Well, it's been a minute since I've posted. Hope you all are doing well and staying safe. New chapter, not proofread, but wanted you all to have it now.
Until Next time,
Muse
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She awakens from a blissful sleep by a loud sound she can't distinguish. She hasn't slept this sound in such a long time that she feels re-energized. As though she could go on a run with no end in sight.
And she's sore in the most magical way.
Fitz would never say sorry. But the most ruthless mobster on his knees pleased her. Warms her more than he knows. In his ways, Fitz was submitting to Olivia. And Olivia relished the sight and feel of the king on his knees for her.
She wipes the crust out of her eyes. She was in her regular clothes. Fitz grabbed her belongings after all.
This room isn't familiar. Opening the window her spirit left her body. She runs to him, watching him stand up but not move closer to her. She charges him but he grabs her arms quickly to stop her from hurting herself while trying to hurt him.
"How could you!" Olivia screams not giving a damn that his associates were on the plane with him.
Pushing Olivia to the bedroom, he struggles to contain her.
"Lavina…" he knows she would be upset and the progress he made pushed them back to square one.
"Don't!" Olivia shouts "take me home!"
"No" Fitz crosses his arms.
Olivia stares at him. "Where's my stuff!"
Walking to the closet he pulls her duffel bag.
Reaching in the bag she looks for her gun.
"Looking for your gun?"
She pauses her search "did you take it?"
"What would I do with your gun? I have millions of those."
Grabbing her gun she breathes a sigh of relief.
"You aren't going to kill me."
"Don't be so sure of that."
Fitz chuckles reaching to touch Olivia's cheek she turns away from him. Rejecting him.
"You can have your gun, Lavina. It doesn't intimidate me."
"It should," Olivia warns
"If you pulled the trigger you would die as well. When we land my army will be at the airport. They would kill you without you ever stepping a foot off the plane." He walks to the mirror fixing his suit that Olivia wrinkled slightly.
"What do you want" Olivia seethes with anger that she allowed herself to be in this situation.
"You." Fitz lays on the bed. " all I want is you. My sweet Lavina."
Walking in front of him. She stares at him. He's relaxed, even pleased as though he has no fears.
"I don't want you."
"We'll see." He whispers softly
"Why did you take me?" Her gladiators. Her mission. There is no way they can find her. Track her. But then she remembers She has her phone. Thank god for small miracles. But They can't rescue her, there's a small silver lining that at least they will know she's alive and with her target.
"You can't be trusted to behave in my absence. You'll flirt with my enemy. Dance for my partners. And attempt to poison me and get yourself in trouble or killed."
She's surprised he cares this much about her. That he worries about her well-being.
"Are you afraid someone will kill me?"
"Besides me?" He arches his eyebrow and Olivia chuckles at the joke.
"Where are we going?" She settles down. There is no telling how long she will be with him. Alone with him as her only companion, she will need him to keep her alive. She'll make nice for now.
"Italy."
"What's in Italy?"
"A small part of my empire. There's trouble, which means I must go settle the flame. This is a business trip, but I'll find pleasure with you." He touches Olivia's thigh.
Olivia throws his hand away "you're not touching me again. We talked about respect. And kidnapping me is not part of it."
Fitz sighs "if I left you; you'll misbehave for my attention. "
"I don't care about you. I wasn't doing it for attention."
He flips Olivia on her back as he towers over her.
"I won't fuck you," Olivia promises.
Fitz again smiles, caressing her plump lips "I can't wait to have you on your knees."
"You were on your knees first."
A chuckle manages to escape " you want me on my knees again, Lavina?" He unbuttons her pants as Olivia pushes his hands away.
"You are going to be begging me soon. To fuck you." Fitz warns as he stands up and fixes his clothes.
"I won't."
"when that time comes, you are going to be punished, Olivia. The first time, I accepted responsibility. This time you will be disciplined."
Olivia glares at him as he walks out of the room.
"Fuck!" Olivia yells on the plane.
In many ways, her plan is going better than she imagined. Fitz is completely under her spell. But now she feels she has fallen under his.
Grabbing her phone she texts Abby. Most likely this phone was tapped and she expected it. But, Fitz is clearly comfortable enough around her to allow her to have her gun and phone.
"I'm okay." She texts Abby. She can't inform her gladiators as Fitz has never met them. And since he already scared Abby there's no point in hiding their friendship and partnership.
"Are you Alive?"
"Yes. I'm alive. He kidnapped me and is flying me to Italy."
Abby doesn't answer for a minute.
"I thought he killed you."
