Chapter Nine
She was in the kitchen making coffee when she heard him walk in
A flush worked its way over her body as she remembered the night before
He walked up behind her and pulled her into him. He was hard.
"Hi"
"Hi"
"Regrets?"
Regrets? No way…
She shook her head put down her coffee mug and faced him.
"No regrets…I'm just not sure how to handle the morning after" she said shyly
He moved in close "A great way to handle it, is by going back to bed and doing it all over again"
He kissed his way down her neck, up her throat and grabbed her mouth in a passionate kiss
She moaned returning the passion.
I would love to…
"I would love to, but I have to go to work…" he ignored her. He ran his hands down her leg and began lifting the skirt she had on to go to work.
"…I am expected in twenty minutes…" his hand worked its way under the fabric, his fingers finding their way to the elastic leg of panties. He pulled the fabric away and his fingers brushed over her.
"…Fitz…oh god…I have to…" his used his skilled fingers to part her folds. He gently moved them over her clit
She needed to stop this…
She quickly moved away from him, holding her hands up
He stood looking at her with hooded eyes, blazing with arousal
"You can still make it to work…I only need ten minutes" he said approaching her stealthily. She ran behind the couch. If he got his hands on her again…she would give in…her inner slut jumped in
So, you're ten minutes late? What's the big deal?
No! He was already taking over…everything. She needed to get to work, pretend that she was still a semblance of the Liv she was before she met him
"I need to go to work. I promise I'll make it up to you tonight"
Wait, why was she assuming that he would automatically be spending the night with her again…
Sensing her need to escape, Fitz backed off
"Promise?" he asked huskily
She walked over to the little table on her foyer and opened a drawer. She pulled out a set of keys and tossed them towards him. He caught them deftly.
It was a spare set of keys to her house.
Relief flooded him. She was giving him a set of keys. She was scared, but she obviously wasn't running from him…from them…
She smiled "Promise"
She grabbed her pocket book by the door and was out the door in a flash
She sat in her car for a minute composing herself before driving off.
I just gave him the keys to my house! Why am I not panicking?!
Because he's the one…
She texted Fitz around 3 pm to let him know she was leaving work but was planning on stopping by the police station and then the hospital to see Ezra. She would be home around eight pm
He texted back within thirty seconds
K, see you then…can't wait…
She couldn't either. She couldn't get enough of him…she wanted more…
She called the hospital and asked to be put through to Ez. He sounded weak on the phone, but a little bit more cheerful.
He's probably hopped up on pain meds…
"Can I bring you something babe…anything you want"
"I am not really hungry…"
"Cheesecake from Ballou's?" she said tempting him with his favorite dessert
There was a pause. He loved that cheesecake
"Okay"
"I will be in to see you in around an hour or an hour a half okay? I love you"
"Love you too Liv"
His voice sounded so small and fragile…it broke her heart.
Next, she dialed her mom
"I went and saw him today for a couple of hours. He made me leave. I think he wanted to cry and he didn't want me to see" Mya said sounding heartbroken
"It's to be expected Mom. He's probably going to have to deal with a depressive episode after what happened to him" it was par for the course, once someone survived something like Ezra had.
"I know…I hate the man who did this to him!" Mya said vehemently. Liv felt the same way.
"I am actually headed to the capitol police to talk to the detective in charge. He's name is Frank Carroll"
"I want to be there! I will meet you at the station"
"Mom, I can handle…"
"Olivia, Ezra is like my son! I will meet you at the station"
The line went dead
"What do you mean he's not in Jail! He went after him with a freaking baseball bat?!"
Liv asked the USCP detective outraged.
"I'm sorry Ms.…Dr. Pope. The young man, Paul was released early this morning"
Mya jumped in "Detective you're trying to tell me that he almost kills a man and get off like that?!" Mya said snapping her fingers "Its attempted murder!"
Detective Frank Carroll of the United States Capitol Police stared at the two outraged women.
"Ladies, look I completely understand your indignation, but the prosecutor says we don't have enough evidence to make a case"
It was complete bullshit. They had an eyewitness and the baseball bat covered in Ezra Browne's blood…and Paul Fowler's fingerprints prints on it.
The detective stared at the two frustrated women and sighed. He got it. The scumbag needed to be in jail. He had put the cuffs on the smug little bastard himself. The kid had laughed all the way to the police station. It was as if he was in on a joke, that nobody else knew…
He did. He was the son of Gerald Fowler.
Senator of the Great State of California. He was untouchable.
