When Olivia sat up in the morning it left like no time had passed during the night. From being awakened by the sound of moaning and then screaming in the early morning to having that sound persist for almost an hour, she was exhausted. Whoever the woman was, she left before dawn.

Olivia stood and stretched then checked her blankets to see if she'd leaked on them. When she confirmed she didn't she walked to the bathroom to brush her teeth and take a bath. She could hear Fitz snoring lightly in the bed as she walked past it.

When she walked out, Fitz was sitting up on the bed, shirtless with his hair matted. She looked at him briefly and he didn't say anything so she continued walking.

When Olivia got to the living room, she checked the time. It was just after 7am.

She walked back to the couch and sat, unsure of what to do now. The day seemed nice out and she wanted to go outside. She was in Italy after all, which was not somewhere she dreamed of going until she'd become a fully realized surgeon who enjoyed a decent salary. There was a beach just down below and she loved the beach and she felt crazy for not trying to go down there. Her cramps usually lasted only the first day of her four-day cycle and so far in the morning she hadn't felt any discomfort.

She heard the shower turn on and walked over to the window to stare down at the people on the pool deck and further out to the beach.

A while later, Fitz emerged from the shower and walked to the living room with a white towel riding low on his hips.

Olivia turned and looked from the glass window but said nothing. Fitz glanced at her, it was intense, only for a second then he turned and opened the fridge she saw bright red scratch marks on his back and rolled her eyes and turned around.

Seconds later she heard him slam the fridge door and walk back to the bedroom mumbling, "why is there no fucking food in the fridge."

When he emerged again he was dressed in all black. A black suit with a black, tie button-down underneath. He looked dashing and unlike last night, he seemed calm.

The breakfast had just been delivered but he didn't stop to eat. Olivia watched as he made a beeline straight to the door and left.

He didn't return until three days later.

When he walked in, Olivia was once again by the window. He wasn't wearing the same clothes and once again, he didn't say a word.

It was almost night and she could no longer see out to the beach.

Olivia was furious and the longer she heard him shuffle around in the room, the angrier she got. When she heard the shower turn on she ran to the bathroom to try to catch him before he went in.

In front of the bathroom doors, she twisted the knobs of the double doors and pushed them open. Fitz was standing naked, just a foot away from the glass shower as if he were just about to step in. He didn't flinch or try to hide when she stepped in.

Immediately Olivia covered her eyes with both her hands. She didn't see his penis and she didn't want to because it would be burned in her brain. She turned around so her back faced him.

"Why are you here?" Fitz asked.

"You left- for three days and you didn't say anything to me."

"Oh. I didn't know I needed to keep the hostage updated with my schedule."

Olivia was frustrated and she finally turned around, angry, but her eyes were still closed.

"This is why I can't be safe because all it takes is a mood swing or a temper tantrum for everything to change for me. You have all the power here and your using it but you don't realize it or you don't want to acknowledge it."

"I'm no-"

"No!" she snapped, "I'm taking and you're gonna listen." She pointed in what she assumed was his direction. She expected a rebuttal from there was none and she wondered if he walked away.

"Fitz?"

"I'm right here?" he said, though his voice sounded further away."You can open your eyes."

Olivia opened her eyes and realized she was pointing in the opposite direction of where Fitz was. He was sitting on the vanity with a towel around his waist.

Olivia took a deep breath.

"Oh."

Fitz had a smirk on his lips.

"Where was I?" Olivia said, frazzled now.

"You were scolding me…" Fitz reminded.

"Oh- yeah, well I was saying that-" Olivia stopped when she couldn't focus with him gazing at her shirtless, "whatever you're not taking me seriously anyways."

"No. I am. You're scolding, I'm listening."

Olivia took a breath, "well, you can't just take off and leave me here like that. I've been trapped here for three days."

"I didn't trap you here. Didn't Chiara ask you if you wanted to go outside?"

"She did but I didn't think I was allowed to."

"Well, I told her to ask you so I don't know what else you wanted me to do?"

"How about telling me?" Olivia asked.

"So you can bitch at me?"

"The only thing I can do is complain Fitz, - that's it's, I can't change anything, I'm not begging you everyday to take me back. All I can do is complain and you're telling me that that's too much."

Fitz took a breath, "well, you can stop complaining now. I'm taking you back. Give me a couple days, I'm waiting for the jet to come back."

Olivia was stunned, "what?"