"No. He didn't kill me…"
"Anything I can do?"
"Just look after my plants while I'm on gone."
Olivia knew Abby would understand the code. Abby will now be acting captain until she returns to America. In the meantime, she'll demand to see more of Fitz's world hopefully not at the expense of her own.
" Are you ready?" Fitz waits for Olivia to exit the plane.
Taking one final breathe, she unbuckles her seat belt and walks to the exit where Fitz is waiting for her.
"I'm ready."
X
Without uttering a word, Olivia gathers her bag and sits in the empty seat next to Fitz. She knows he can feel her disdain, her disapproval, that she has once again been duped and blinded. It's not like Olivia to be outdone, but once again she falls under Fitz's ever cunning and reserved actions.
But, never one to dwell on issues and strife, Olivia aims at the endless outcomes and opportunities she may find now that she is free from American soil. That is also what unnerves her. She has always been a loner, orphaned at thirteen, she has learned to rely on no one but herself and her capabilities. Her team has to an extent become her people, they check on one another, more than friends but less than family. It is her own inability to form bonds as to why they have remained such. And, why she now finds herself both thankful and fearful of their absences.
She looks down at the ground growing smaller and spreading wider as she soars into the clouds.
"Have you been on a helicopter before?" he asks Olivia, hoping to draw her out of her shell.
"No." she lies. She has been on a few helicopters, with some rich politicians or pharmaceutical kings, all while working undercover, but none feel as grand as now. None could ever match the caliber and excitement that is Fitzgerald Grant.
"I have much to show you, then," Fitz says although it was more of a promise than an actual statement. A promise, she is both eager to explore and shield from.
He rubs her leg pleasantly causing Olivia to react by pushing his hand away and turning towards the window. Where the view and her thoughts are more clear.
The villa is incredible. As they fly onto the helipad, Olivia can see the vast landscape. The vineyard stretched as long as she can view it. Fitz has money coming from wine manufacturing as well. As she views the grounds, her eyes land on the Olympic pool stretched with rare marble statues and large thuja trees covering the land wandering eyes, though Olivia did not see any homes remotely close to the property.
"Are you impressed?" Overwhelmed by the beauty of Italy, Olivia did not notice Fitz's presence following her every moment, monitoring closely at any signs of objection or disdain.
"This is beautiful," Olivia admits turning to Fitz slightly as the sun kisses his skin leaving him with a golden halo.
"I knew you would appreciate it." Fitz replies proud "I do enjoy Italy. And I believe you will too."
"I would enjoy it more if it was my choice and not yours." Olivia snaps walking into the atrium. The marble floor, and ornate ceilings. Everything about this villa screams old money, notoriety, and class. The marble columns and architecture are something alone that you would see on readers' digest.
Left alone to voyage the land. Olivia finds herself stopping at every room, observing the design, looking for any signs or clues that could tell a story, Fitz's story. But she ends up empty-handed. It was a long chance that Fitz would leave artifacts or anything of substance at this oasis.
But every room is contemporary style with a flair of the Tuscan theme. The high vaulted ceilings are encrusted with angels. The villa is a walking museum, a moment in time, yet Fitz manages to add pieces that are peculiarly designed for him.
Much of the day is spent wandering the acres of land, and property. Fitz didn't try to show her around. She did manage to find him far away in another sector of the house with his minions guarding as he worked in his private quarters.
Sunbathing outside, she eyes his discreet army, some quite obvious, others taking a far more stealth approach.
"Abby."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm ok," Olivia promises pulling her sunglasses over her eyes.
"Where are you?"
"Lake Cuomo." Olivia answers "it's beautiful here." And it truly is. The air somehow feels cleaner, crisper. The sun seems to set brighter.
"Are you safe?"
"Yes, I am."
"You aren't lying right?"
"No." Olivia answers honestly "I wouldn't lie, like that. I am safe, and if under different circumstances I would be quite happy to be here."
"He hasn't touched you or anything."
"No. Fitz, would never do that. He is a man with principle."
"You talk as if you know him."
Olivia pauses for a second. "I don't know him. But, in the short time, he seems to be a man guided by morals and principle as crazy as that sounds."
"When do you return?"
"I don't know, I'm not exactly talking to him at this time."
"Why not?"
"Well, he kidnapped me." Olivia laughs "so I'm not exactly dropping to my feet."
"Just be careful."
"I will," Olivia promises.
