How's it going?! 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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There will be consequences to her actions. She is aware of it. No secret will remain hidden for long. But, the key will be finding Fitz's secret in hopes it will somehow erase her indiscretions.
Grabbing some of Fitz's clothes, she walks out of the bedroom to the gym. Oddly, Fitz didn't have workout clothes for her, so she used his. Grabbing a large white shirt and blue shorts. Olivia runs on the treadmill.
There's nothing better than a run to clear her head and ease her anxiety. She needed to call Abby and check-in. But now that she is tainted she fears her friend's intuition will lead to her suspension. And that can't happen. Not when she's close.
She has Fitz where she wants him. Now she has to play the role and have him trust her.
"I'm alive." Olivia texted Abby.
"Are you? It's been a week."
Olivia sighs. Reaching down she grabs her phone and begins texting mid-run "yes, just been difficult to find the time."
"Can I see you?"
Olivia rolls her eyes. She would do the same thing, but she hates the intrusiveness and why she does, she's not sure.
"Hey, Abby."
"I thought you were lying."
"Nope," Olivia answers stopping her jog and moving over to the weights
"Everything ok"
"Yeah." Olivia answers placing the phone down "just hard dealing with different personalities."
"I can imagine."
The room opens and Fitz walks inside with a sly smile.
"Abby, I'm gonna have to let you go."
"Oh ok, liv." Without a second to protest, Olivia hangs up.
"What?" she stares up at sitting up from the bench.
He smiles down at Olivia, pleased by her dress attire.
"It's time to go meet some friends."
"What kind of friends?"
Fitz smirks, wearing only his formal pants. There should be a law against looking this good. "Friends, who I need to pay special attention to."
Pleased by his answer, and finally gaining inside information. Olivia gets up without protest.
"Lead the way."
X
It is like driving with the President. Everyone stops to stare, and somehow despite attempting to blend with the crowd, they manage to stand out. uniquely, magnificently, as though a celebrity desperate to appear normal.
She is aware now of the customs and rules that are in placed being with Fitz. Such as, Fitz never drives without an entourage of three cars filled with his men armed and ready. There's an old saying 'out with the old and end with the new', she never understood the saying, always feeling the cliche is over the top and exaggerate. Yet, here with Fitz, she feels herself losing control. The rules and order that she created are now being obliterated by this monster, and all she can do is watch and oblige. Willfully she finds her beholden to him.
As Olivia sees herself adapting to Fitz's world, there is an understanding that was not understood before. With a man like Fitz, he has more enemies than friends. With everyone wanting a piece and claim to the throne, all who is aware will be willing to take their stab at the king and claim the throne.
It is this knowledge that unnerves Olivia. Why exactly does she worry about Fitz's safety? She finds herself asking this question repeatedly every day. Why does she care if he lives ? The world would be rid of one evil person, yet she will know that though fearless and merciless the man is human. And if Fitz were to die who better yet what would take his place? The shaking of her head is quick and swift, she can't think of that.
She won't.
They enter an Italian restaurant, in the city of Florence, but away from the commotion that keeps the tourist occupied. It's a small restaurant on the outside. The yellow stones would stand out in America, but here it blends in perfectly. Hidden in plain sight.
Fitz was busy on the phone, handling whatever business that required his attention at the time. She does not try to pry or look. It's not every day she goes to Italy, but she makes a point to know the key landmarks. Just in case things get dicey or worse.
But, oddly enough, she doesn't fear for her life with Fitz. Perhaps, that's the most daunting feeling of all. She feels close enough to him that he would protect her, or maybe that's how he wants you to perceive him.
Evil yet kind.
Sinner but an Angel.
Fitz smiles at Olivia, a smile that should be comforting yet all Olivia can feel is this impending doom washing over her. What has she done? Better yet, who has she done? Worse, has he made her part of the bargain?
Fitz dressed in black as though he was going to a funeral. When Olivia, saw his dress attire, she was perplexed, and concerned as she now knows his wardrobe is quite easy. A button-down white shirt with black dress pants. It is modest and deceiving for a man of his wealth.
"This meeting is not going to be pretty." her gut is telling her that, Fitz means business.