"I'm letting you go."

Olivia didn't know what to say and immediately she felt water spring from her eyes. Fitz turned away instantly. "Did my dad give you the money?"

Fitz shook his head.

Olivia was confused once again, "so why are-"

"When they told me about the young doctor in Boston who would be the perfect leverage against Eli, I was hesitant because it didn't feel right. I don't do anything that I feel like will make it unable to live with myself. That's my rule but with you, I ignored it. We hacked your phone, tracked your location for a few weeks and mapped out your schedule. We tracked your texts. You'd be surprised how many times you text someone that your tired, it's your response to everything." Fitz sighed, "your mom calls you every night and you walk and talk after your shifts when you work. We knew you'd be on the phone with her that night. I wanted her to hear you when we took you, to know your weren't missing, you were taken."

"Why?" Olivia asked.

"When someone is missing, there's a kind of hope you hold on to that you lose when you know someone is taken."

"But you let me call her."

"Yes. I did."

"So you knew all that about me before we met?"

"And it still didn't prepare me for you. I mean...you cried more about your mother's fucking nursing home bills than you did about yourself and I just don't understand that."

Olivia shrugged, "I'm-"

"-You're good. I rarely meet good people anymore. I know about your shitty dad and then you told me about your shitty ex-husband and well, I don't want to be another shitty person in your life making it harder for you. If I don't have to do shitty things to good people then I'm not."

"What about the money?"

"Can you afford to pay me back?" Fitz asked, rhetorically.

"No."

"Okay so don't worry about it. It had nothing to do with you anyways."

"Um...I don't really know what to say…"

"That's a first," Fitz groaned then he stood.

Olivia was hesitant, frazzled, "Fitz, are you serious?"

He nodded in response."Do you need anything else?" Fitz asked.

"Are you leaving again?" Olivia asked.

Fitz nodded again.

"Where?"

Fitz smiled as if she were asking too many questions but then he shrugged and answered, "a friend of mine is having a grand opening for a new night club that he has."

Olivia was silent for a moment but then she raised her eyes, "can I come?"

"Why?"

"I've been stuck in this place for days and I'm also kind of scared you're gonna leave and not be back for days...again. Plus, I'm not your hostage anymore, I need to celebrate that."

"The worst people in Italy are gonna be there, it's not a place for you."

"After having to deal with you and your group of thugs for a week- and having to listen to you have disgusting sex twice- I think I'll survive. Plus, at the very least I should be safe with you. I'm worth five millions dollars well...not anymore but still, I'm a free woman. Aren't I?"

Fitz chuckled and finally, she saw his gorgeous smile. He was most handsome when he was smiling or unsuspecting and now he was smiling.

"Okay fine, get out now. I need to shower, I stink."

"Fine," Olivia said with a small smile but then she stopped, "Can I call my mom?"

He nodded, "when I'm done, sure."

She walked out and closed the door behind her and took a breath. She was surprised. Everything he'd said up until that point led her to believe he'd never let her out, not until he got what he wanted, and suddenly he decided to. Somehow, it wasn't as sweet as she expected it to feel but still the prospect of seeing her mother again and slipping her gloved fingers into someone's skull was too exciting to keep a smile from her face.

After taking a moment to calm down, she walked to the rack of clothes, pressed and laundered, by the glass wall. She sifted through the pieces of clothes. There weren't many, only the pieces Camilla had bought for her a week earlier. She hadn't worn any of the fancier dresses Camilla purchased, of which there were two.

One was a black embellished mini dress with spaghetti straps and a fitted bodice, the other was a black plain mini dress. Though the plain black dress was more her taste, she decided to wear the other one. "Carpe diem," she muttered to herself.

She was already nervous at the prospect of being seen in a dress like that but she pushed it to the back of her mind and found herself oddly excited.

She plopped down on the couch and waited for Fitz to finish his shower. The moment she heard the door open she hopped off the couch and walked quickly to the bedroom.

Fitz was already laying on the bed, with a towel once again around his waist.

"You said I could call my mom?" Olivia said.

Fitz pointed to the phone on the nightstand.

Olivia quickly walked over and handed Fitz the phone and after he opened it and pressed a few buttons he handed it back to Olivia. She dialed her mother's number and then put the phone on speaker. After a few rings, Maya answered.

"Hello? Olivia?"

"Mom? How did you know it was me?"

