Bad Reputation - Part 2

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Lando's POV

Walked in the club with Max Verstappen. I hated to lie to Francesca, but on the other hand, I technically didn't lie.

I was having a boysnight with Max, just not only with him.

Also with Jordan.

I knew Francesca didn't want me to confront him or anything but honestly what did she expect?
He belonged behind bars.

We walked to the bar, it was only Jordan, Chase and the new guy that replaced Francesca.

The same trio that worked during that night. I still wish I was there that night, still wish I didn't had to go to England.

I still can't believe it took her two years to tell me. Felt bad that she thought she couldn't tell me, why wouldn't she tell me?

Did she really think I would be mad at her? Did she really think I would leave her?

I would absolutely never.

But anyways, I wasn't gonna beat Jordan up or anything. I wasn't that stupid.
I had a career which was worth a lot more than beating him up.

I wanted him to know that I knew. That Francesca told me.

Walked up to the bar, tapped my fingers on it. "The usual?" Jordan looked at Max and I.

"Yeah but don't drug us" I mumbled.

Max looked at me, frowned a little. He knew I hated Jordan, thought it was because of what he did to Francesca during their relationship.

He thought I hated him because of that. Which was true, but now I hated him even more.

Jordan put the two drinks on the bar. "It's on the house" he mumbled before making another drink.

It was a busy night, it was only him and the new guy behind the bar.
Which sucked, because I wished I could take him somewhere so I would be alone with him.

"Isn't Chase working?" I asked.

"Uh-" he said, putting the bottle down and grabbing another one. "Yeah he is, I guess he's somewhere"

"He always leaves us alone" the new guy looked at me.
To be fair, he wasn't new anymore, he now worked at the club for about two years.

So I had to wait until Chase returned.

Half an hour later, Chase walked behind the bar. Patted Jordan's back and whispered something in his ear.

Jordan rolled his eyes and nudged him away.

They definitely weren't as close anymore as they used to be.

"Jordan, do you have a minute?"

He nodded. "Yeah sure, it's my turn to stay away for half an hour now"

"Let's go there" I nodded at the backroom. It's where they took their breaks, or raped girls so it seemed.

After he closed the door behind him, I immediately grabbed him and pushed him against the wall.

"What the fuck man?" He frowned. He was probably way stronger than I was, but he didn't push me away.

He didn't even try to.

"Did you really think I would be cool with you after what you did to Francesca?"

"Okay okay, I know I was wrong for hurting her" he said. "I was jealous, couldn't control myself, but I'm working on myself for two years now"

"I am not talking about that" I said, but I had to admit that he did seem a lot calmer than a few years ago. "You fucking raped her"

He raised his eyebrow. "No I didn't"

"C'mon man, Francesca told me everything"

"I swear man, I didn't do it"

I took a step back, looked at him. I had to know that he would never admit it.

"Just stay away from her, from me or from us, you got it?"

"Yeah yea-" He tried to wave it off. "Lando, I swear that it wasn't me"

I clenched my teeth against each other. It was hard not to punch him in the face right now.

I looked at him but didn't answer. I walked out of the room, back to Max.

"You okay?" He asked. I nodded at him. "Let's go?"

He finished his drink, got up and walked after me.

"Don't tell Frankie about this" I looked at Max.

He rolled his eyes, he didn't agree with it but still nodded.

Why did I have the feeling that Jordan was telling the truth? But if he was telling the truth, then it meant that..

Frankie was lying.