"I don't want to go in." Olivia whispers scared for the first time, clinging to Fitz's hand.
He stares at Olivia, shocked that women like herself would protest, "You wanted to be a part of my world, this is what it means."
"I don't think I'm cut out for your world," Olivia whispers, her eyes looking around in fear of snipers and assassins.
Fitz places his hand on her chest. Feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and her heart beating inside the palm of his hand. "you are scared...good." Fitz smiles "If you weren't worried, I would fear there is something you weren't being truthful with me."
"so I can stay inside the car?"
"No." Fitz answers placing his sunglasses on "You are safer with me...you must always remember that." Fitz opens the door and steps out with his hand open for Olivia to accept his invitation to join him.
She can't think about his words or his warning. With ease, she accepts his cool hand and steps out into the sun.
The restaurant is bigger than she imagined. Grandeur then it appears. Once again she underestimated her opponent. This is a five-star Michelin restaurant, only the best that money can buy. She remembers this place, only because of the iconic wallpaper, she saw it briefly while tv surfing on the food network.
The hand-painted angels flying above and around the wall and ceiling. Oh, the imagery is not lost on Olivia.
Dressed in an off-white sleeveless, body-fitting dress. She remains poised, calm, and collected. If she is to be a part of Fitz's world, it will come with submission and of course subtly. She never takes off her Gucci thick black framed sunglasses. If there is one thing her father told her, it is to never let your enemy see your fear.
The Italian drug lord is different than what she imagined or envisioned. Perhaps it is because she has spent so much time with Fitz that none of these so-called powerful men scare her the way he does. Or maybe it's because she can see where and to whom power truly lies.
He's average. 5'10, thick black hair and piercing brown eyes, his olive skin compliments his black suit. The man stares at Olivia, in awe that a stranger has managed to penetrate the heart made of stone.
"It's nice to meet your acquaintance...Miss..."
Before she could respond, Fitz took over "Tell me something new and good, Ronaldo."
"You have a beautiful lady beside you m,that is new and something good." He stares at Olivia once again before sitting across from Fitz at the lone table in the restaurant.
"That is my something good, what is yours?" Fitz responds.
"We have made a record profit, and I have heard the rumors about your companion and have gifted her something." with a snap of his fingers, his men bring a large tear-drop diamond necklace.
Olivia's mouth opened at the diamond, not because of its sheer beauty that somehow managed to make the dark room, spark with glitter. It is that people are aware of her presence. She has not left the estate yet she is already known.
"Who's told you about my girl?" Fitz's voice drops
Ronaldo, dazzling smile falters. He's not seen his boss with a women or a companion before, this is new territory which means he must learn once again how to manage and approach him. Speaking in Italian "Forgive me. I was told by someone in high rank that you have become infatuated with a woman..."
"I asked who?" Fitz answers in English.
"Jake."
Fitz clenches his teeth. His fist whitened at his name being mentioned once again.
"What did he say? Word for word."
"he claims you cut his finger, and stole his women."
Moving his head from side to side, deciding whether to talk or act. He places his hand on Olivia's warm thigh. Silently marveling at the smoothness of her skin.
"She is mine. I should've cut his tongue. But, I will correct my mistake when I return."
"If you would like my men to handle it, it will be my honor."
"Thank you, for the warm offer. But, Jake is my problem and I always clean my mess. I'll handle him as I have anyone else. But, if he comes to your land. You are to seize and hold him captive until I come for him."
"Of course."
"Now, I've noticed that we have made a considerable profit in our weapon and drugs yet my profit has only increased by ten percent, which is a lot. But, not enough."
"I do not know anything ab..." with a click of the gun, Ronald stops talking. Underneath the table, Fitz has his revolver pointed directly at his abdominal aorta.
"That is strike two... I've played baseball all my life, and here in Florence you might not be accustomed to the game called 'baseball' but I shall explain it explicitly. If you miss three hits, then you are out. You have one ball, left...use it wisely."
Ronaldo sighs heavily. "I kept five percent of the profit, to pay my men, to lather our guests with jewels and gifts to befriend them for our financial gain. "
"Did it work?"
"What?"