"I didn't know," Maya said, sniffling through the phone. Immediately, Fitz remembered where Olivia got her proclivity for crying from. "-I just saw the unknown caller and wanted it to be you."

"Where are you? Are you at home?"

"-Olivia."

"Mom please answer."

"I'm in Boston," Maya said through a soft sob. "With your friends. We're worried about you. The police think you're dead."

"Did you say anything to them?"

"What am I supposed to say to them. That my daughter told me she left? Then they'd really stop looking."

"Mom-"

"Did you really leave? I don't believe that. I know you Olivia. You wouldn't do that to me?"

"I'm sorry, I was really tired and I needed a break. Do you know if the hospital still has my spot open?"

"What?"

"Mom, please answer. I need to know."

"Yes but-"

Olivia let out a loud sigh of relief.

"-Why did you scream then! Why did those guys follow you? Your car was burned in the woods."

"I made it up," Olivia lied then immediately felt her stomach turn then there were chunks of her dinner in her throat. She dashed to the bathroom and some of the vomit flew from her lips before she made it to the toilet.

She dropped the phone as she gagged into the toilet. Fitz was beside her in an instant and he picked up the phone from the floor.

"Why are you lying to me?" Maya screamed through the phone.

"She's lying because I told her to lie. I took your daughter and now that I have what I need I'll return her to you, safe and sound. Keep that information to yourself. You'll see her in a few days." Fitz said the words and then hung up.

"Why would you say that?" Olivia screamed as she hunched over the toilet.

"She needed to hear it." Fitz kneeled beside her, "are you okay?"

Olivia nodded.

"Okay, I'll get someone to clean this up."

Fitz stood and walked out then Olivia walked over to the vanity to rinse her mouth in the sink. All her early dinner had come up and it smelled horrid after sitting in her stomach for over an hour.

Fitz returned, "someone's coming."

"Okay, thanks," Olivia said with a weak smile. "You're kind of making me lazy. Someone is always cleaning up after me."

Fitz shrugged and walked off.

Shortly after a housekeeper walked into the bathroom with a cleaning cart. After the women cleaned up, Olivia closed the bathroom door and took a bath. She wondered how Maya felt after hearing what Fitz said. As much as she knew her mother, she would worry either way and so now she was counting down until she could see her and calm her. Talking to her on the phone wouldn't help at this point.

She quickly showered and wrapped herself in a robe then went out to the room. Fitz was sleeping faced down on the bed and she walked over to him and tapped him on the shoulder. He opened his eyes immediately and looked up.

"What?" Fitz asked through a squint.

"I...um...need someone to help me with my hair and stuff."

"You're not serious?"

Olivia smiled, "I'm a guest now. You're gonna have to start treating me better."

Fitz turned his head and closed his eyes. "Camilla is back, ask her to help you."

"Where is she?"

"Go out in the hall, Felix is there, tell him to get her."

"Was that so hard," Olivia said quickly then left.

Fitz smiled and then opened his eyes. He could no longer sleep.

Olivia walked out into the hall with her robe and found Felix standing guard. "Fitz asked you to call Camilla up here."

"She's at the house. He wants her to come here?"

"Which house?" Olivia asked, confused.

Felix seemed to think he revealed too much information and turned away. "I'll tell her to come," was all he said.

Olivia nodded and walked back to Fitz's room. He was sitting up on the bed now.

"What house was Camilla at?"

"My house." Fitz answered as he pulled a t-shirt over his head.

"You have a house in Italy?"

He nodded.

"So why are we at your hotel?"

"It's being renovated," Fitz said as he took a sip of water from the nightstand.

"Oh, okay," she said as she walked back to the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Olivia lotioned her body and then sat on the vanity as she waited.

Twenty minutes later Camilla arrived at the hotel suite. She opened the front door withoutout knocking and entered.

"Fitzgerald?" she called as she walked. Camilla walked into the bedroom and didn't see him. "Fitzgerald?"

She walked to the bathroom and saw him standing beside Olivia who was sitting on the vanity countertop in a robe. "Your name is Fitzgerald?" she said then covered her mouth as she burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

Fitz rolled his eyes, "Olivia wants your help?" he said to Camilla.

"Is your name Fitzgerald or not?" Olivia asked.

"I'm ignoring you," Fitz said with a smile.

Olivia giggled again, "oh my god, it is, isn't it?"

