Fisk awoke with a yawn, he stretched and looked down at Elizabeth who was still sleeping beside him. Feeling a little naughty, he slipped his hand under the sheets and gave her firm butt a playful pinch. Elizabeth's eyes shot open as she let out a soft gasp.
"Fisk, don't," she groaned, but he kept teasing her rear until she sat up. "I said stop!" Elizabeth said, this time giving him the 'your going to get your hand broken' look. Fisk stopped and kissed her.
Fisk and Elizabeth quickly got cleaned up and got dressed for breakfast. The two of them had seen a place that was advertising a special, so it sounded like a good place to try. After they ate a great breakfast, Fisk took Elizabeth over to a club that was open.
The club was an upscale one. They played "American standards" music, like Sinatra, and it was all slow-dancing. Tommy and Lucy went right to the floor to dance once they arrived, but Fisk wasn't confident in his ability to dance, so he didn't ask Elizabeth. She kept looking at him, expecting Fisk to ask her, but he just watched the others.
Fisk then notice a man watching him, but he didn't know that the man was a member of the Ghosts of the KGB. The man looked like any other guy out on the dance floor, so Fisk just smiled at him. The two of them watched each other for over ten minutes, and it looked like neither of them was going to move, that was until a second undercover member of the Ghosts walked onto the dance floor.
He was a big heavy guy who looked like an offensive lineman, he walked right up to Elizabeth and he said, "Come on, babe. Let's dance." He took her hand and pulled her toward the dance floor. Elizabeth didn't like his hostile advance on her, so she looked back at Fisk for help.
Fisk narrowed his eyes at the big guy dancing with his woman. He looked really angry.
The guy drew Elizabeth into his arms and danced them into the crowd. Fisk tried to keep an eye on her but the other dancers got in the way. Fisk pushed his way past the other dancers and found the guy still hold Elizabeth in his arms. And what Fisk saw made his blood boil, that guy had a big hand on her ass.
Fisk rushed out to her. "That's enough," he told the guy.
The Ghost member sneered at him. "Beat it, soldier. The girl is coming with me."
"If you don't take your hands off my wife, I'm going to break your fucking neck, tare your eyes out and shove them down your throat so you can see me tare your stomach open," Fisk threatened.
The Ghost member smiled. He looked like he wouldn't mind a fight, but Elizabeth told him, "You better listen, Frank, because my husband will kill you." To his credit he backed away without a fight.
Elizabeth had a little smirk on her lips that annoyed Fisk. He gathered her in his arms and danced with her. She leaned in, pressing the full length of her curvy body against his, and whispered in his ear, "What took you so long?"
"What?" Fisk asked, confused and still mad.
"What took you so long to get me away from that guy? I'm your 'wife' this week, honey. You shouldn't let other men try and make a move on me."
Fisk stared in her eyes, he looked around for the big guy. "I think he didn't plan on just dancing with you, Elizabeth."
She shrugged but her eyes sparkled merrily. She was enjoying this but Fisk had no idea what was going through her mind. "I wanted to dance with you, but he got to me first," she explained. "And you know how much I like to dance. You shouldn't have let me go with him."
Fisk frowned. "I know, I shouldn't."
She shook her head. "I'm your wife. You need to be faster on the draw if you are going to assert yourself. He had his hands all over me." She was still smirking.
"I know," Fisk groused. "I can't believe I let him do that to you."
"I expected you to stop him," she replied innocently. "You're my big strong husband. You're supposed to protect me."
Fisk blushed, ashamed by his inaction. "Sorry," he apologized.
Elizabeth giggled and nipped his earlobe with her teeth. "It's okay. I think I would have loved to see you destroy that guy."
Fisk smiled. "If he comes back, I'll kill him."
Fisk and Elizabeth stayed at the club for hours. The music wasn't his favorite, but Fisk had to admit that slow dancing was a hell of a lot of fun after Elizabeth taught him some basic steps. Elizabeth stayed in her boyfriend's arms the rest of the time, mostly swaying on the dance floor but also with his arm around her while at their table.
But when Fisk and Tommy used the restroom, they came back and damned if some guys weren't chatting up Lucy and Elizabeth. Both Fisk and Tommy possessively put an arm around their girlfriend waist's and glared at the guys.
Elizabeth kissed Fisk's cheek and told the guy that had been flirting with her, "This is my husband and we're going back to our hotel."Then the four of them left the club. Lucy turned to her brother.
"You two seem to be using the 'we're married' trick on everyone these days," she said to Fisk.
"I do plan on marring Elizabeth," he said softly. Elizabeth felt her face warm up as her heart beat faster. She could not believe what Fisk said. He was planning on asking for her hand in marriage. It had to be a dream.