/
Since they landed, his thoughts have been plagued by her. He was well aware, that this brazen act will push her in the wrong direction. Olivia is smart, and the thought alone that he managed to trick her, angers her more than anything else. He knows this. Because he knows her. She's stubborn, a certified hard-ass who aims to make every decision difficult and exhilarating. Always the smartest person in the room, he managed to surprise her. Granted, if he was to invite her, she would reject the offer. He knows that. Olivia, flying across the world with him would never happen. She is far too fearful to take the risk. He retracts the thought, Olivia is risky enough to take the risk, but she is held back by some force. That he has yet to uncover.
He wanted to test a theory of his. The adaption of man. How does someone adapt to a new area, do they evolve and expand or do they regress? Fitz is under the assumption that Olivia if placed in a new environment will not only adapt to her surrounding but evolve and expand her views of the world, and of him. To have Olivia to himself, well… that thought alone led to this conclusion.
Consequences and all.
Walking outside to the terrace he looks down at Olivia swimming in the pool, he smiles knowing she must have asked the housekeeper for her clothes and swimsuits. He takes note of her form, and how she manages to glide through the water with such grace. She was the captain of her high school swim team if his memory serves him well. She did not divulge that information, she is as reserved as him. But, he studied her and reviewed every grade, extracurricular activity, and personal partner he could find.
"Command, you have a phone call."
He throws his hand up. Taking one last glance at Olivia he walks back inside. Without ever knowing that while he stared at Olivia, she too was staring at him through the waves of the water concealed her.
/
Wearing a large plush white robe, softer than anything she has ever felt, she walks to the table for dinner. One of the housekeepers came to gather her from the pool, she assumed Fitz commanded her presence and normally she would bark at the act. But, her stomach was significantly lighter since this morning and trying to find the kitchen would take her every bit of half-hour, as she managed to get lost several times throughout the day.
She finds Fitz already seated at the large concrete table, with placement set for only two. She smiles at Fitz having her seat to the right of him.
Once seated, immediately the kitchen crew begins setting their dinner and pouring their wine. And as quickly as they came, they left leaving only the two of them.
The Norwegian salmon baked to perfection covered with a light soy broth, and saluted spinach is by far the best thing, Olivia has ever had. And the wine also compliments the fish so well, the faint taste of blueberries and olives.
"How is the dinner?"
"Delicious. By far the best thing, I have ever tasted." Olivia answers taking another bite of the salmon.
"Yet." Fitz, smiles. And Olivia too manages to curve a small, fleeting smile.
"And, what about you? Is this not the best thing you have tasted?" Olivia ask
"No. my palette has become more refined. Though delicious, I have sampled something far sweeter." His hand palms her bare thigh, pulling back the robe that blocked his access.
Olivia pushes his hand away "I'm not exactly in the mood, considering you kidnapped me."
Fitz sighs heavily "we both know it wasn't kidnapping when one wishes to come."
"I wasn't given the option of being asked."
"You would have rejected my offer, for moral reasons, but Olivia we both know you would want to come and be here with me."
"What did you inject me with?" Olivia ignores Fitz's statement. It's far easier to deflect than admit.
Fitz bites his lip, annoyed with the conversation. "None of your business."
"My body, that is my business. What is it? Illegal? Ketamine? Propofol? Versed?"
His eyes squint in glee "how do you know so much about those medications?"
Olivia manages to conceal her nerves "it's very public knowledge."
"No" Fitz shakes his head "not many know about those kinds of sedatives. So how do you know about it?"
"How do you know about it?" Olivia retorts throwing her fork down "I am not going to be the one prosecuted as though I did something wrong here."
Fitz shrugs "if you don't wish to answer my question, then I will not answer yours."
Olivia licks her lips, nervously "I wanted to be a doctor." She lies, the truth is that she learned much about the opioid crisis through the department. After all, she was "dating" several high-profile pharmaceutical kings who were more than willing to divulge about the company's manufacturing.
"What happened?"
Olivia turns to look outside, watching as the sun begins to dwindle. "What did you inject me with?"
"Ketamine."
"How did you get that?"
Fitz stares at Olivia "you answer mine, and I answer yours, Lavinia."
"you can keep your secret."
"Likewise."
They eat the rest of their dinner in silence.
"I don't forgive you."
"I will keep your secret, Lavinia," Fitz answers as though he never heard Olivia, or what she said.
"And what secret is that?"
"It is okay to want me" reaching for her hand, he kisses each finger before kissing her wrist. She attempts to pull her arm away, only he pulls her closer towards him.
Her breathing becomes shallow, her heart racing. The trepidation at his proximity. He smells so good, caressing her cheek, his thumbs moving down to encircling her lips watching as they part slightly for him.