"Do you want to talk about names- you married someone named Herman."

"You looked into my husband?" Olivia said, surprised but intrigued.

"Well, you told me about him. I wanted to see the man."

She laughed, "I thought Herman was kind of charming- a charming name."

"You could have done way better."

"Well, don't be mean," she said with a giggle.

Camilla was annoyed, "do you need something," she asked Olivia.

"Oh yeah," Olivia said. She stood from the vanity and took a breath.

Fitz stepped aside, now that their playful moment was over, and pulled out his phone to make a call. He began dialing.

"I need someone to help me with my hair."

"What does that have to do with me?" Camilla snapped.

"Well, I was hoping you'd call someone to help me?"

Camilla rolled her eyes, "that's not my job."

"Just do what she asks," Fitz said as he left the room.

Olivia smiled slightly but said nothing.

"Fine, I'll find the girl from the hotel," Camilla said as she turned and walked out.

Olivia sighed when Camilla left and walked to the living room. Fitz stepped out shortly after on a call. She waited until there was a knock. She walked quickly to answer it and was greeted by a woman with a small suitcase.

"Hey, I'm Nikki- do you speak english?" the woman said in a British accent. She had milk-chocolate skin and hair braided back.

Olivia nodded, "yes."

"Okay great," she said with a smile, "I do hair and makeup for the hotel."

"Oh great!" Olivia stepped aside to let her in.

"Where would you want to set up?"

"Um...bathroom, I think," Olivia said.

"Sure!"

They walked to the bathroom and Nikki turned her large boxy suitcase over on the floor and opened it. Inside, was all kinds of makeup and hairstyling products and tools.

"Um, let me see if I can get a chair-" Olivia said.

"Sure, that would be great," Nikki said.

Olivia took a chair from the dining room and dragged it back to the bathroom then sat in front of the vanity.

"So what do you want?"

"Just my hair straightened."

"What about makeup?"

"Well, I didn't really have makeup in mind but I guess I could do it. Just a little bit though, not a lot."

"Okay- well, how about beach curls and some natural makeup, since you don't like a lot of makeup.

"Okay," Olivia said with a nod.

"So, what's a hotel doing with a makeup artist?" Olivia asked.

Nikki laughed, "well, I mean, this is kind of the best hotel in the area. It has a private beach and a great pool and spa. All the influencers and socialites and celebrities come here and there are a bunch of clubs in the area so people are always going out. It made sense to have some makeup artists on call."

"Oh- I didn't know there was a spa…"

"With a sauna," Nikki said with a smile.

Olivia made a mental note to visit, since she'd be leaving in two days she was determined to turn her bout in captivity into a vacation.

"Anything else I should know about?" Olivia asked.

"There's a great steakhouse downstairs. Have you been there?"

Nikki began to prep Olivia's hair and plugged in the flat iron to slightly loosen her natural curls.

"No, I didn't know that. I love steak," Olivia said excitedly. "Anything else?"

"You can go jet skiing on the beach or water gliding. There's a lot to do and you can take good pictures too."

Olivia chuckled, "well I don't think I'll take pictures but I definitely want to try them. I'm only here for two more days."

Nikki began to straighten her hair section by section and then she applied the product and style it. When she was finished she began Olivia's makeup.

"Just a little bit- makeup some mascara and gloss and maybe a little blush, that's it."

"Where are you going? Nikki asked.

"A nightclub- which I haven't been to since college- once."

"I didn't go to university but believe me, I was in a nightclub every week."

Olivia chuckled.

Nikki did light make up for Olivia then finished with a brown lip liner and a bit of nude lip gloss.

Olivia stood and looked in the mirror.

"Oh my gosh, I look so good, I need to do this more often," Olivia said.

Nikki laughed, "you don't go out alot?"

"Nope. I work alot- too much now that I think about it."

"What do you do?"

"Oh, I'm a doctor."

"Wow, that's great. You're on vacation?"

"I guess you could say that now."

Fitz walked into the bathroom. "I'm gonna start getting dressed," Fitz said then turned and walked out. Olivia had her back turned to him but responded, "sure, I'm almost ready."

Nikki smiled, "that's your boo. This is definitely a vacation, he is on fire."

Olivia blushed awkwardly but wasn't sure what to say.

"Thank you so much- I should tip you right?"

"If you're happy with your look."

"Give me a moment-" Olivia said as she jogged out to the bedroom. "Um...I have to tip her but I don't have any money."

