Hey Guys, this is a completed Fanfic. I wanted to do something different. I hope you like it. Happy Reading
To say that Fitz was pissed would be the understatement of the year. Olivia hadn't responded to his calls or text messages in a week. He could understand that she was upset by the things he said and did but it was getting ridiculous. He had tried to apologize over and over but she kept ignoring him. He had been outside of her apartment waiting for her to get home from work for over an hour. He would have waited inside but she changed the locks. If she was where he thought she was, doing what he thought she was doing, he was going to spank her little ass.
Fitz hopped back on his vintage Harley heading to Huntington Beach. Fitz used this time to reflect on his life as he drove the 30 minutes from Long Beach to what Liv referred to as one of the best beaches for surfing.
He scoffed and chuckled, "Surfing."
Yeah, who would have thought a bad ass biker guy like him would fall for a surfer chick. Three years ago, when Fitz joined Hell's Angels MC, he found a purpose for the first time in his life. It had always been him and his mom. His dad ditched them a long time ago. He learned how to hustle and helped his mom out with the bills. When he was 19, he got busted for selling drugs to an undercover cop. He did 3 years behind bars. The only person who visited him was his mom. While inside he met a guy called Rebel. Rebel told him about this Motorcycle Club his brother ran. Most of their business was illegal but eventually they would go full legit. Fitz used his time to get his GED and motorcycle repair certificate. After his release, Rebel's brother, Skull, employed him at club's bike shop. Fitz bought his vintage Harley for $600. It was totaled and damaged, but he spent a year fixing it up. Once his ride was ready, Skull let him into Hell's Angels as a prospect.
He felt a sense of belonging. The brotherhood was nothing like he had ever experienced before. They bonded over motorcycles, money and women. The club had a steady stream of whores that would service a brother at a moment's notice. Fitz loved that at first. He made money the legal way. He went on a few weapon runs but he mostly stayed at the shop. He was finally voted in as a member and the club became his family.
About a year ago, he was doing his usual scouting mission for the club. The guys had a big weapons deal going down in a week and Fitz was sent to scout various routes to see which one was better. On the way back to Long Beach, his bike started sounding funny. He decided to pull over to check it out. It was late evening, almost sunset when he pulled over at the beach. He took his time going through all of his systems trying to pinpoint the problem. Most of the beach goers were gone.
He was lost in his thoughts until he heard an angelic voice say, "Hey, do you need some help?"
He looked up and was stunned by the beauty that stood before him. Her doe eyes were soft almost like they were calling out to him. She had a short wet bodysuit with the top half pulled down showing off her bikini top. He was too busy staring at her that it took him a minute to notice the pink surfboard in her arm.
After realizing he was staring, he responded, "No thanks, I think I can handle it."
She rolled her eyes, "I am sure a macho man like you can handle it but sometimes two heads are better than one."
He eyed her strangely, "You know about motorcycles?"
She laid her board down and walked closer, "Yeah, my dad co-owns a shop in Studio City. I think I was born on a bike and depending on who you ask, I think I was conceived on one too. My parents will neither confirm nor deny that rumor."
Fitz could not believe this little spitfire standing before him. He folded his arm making his leather motorcycle kutte pull tighter on his shoulder, "I guess you can help since I still can't figure out the problem."
She walked around the bike, "Nice, A Shovelhead FLH Electra Glide."
Fitz's eyes shot up, "Damn, you are good."
She smiled, "I know. What year?"
"74. Rebuilt it myself."
It was her turn to be impressed, "Wow, I am highly impressed. What's going on with her?"
Fitz smirked, "How do you know it's a her?"
She put her hand on her hips, "What's her name?"
Fitz chuckled, "Foxy!"
Liv smiled, "I like it. What's wrong with Foxy?"
He got down to business, "I noticed she was making a rattling noise but only when I reached a certain speed. I thought it was the valve stem but nope. I must admit, I am stump."
Liv did a slow walk around Foxy. She touched a few things and after a minute she gave him a big smile, "I know what it is."
Fitz shook his head, "No way. I have been looking for 20 minutes and you spent less than one. I do this for a living. There is no way you know the problem."
Liv held out her hand, "Bet. Winner's choice?"
Fitz eyed her, "Before I accept, one question. Do you have a boyfriend?"
She turned her head to the side, "Why? I am not sleeping with you."