God, does she want him.
"Good night, Fitz." Olivia walks away. Stopped herself before she did something.
She wanders through the vast halls, searching for the room with her bag. But each room was empty, leaving her annoyed and frustrated.
Until she went inside Fitz's private sector of the mansion. And found his room. The marble floors, the high vaulted ceilings. The large bay windows opened. The light blue comforter sitting adjacent to the eighty-foot tv. The room alone is splendid, magical even.
Walking into the closet she finds his closet, filled with suits and shirts all neatly pressed. Walking to the other closet, she finds what she assumes to be her clothes. They are her size after all. The closest is alone is bigger than her entire apartment, the designer gowns, flow endlessly. The ample supply of lingerie. Everything she could want or desire to wear is inside this closet. Including her bag. Opening the bag, she finds her gun exactly where she left it.
/
Inside the Carrara marble shower, the water somehow soothes her. Easing her suffering. She washes her body thoroughly. Scrubbing as though she can remove his touch and imprint. As if it would be so easy. Despite her attempt, it is still not enough to stop her craving, pushing the water to the cold she gasps at the drastic temperature change.
Pulling Olivia by her neck, he turns her around to face him.
Flesh to flesh.
His chest is warm against her cold skin.
The tension between them was thick and heavy. Breathless, Olivia licks her now parched lips to stop herself from quivering. Reaching behind Olivia, he turns the water to a temperature far warmer and pleasurable.
His eyes peer down at her; he feels the jolt of electricity run through his veins at her contemplation.
"Do you want me, Lavinia?" he whispers in her ear. His eyes were dark and enigmatic.
Trembling, she shakes her head. The lack of space between them has made the air steamier, and harder to breathe.
Caressing her cheek, he pulls her face closer to his. He can see each eyelash, beating frantically at his proximity. The swell of her breast as she heaves for oxygen that he is depriving her of. Finally, he has her.
"I do not want you." Olivia whispers against his lips. "it is you who wants me."
Fitz smiles catlike. "I do want you, Lavinia." Grabbing her ass she whimpers against his lips. "I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone. I am consumed by you." Grabbing her hand, he places her on his aroused member showing just exactly what she does to him.
She whimpers at the precum engulfed in her hand. Despite her protest, this brazen act has somehow made him more delectable.
"I can show you, so much Olivia." He brushes his nose down the length of hers, his teeth grating along her jawline. She could hear him pant, breathing her in. Her knees almost buckled at the deep groan coming from his mouth, the breath she hadn't realized she was holding expelled in a passionate rush.
"You're a bad man, Fitz."
"I am good to you, though."
She pulls back slightly to view him. And she has to admit, that while he exudes power, there's a sincerity to him one that is without malice.
"Is it wrong to want me?" he pulls her arms above her head, looking down at her bare body, she possesses a visage of purity, that leaves even him torn about whether he should kneel and ask for absolution, or take every essence of her.
"Fitz" she begs for release of which kind she is not certain.
"It is okay to give in to your desires. Lavinia. I will not judge or question your merit." He whispers to her as he spreads her legs apart and without thought, she encircles her legs around his hips, desperate for him to enter her.
He licks her lips as she reaches forward for more.
"But."
He pulls back to observe her reaction "you must fall on your knees."
Olivia pushes him back, the moment broken. Now all that is between them is cold air and space.
"I will never do that." Olivia yells "why would you think I would do that. Especially after you kidnapping me!"
"Lavinia, I warned you of the consequences. You deny my affection."
"That is not affection, that is affliction!" Olivia hisses invading Fitz's personal space.
"Both of the same coin."
"No" Olivia yells "it is different! You don't get to demand my affection after that!"
"Olivia." he stares at Olivia, stoically though his patience has thinned. "you have done terrible things to me. You dance, flirt, and manipulate my partner for my attention. When I snap. You pretend to be shocked. After provoking me. You want my attention. This is it." his teeth grits as he walks into Olivia's space pinning her in a corner of the shower.
Nostril flared, lip pursed. "I don't want you," Olivia answers with as much venom as she can muster.
Fitz scouts back from her, and immediately Olivia can feel the coolness with space now found. "Very well, Olivia." he walks out of the shower. retrieving his robe.
"Where are you going?" Olivia walks out, water dripping down her soap sud skin. She follows Fitz to the bedroom, never once caring about her nude body or the goosebumps that cover her flesh.
Turning around he looks at Olivia "why do you care?" walking out the room, he slams the door. Never once looking back at Olivia's stunning face.