"You don't have to tip her." Fitz said, he looked up at her briefly then turned away.

"Okay. But I would like to," Olivia said.

Fitz walked to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer. He had a stack of euros wrapped into a band that had €10,000 printed on it. He slipped out on €100 and handed it to Olivia.

"Thanks," Olivia said as she took the bill and walked back to the bathroom and handed it to Nikki.

"Thanks so much, you were great."

"Wow," Nikki said as she took the bill, "thank you."

"You're very welcome," Olivia said with a smile.

Olivia waited as Nikki packed up her products back into the suitcase and left shortly after then she went to get her dress from the living room and changed into it in the bathroom. When she stepped out of the bathroom Fitz was dressed, in black pants and a leather jacket with a t-shirt underneath.

"How do I look?" Olivia asked.

Fitz turned to look at her and she felt his eyes wash over her.

"No comment," he said.

Olivia sighed, "why do you have no comment?"

"If I told you look hot then you'd complain too."

She shook her head, "I'm not gonna go. It's kind of short-"

"I can't believe you've been married before."

"You know," Olivia said, "I'm gonna go. It's fine, I'm gonna go."

"Well, put your shoes on, I'm ready."

"Okay," Olivia said as she walked to the living room. She looked for a pair of heels and found a black strappy down. She slipped her feet in the shoes and tied the straps around her ankle.

Fitz walked in, are you ready?"

She nodded and stood from the couch.

Fitz walked to the door and held it open for her. They walked down to the lobby of the hotel and at the entrance, where the valet desk was, there was a black Lamborghini Aventador with both butterfly doors open.

Fitz helped Olivia in the front seat and closed her door then walked around to the driver's side.

"How old are you?" Olivia asked as Fitz drove.

"Why?"

"I'm just wondering how many years of illegal things you have to do to own a hotel in Italy, an enormous villa in Spain and this ridiculous car."

"How old do you think I am?"

"I don't know, 35...maybe."

"Do I look 35?"

"Not really. You look younger but I'm just guessing."

"I'm 29."

"You're lying?"

"Let me ask you a question- how do you think I make my money?"

"Drugs? Isn't that what my dad does?"

Fitz chuckled but didn't counter.

"Do you?"

"I'm not gonna answer that."

"Are you gonna change your mind about letting me go?" Olivia asked.

"No. If I thought I would change my mind I wouldn't have told you."

Olivia smiled, "I want to go to the beach tomorrow and Nikki told me you have a spa at the hotel, could I do that too."

"Do whatever you want."

"Are you in a mood? You've been weird today."

"No," Fitz said, "I'm fine."

"Are you mad you're gonna lose your favorite hostage?"

She saw him smirk but he didn't answer.

When they arrived at the club there were a group of security guards at the front and a crowd but Fitz drove his car around the building to the back of the entrance. A group of his guards and Jake were waiting there.

Fitz parked in front of the entrance. Felix walked over to Olivia's door and helped her out. "Thank you."

When Olivia stepped out, she felt an intense stare aimed at her from Jake but as usual, she ignored it. Fitz led her to the entrance where there was security. They let him enter without a check and Felix, Alesander, Jake and Lukus followed behind them.

In the hall, before they entered the club, a woman met them and led them to where the music played. There was a special section that was reserved for which Olivia was thankful because it meant she didn't have to stand all night in her 5-inch high heels.

The music was loud. The space was packed but cool. Olivia had forgotten what it was like in that kind of setting. She sat on the couch beside Fitz. Jake was on the other side of Fitz. The others stood. A few minutes after they sat, a woman brought over a large glass jar of ice, a few cans of soda and cranberry juice and two bottles of vodka, and a bottle of champagne with a bowl of lime slices and some glasses.

"Do you want something to drink?" Fitz whispered in Olivia's ear.

"I don't drink," Olivia said.

"Of course not," he said with a small smile. "There's soda."

"Yeah, I'll take one," she said.

Fitz opened a can of ginger ale and handed it to her.

"Thanks," Olivia said.

They sat for a while, as music played and women sauntered over to their section, seemingly towards Fitz. Some seemed to know him but he mostly ignored them. After about an hour, there were a group of men who entered. Even in the dimly lit room, she could see the leader of the group. He was bald with tattoos scattered on his face and covering his arms. He wore a suit, as did the other men.