"I was going to ask for a date but only if you don't have a boyfriend."
She nodded, "You are in luck. My last guy was a douche which means I am currently single. What about you? I am sure there is a string of heartbroken women somewhere."
Fitz shook his head, "Naw, never promised anyone anything. I am single and free."
He shook her hand.
She smiled, "Ok, Mister biker, you have yourself a bet."
He folded his arms, "Miss know it all, what's your verdict?"
She laughed, "Your license plate is loose."
His mouth dropped open, "What the fuck?" He walked to the back of his bike.
She pulled at his tag to show, "Yeah, my dad encountered this problem before. He billed the guy over $1000 only to find out it was the license plate. Of course, he never told the guy that. He did put in the man hours, so it was still kind of legitimate."
Fitz pulled out his screwdriver from his saddlebags and tightened the screws, "That better be it. If not, I will find you and ask for refund on the bet."
She shook her head, "No refund, besides all I want is a simple date."
He was surprised, "A date with a tattooed no-good biker?"
She shrugged, "You are tattooed, and you are a biker. Your kutte says Hell's Angels and the bike certainly proves that you ride. But I don't think you are no good. There is good in everyone."
He nodded and pulled his phone from his pocket, "What's your name and number? I want to put it in my phone."
"Olivia Pope." She gave him her number. She looked at his name on his kutte, "Bones, is that your name?"
He smiled, "That is my club name, but my real name is Fitzgerald Grant. You can call me Fitz."
She smirked, "I must be special if I am getting your government name."
He called her phone and she saved it to her phone. He looked around at the beach, "You come here a lot."
She looked towards the beach, "Yeah, mostly in the evenings. It's the perfect beach to surf. Plus, I have a competition in two weeks to prepare for."
"You're a pro surfer, you know about motorcycles and you are gorgeous. Why are you single?"
"Cuz I don't like bullshitters."
He gave her a crooked smile, "Me either." He swung his leg over his bike, "I will call you later and we can discuss the date."
"I look forward to it."
They parted ways. A week later Fitz asked her out and took her on a nice romantic date even though they had to drive her car. Mostly for the first few months of hanging out, they drove her car or met up somewhere. They would spend a couple nights a week at each other's houses. They even gave each other a key. Although people at that stage in a relationship would be classified as dating or boyfriend/girlfriend, Fitz had never wanted to put a label on their relationship. They just were. After Rebel was released from the joint, Fitz and the MC took him to a strip club owned and run by the club. He came home stumbling drunk smelling like perfume. Liv was livid. He couldn't tell her that all night those women tried to give him dances and he turned them all down. He had a rep to protect and he didn't want her to know that she was the only woman he thought about all of the time.
That night they agreed to be exclusive although they already were. Fitz played it off like it might be hard for him to be with just her, but he hadn't considered being with another woman since he met her. He just never told her. He will admit at times he acted indifferent and nonchalant about her when on the inside he burned deeply for her.
He was done reflecting by the time he made it to the beach. Fitz saw her Jeep Wrangler before he pulled into the beach parking lot. She had a few boards strapped to the top but two were missing.
He ground his teeth, "She better not be surfing."
He parked and walked towards the water. She was standing by the edge in her two-piece bikini with her shades on. He saw one of her boards near her foot.
He walked up behind her, "If you have been surfing in your condition, I will spank your little ass."
She scoffed without turning around, "I didn't know you were so worried about my 'condition.' If I was surfing that should be right up your alley. Wasn't it you who wanted me to get rid of it?"
He sighed, "Bunny, you know I didn't mean that. I was just caught off guard."
She turned to face, "Don't come here with your stupid pet names making demands of me. I told you I was pregnant and all you could think about was how it affected your life. How you were in no shape to be a father. I didn't plan this. I didn't want this. The condom broke. It was a fucking freak accident. I am not asking you for shit." She turned back to face the water.
He took a deep breath to stay calm, "Bunny, I am sorry. I did not think about what I was saying. I would never want you to get rid of our baby."
She stood silently for a moment. She had held strong to her anger all week. With him here now, she was slowly breaking inside. She turned again towards him, "I have been thinking all week. I have done nothing but think. We have been seeing each other for a year but I slowly realized how I have settled with you. You leave at a moment's notice and stay gone all hours of the day and night with your club. I spend most of the time wondering who or what you are doing."
