my words, and he stops for a few seconds.

My brother stands up, walks around the center table, and stops in front of me; I stand up, too, and hug him. I could see it in his eyes. He was done lecturing me; he knew my mind wouldn't be changed, and it wasn't worth it.

"What is the plan now?" He is still hugging me, and I shrug, step back, and look at George. He wants answers.

"Well, you are going to leave and take Lily home. Nina will leave, too. I will have a quick chat with George and maybe I will crash at Nina's or a hotel and tomorrow I will talk to the lawyer and head to the police station," it seems like a solid plan.

"She will stay here, the lawyer will be here at 9 and we will head to the station after. She won't stay in a hotel or anywhere else," George assures him, and he seems to think about it before giving up.

"Let's go, they need to talk. Call me if you need anything. And text me when you head to the station. I will meet you there, and we can have lunch," Alex kisses my cheek, and I smile.

"It will be okay; this is all formalities now," I assure him.

After a few hugs, kisses, and worried looks, they left, leaving me with George. We were in silence for a few minutes. I didn't know how to approach the subject, nor did he.

"Did you mean it? When you left."

That's all he said, and I wasn't expecting it.

"That I made a bet? Yes. Lance and Nina had it all planned, apparently. They make a cute couple, although unexpected," I am too calm, but when I'm nervous, I tend to try and underplay it.

"You said it meant nothing," he reminds me, and I gulp nervously.

"I had to! He was sending me pictures of us fucking, I couldn't let that come to light. I asked him to give me until the end of the season so I didn't ruin it for you. He said it had to be before the race in Abu Dhabi, or he would post something each day I stayed," I can finally say it without fearing the consequences.

"He made you break up with me?" He is dumbfounded, and I nod. "Would you have done it otherwise?"

"Does it matter?" I am confused by why he cared. I broke his heart and left; he shouldn't have cared. But in retrospect, I wouldn't be in his apartment if he didn't care.

"Be fucking serious. It matters a whole fucking lot because I love you. I fell in love with you and was devastated by how it ended. And you are now telling me you were threatened to leave by the guy you just killed after he attacked you. It fucking matters," he is pissed. And I can't blame it.

"George, I would've stayed. I might be incapable of saying the words back, but I know I felt strongly enough to want to stay and try. We could've decided if that was enough, but I left, and I don't think that's forgivable; I did it pretty coldly," I am not going to sugarcoat it. I know I was a bitch.

"And I still would've forgiven it. It's not like you weren't threatened into leaving me. If it assured your safety, I would've left, too. " His tone is suggestive, and I am now curious.

"Are you implying that you would forgive me for being a bitch and awfully leaving you?" I am completely dumbfounded, and he seems to be thinking about his answer before finally deciding on it.