She watched him scan the room and the moment his and Fitz's eyes connected, the entire mood seemed to change. It got tense. She watched it get tense.

They stared daggers into each other for a moment then the man broke away and walked with his group to a private section.

She turned to look at Fitz but then she saw Jake lean in his ear and say something she couldn't hear.

Olivia took another sip of soda and turned her attention back to the man across the room and suddenly, he was staring at her now, with a smirk. He puckered his lips and made kisses at her and Olivia rolled her eyes and turned away.

Fitz wasn't paying attention, he was still speaking to Jake then after a minute he leaned over to Olivia, "we're leaving in 20 minutes."

"Oh- but I was kind of having fun. The music is good."

"We can go somewhere else but this is a shitshow waiting to happen."

Olivia nodded, "I'm gonna use the bathroom."

"No," Fitz said.

"What?" Olivia said, confused by his commanding tone.

"I'll take you somewhere else. Just sit down, we're leaving soon."

Olivia leaned closer to him to make sure he heard her.

"I'm not your hostage anymore, remember? You can't tell me what to do," she said angrily.

Olivia stood and walked in the direction that she'd seen many women walk that night, she assumed it was where the women's bathroom was.

She was quick and when she left the bathroom, she walked across the floor to the bar for a glass of water. The sugary soda had made her thirsty. Fitz' eyes never left her.

She stopped at the bar counter and tried to call a bartender.

"Hello?" she said.

There were several of them.

"Un minuto," a woman said.

Olivia waited and then she felt someone beside her.

Immediately Fitz stood, ready to intervene but Jake stopped him. "If you go over there, all hell is gonna break loose-just leave it alone. You told her not to leave and she left."

Fitz stared at Jake and pulled his arm away and walked over to the bar.

"I don't see girls like you often?" he said to Olivia.

"What do you mean?" Olivia said.

"So beautiful, naturally," he said.

"Oh. um...thank you," Olivia said then she turned back to the bartender.

"You're shy too. You keep turning away from me," he said with a smile, "is it the tattoos?"

Olivia turned to look back at Fitz but she didn't see him sitting with Jake, though all of their eyes seemed to be on her. She decided to abandon her quest for water and return to the section. She didn't like the fact that the man was talking to her, especially after the intense moment she'd witness earlier between him and Fitz.

She turned to walk away but he grabbed her arm.

"It's rude to just walk away," he said with a smile. "Stay a while."

"Let me go," Olivia said, panicking suddenly but trying not to show it.

when she turned around Fitz was beside her.

"Let's go," Fitz said, though he didn't see the man's hand on Olivia's arm.

"Yes, I have to go, "Olivia said, hoping the man would let go.

"Fitz," the man said with a smile as he let go of Olivia. He spoke with an accent Olivia couldn't place. "you remember me, don't you?"

"I meet alot of people and you don't particularly stand out," Fitz quipped.

Fitz's rude comment was enough to wipe the smile from the man's face.

Olivia stepped off to follow Fitz but felt someone pull her by the waist. "I'd like to chat a bit longer," the man said, "you're staying right here," he said to Olivia.

Fitz took a breath.

"Let me go," Olivia said as he pulled away.

"No, I like you-" before he could finish his word Olivia saw Fitz's fist swinging towards the man's face. When it connected, there was an audible crack.

The man flew back against the bar's wooden counter and hell broke loose in the seconds that followed. His men rushed over and Fitz's did as well.

Fitz shoved Olivia out of the way as others joined the fight.

Fitz grabbed the man before he could regain balance and slammed his head against the counter and then flung him on the floor and kicked him in the face.

Olivia was frozen until she saw a man behind Fitz with a knife.

"Fitz, he has a knife," she screamed, though her feet were still frozen.

The crowd in the club had scattered now but the music was still loud.

The man behind Fitz swung the knife and Olivia could've sworn it caught Fitz but without a reaction, she wasn't sure. Fitz grabbed a liquor bottle from the bar counter and smashed it against his head. The glass broke into a million pieces and scattered across the floor.

"GET HER OUT OF HERE, FELIX!" Fitz barked.

Seconds later Olivia felt hands around her whisking her away.

She was through the hall at the exit. A few feet away she could see Fitz's car. The security was gone. Felix walked her towards the car and as soon as she reached the door, she heard someone, it sounded like Jake, scream Fitz's name, and moments later 4 gunshots rang out.