He interrupted, "Baby-"
She held up her hand stopping him, "I know you promised that we were exclusive, yet you come home smelling like perfume with lipstick on your collar. You get defensive when I ask why I have never met any of your brothers from the club."
"You've met Rebel."
She slowly nodded, "By accident. He stopped by your place because you didn't answer your phone. You haven't taken any interest in my life. I've had over 30 competitions and you've only been to one. We don't talk about anything important or real. You don't even want to label what we are. I have never tried to change you, Fitz. I have never judge you. But I need to be with someone who will make me a priority and not an option."
He stared at her for a moment, "Are you breaking up with me?"
She shrugged her shoulders, "I can't break up with someone I was never dating."
A male voice sounded from the water, "Wow, Liv that was amazing." The guy came up on shore carrying a surfboard. Fitz immediately recognized it as one of Liv's. That solved one mystery.
Liv smiled at the guy, "I told you that you needed a shorter board. Those waves in Maui are going to be sick."
The guy smiled back at Liv, "You sure you are okay letting me borrow it for the competition."
She nodded, "Yeah, I can't use it. Someone should."
"It's awesome that they are going to let you be a sideline reporter. Nothing like free trip to Hawaii."
Liv laughed, "Yeah, my sponsors have me doing some signing and photo shoots. It's still a working vacation."
"Well, I will be there to hold you hand or hair if you have to vomit again during takeoff or landing."
She raised her hand and they high fived, "Awesome, I will definitely need that. Text me and let me know what time you are picking me for the airport."
He nodded, "Cool. Call you later."
Dude walked off and Fitz was in a state shock. He pointed to the dude, "Who the fuck is that guy?"
Liv looked at him, "He is my teammate."
Fitz's frustration was coming back, "No, what the fuck is his name? Why is he picking you up? Why does he have your fucking number? Why does he hold your hand or touch your hair? Why wasn't I introduced?"
Liv rolled her eyes behind her shades, "His name is Tyson. He always picks me up. We split car storage fees at the airport. He is my teammate and we train together sometimes. He sits next to me on the plane and I hate the bumpy takeoff and landing plus last time I got sick on the landing. Being a good friend, he held my hair back. I didn't introduce you because you aren't important enough. Not anymore."
Fitz ran his hands through his hair, "Bunny, you are testing my patience right now. I am torn between wanting to kick his ass or spank yours. You are everything to me and you know it."
She put her hands on her hip, "When do I know it, Fitz? When have you shown me? When have you told me? I have been in love with you for over 6 months, but I was scared that you would reject me the minute I told you. You always have time for your club. You are all about you rep and your image as a bad ass biker dude who did time. I know a baby messes that up and I am sorry."
Fitz shook his head, "I ride you on the back of my bike all the time. No other woman including my mom has ever ridden on the back. In a biker's world, that's as good as an engagement ring."
"I don't live in a biker's world. I live in the real world. In the real world, that's not enough."
Fitz pointed to her board, "I would never ask you to give up surfing for me."
She took off her shades and he saw her watery eyes for the first time, "You'd never have to. I would have dropped everything for you. Right now, I am choosing our baby over surfing. I made over 300 grand last year from winning or placing in my competitions. I am sacrificing what I love most for who I love the most. This baby is my everything and I will make sure he or she knows it."
She picked up her board and started walking towards her car.
He followed behind her, "Bunny, I think we should talk about this."
"Go on with your 'Bunny', Fitz. Go be Bones with your friends. Go be happy."
He watched her put the board on top of her jeep and strap it down. He was at a lost as to what to do or say. He decided to focus on the baby, "When is your next appointment?"
She yanked on the straps, "Next Thursday. I wanted to try a different OB. They were able to fit me in early."
"How long will you be in Hawaii?"
She grabbed her sundress and put it on, "I leave early tomorrow which is Friday and I come back Tuesday."
He frowned because usually she is only gone 2-3 days. This time she will be gone 5 days. "Why so many days?"
She scoffed, "If you must know, Friday is press day. Saturday and Sunday are competition days. I have a few shoots Monday and Tuesday. My sponsors are trying to squeeze in a lot before I start showing."
Fitz saw her getting in the car and knew his time was up, "Bunny-"
"Save it Fitz. I will tell you when and where my appointments are. You can show up or not that's on you."
She pulled out leaving Fitz standing there. He knew one thing for sure, they were far from over.