"For real?" she asked Fisk. He nodded. Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears of happiness, "Fisk, you're the best!" she said throwing her arms around him. Lucy and Tommy were really happy for the two of them, it looked like their lives were about to get really exciting.
And it was.
That night, Fisk woke up. He so wanted a shot of Jack Danial's, and he did remember that the hotel did have a bar that stayed open. Fisk was careful not to wake Elizabeth as he got out of bed. Kissing her softly, Fisk left the room and made for the bar down stairs.
As Fisk entered the bar, he saw the big guy from the club that tried to dance with Elizabeth and his friend sitting at a near by table. An older gentleman sat at the bar, who seemed to be having a good time talking with the bartender.
Looks quiet tonight. Fisk thought to himself as he sat at the bar next to the old man. The old man looked at him with a smile. "Hi, I'm Fisk Black," Fisk said offering his hand, but the old man just kept smiling.
"Mr. White. It is so nice to meet you, Agent Black," Mr. White said Fisk with an icy cold voice. "I trust you have been enjoying the beach so far."
Fisk almost fell out of his seat when he saw that it was Mr. White. "What do you want?" he asked.
"What I want is simple," he replied. "You. Dead."
Fisk smiled and didn't seem to be intimidated by Mr. White and his death threat. "Oh, really. I want you to know that if you try to kill me, I'll kill you like I did your friends at the gas station."
Fisk waited to hear the fear in Mr. White's voice, but instead he got a calm, but angry answer. "Johnson was nothing to me, but Rick was my son. You killed him and took the best thing I ever had from me, so I am going to take something from you."
Fisk watched as Mr. White pulled out some photos of him, Lucy, Tommy and Elizabeth. It was clear that the Ghosts of the KGB had been watching them since they arrived. The old assassin smiled and downed his drink in a single gulp. "Who do you want to see go first before you? Do you want to see Elizabeth, Tommy or your sister Lucy go first? The choice is yours Agent Black." he told Fisk.
Fisk felt range, fear and he couldn't hold his temper in much longer. "You stay away from them! It's me you want, Mr. White!" He shouted.
"You got that right Fisk," Mr. White replied, then paid the bartender for his drink. Fisk threw the photos across the room and grabbed Mr. White. The bartender then drew a sawed off Shotgun, as the two guys from the club drew their silenced pistols. Fisk quickly realized that he was about to die, so he let go of Mr. White.
"Smart move, Fisk," Mr. White snickered as he brushed the wrinkles out of his cloths. "Just so you know, you have the same temper as your father did. He always was getting angry, but he was a true challenge to kill, I hope you last longer then he did." he said leaving the bar.
The bartender then handed Fisk a small box with the note on it that read: You have one week left to live. Now go and marry that girl.
Then the bartender and the two guys from the club left.
I got to kill this guy and fast! Fisk thought to himself, but as he picked up the box and stuffed it into his pocket. Now he knew he had to be ready for the next attack. So, first he would need some weapons, and a lot of ammo.
But for the moment, Fisk needed to do the right thing and ask Elizabeth to be his bride. He might not get another chance. So, making his way back to the suite, Fisk kept an eye out for any of Mr. White's men hanging around. There were men and women in the halls, some of them were watching him. One man ran his finger across his throat as Fisk walked by.
"You're dead, Agent Black," the man whispered. Fisk flipped him off and entered his room where Elizabeth was waiting for him.
"Fisk, where were you?" she asked him. Fisk sat down at the foot of the bed. He looked confused, even a little angry, but he forced himself to smile.
"Elizabeth, I love you and I want you to marry me," he said pulling out the ring. Elizabeth's eyes fill with tears as Fisk slowly slipped the ring onto her finger. "So, will you be my wife?" he asked her.
"Yes, I'll marry you," she replied. "We'll get married in September, at church on the beach." Elizabeth then pulled out her cell phone and made calls to all her friends and family, Fisk did the same. After all, Mr. White was giving him a week to get ready for him.
So, all Fisk had to do now was get Elizabeth, Lucy and Tommy put into protected custody until he could deal with Mr. White.
But down on an old dock, David stood next to a tied up police officer. Mr. White walked up to them with a smile. "Did Fisk take the bait, Mr. White?" David asked his boss.
The old assassin nodded. "He did indeed. When Fisk is alone, we strike." Mr. White smiled as he pushed the officer into the sea. He and David watched as the cop disappeared under water.
Looks like Mr. White has been keeping a close eye on Fisk and his friends. Can Fisk keep the others safe while he hunts down Mr. White and his assassins? Find out in the next chapter.