Thirty minutes after he had thrown the little shit in jail, a call had come through.
Let the kid go. No charges…
He was going to get away with almost killing a man with a baseball bat.
"Look, I am not a bullshitter…I need to tell you the truth. That kid will never do a day of time. Gerald Fowler is too powerful. I am sorry…. just be grateful your friend is alive…"
He hated moments like this…and they happened a lot here at the Capitol.
All the powerful people in Washington had children, spoiled children that had little regard for the law because daddy or mommy was a power player. This wasn't the first time he had a front row seat to justice being perverted by the rich and powerful.
"This is so unfair" Liv whispered
Frank nodded.
"I know…I'm sorry. I wish I could have given you the closure you needed"
Liv and Mya stood up, making their way out of he station. Feeling like the rug had just been pulled out from under their feet
Liv sat in her darkened living room, drinking wine, staring at the wall.
She had left Ezra at the hospital asleep, a smile on his face, an empty cakebox on his lap.
She had forced a smile on her face and spent the hour visiting him, laughing and joking…all while knowing that he would never see justice for the vicious attack he had endured.
It's so unfair! He should have to pay for what he did to Ezra…he should pay…
A key turned in the lock. She sat in shock for a second and then remembered she had given Fitz a key.
Shit! I don't want him to see me like this…
She quickly wiped her tears with the back of her sleeve, put the glass down and plastered a smile on her face.
He walked in looked at her face and immediately asked
"What's wrong?"
She burst out into tears.
He was by her side in seconds
"Livvie…honey, what wrong? Is it Ezra? He was okay when I saw him earlier…"
Her head lifted up in surprise
"You went to see Ez?"
"Of course, I did. Did something happen to him?!"
Why had Ez not said that Fitz had come to see him?
She stared up at him. He had gone to see her friend in the hospital…how sweet was that?
The tears picked up speed, running down her face in torrents
"Liv you have me worried…what's wrong?"
"The man who attacked Ez…they let him go! They let him go and they said that he would never do any time!"
"What! Why?"
"Because he's Senator Gerald Fowler's kid. Someone made some calls and now he's free!" she leaned into Fitz's jacket and cried
He held her while she cried. Soothing her telling her it would be okay.
"It's so unfair, Fitz…so unfair!" she said, once she was all cried out. He nodded, quietly agreeing. Liv was too distraught to notice his clenched jaw…the rage flickering in his eyes…
She fell back against him exhausted from her crying jag.
He lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom
He helped her take off her makeup and get into a sleep shirt. She hiccupped quietly while he tucked her in like she was five-years old, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"I'm sorry…I ruined our evening… I broke my promise"
"You didn't ruin anything baby. I am happy as long as I'm with you…" he kissed her on the lips.
"I need to make a phone call and then I will be right back okay?"
She snuggled into the pillow and her eyes drifted shut.
He shut the door behind him and made his way into the living room, jaw clenched. He pulled out his phone and dialed. He spoke brusquely as soon as the line was answered
"Find out everything you can about a Paul Fowler and call me back" he hung up the phone.
The phone rang an hour later. Fitz listened quietly as his contact broke down Paul Fowlers extensive rap sheet that included attacks on anyone he deemed had crossed him. He had put one unfortunate fellow in a coma for four weeks.
"Get me Senator Fowler's home number. I want it texted to me with five minutes. Understood?"
Two minutes later the screen on his phone lit up. He memorized the number and dialed.
"Senator Fowler? My name is Fitzgerald Grant…. You and I need to talk about Paul"
"Excuse me, why would I need to talk to you about my son? How did you get my number?"
"Senator, I need you to have your son go to the police and make a full confession on the attack he made towards an Ezra Browne" Fitz said calmly
"Who the hell do you think you are?! If you think…"
"Senator, I introduced myself at the beginning of this call. Think back on that for a minute before you respond..."
The line went silent. Fitz could practically hear the gears grinding…the connections being made…
"Oh my god…. Look, he's not a bad boy! He just has an impulse control problem…please…. he's my son!"
"…and that boy he attacked is also someone's son…he has people who love him just like you love your son, and you are not going to deny them justice"
"I will have him sent away! he… he can go to a hospital and get some help!"
"It's too late for that. I know about the other people he's done this to. Thirty minutes Senator, if Paul is not a police station turning himself in…. I take action, understood?"
"Please…"
Fitz hung up the phone. He didn't want to hear anything the man had to say
Thirty minutes later his contact called. Paul Fowler being processed into he capitol jail at that very moment.