"Did you gain favor with our guest?"
"Yes, sir. I did."
"Who."
"Ambassador Hoy Zhao."
Immediately, Olivia knows who that is. He is part of China's leadership, one of the apex members to the ruler Xiu Choy. Olivia wants desperately to look at Fitz and see what kind of game he is playing but she knows, if she were to look curious then he would know she is not some hooker at the club. But far more.
"And?"
"We are going to be working quietly with our counterpart, supplying them with oil and they in return shall supply us with weapons. They are completely in support of our cause and would love the opportunity to meet you in person and see the man behind the mask.
For the first time since arriving, Fitz smiles.
"you are safe..." Fitz pulls away his gun." for now."
Ronaldo smiles greatly
"you can keep that extra five percent now, and not repay. But, do it again. And it will be not only your life but your family."
Staring at Fitz, Ronaldo's head falls in obedience "Forgive me, lord, it will not happen again. That I will promise."
"Good." Fitz smiles as the men bring out champagne in celebration
A glass Is handed to Olivia, Fitz eyes Olivia, carefully before turning his head away.
"Long live the King!" Ronaldo proclaims with a clink of his glass he sips his champagne and watches Fitz as he takes a sip of his.
"Ronaldo, you have served well and faithfully. This moment is yours as it is mine."
"Why did your lady not drink?"
"Ask her yourself?" Fitz answers turning to Olivia.
Her palms begin to sweat, her heart fluttering "I'm not thirsty, but thank you."
Ronaldo smiles at Olivia pleased with her answer "Not even for the sip of champagne."
"I'm a red wine, kinda girl." Olivia smiles all too sweetly.
With a laugh coming from Ronaldo and Fitz.
"I like her, Fitz."
Fitz begins to cough, clearly in his throat. "Yes, you can see why I cut Jake's hand for touching her."
"I have a confession, to make boss," Ronaldo exclaims watching as Fitz turns red.
"What is that?" Fitz answered even though Ronaldo could see his boss, was becoming unwell.
"I took majority profit...and after killing you...I will serve under Jake as the next command. But, I shall not only rule Italy but the European
content. The girl has made you weak, but I knew you would be swayed by the goodness from China and would forget about the real problem."
Cough vehemently Fitz crouches, grasping the table as Olivia moves to comfort him quickly, patting his back.
"Fitz." Olivia panics, patting his back between trying to offer him water, anything to help him.
Without anyone noticing Ronaldo is shot in the knee. As he yells in pain.
Olivia moves away as though burned by his touch. He sits up perfectly fine, the red and flushness of his cheek gone, his crouched posture straightened.
"strike three." Fitz answers standing up and walking to Ronaldo "Did you mistake me for a fool? That I would blindly trust a man who has stolen from me!" Fitz grabs Ronaldo by his shirt throwing him on the floor.
"You wanted to kill me. But you are so stupid that you wanted to gloat more than get the job done." sliding off his coat, he easily places it behind his chair.
He kicks Ronaldo, precisely on his side, knowing exactly where to fracture his ribs.
"I will not make that mistake." Fitz punches Ronaldo.
"You stole my money, but did you secure my Guest?"
"Yes." Ronaldo shakes his head, his breathing labored.
"Good." he drops Ronaldo on the floor. Reaching inside his pocket he pulls out his pocket knife "This was my father's pocket knife. He used this on my back...as a reminder to never leave it open otherwise you will be stabbed." with that, Fitz stabs Ronaldo in the back as he screams in agony.
Looking at Ronaldo, Fitz eyes his necklace and emerald gold ring. He cuts the ring off as his men, hold Ronaldo down. The cut wasn't simple like Jake, it wasn't quick or clean either. But slowly, painfully slow, and messy.
With a new ring and necklace, he smiles. "because you secured my guest, I will spare your family...but you shall die."
"sir, forgive me!" Ronaldo cries.
"You're out." Fitz walks away. He walks to his coat
"Leo."
"Yes sir." he moves from the wall.
"You will now run, Italy. " he hands him the necklace that once belonged to Ronaldo.
"Thank you sir." he bows his head and walks to Fitz and falls to his knees and kisses his ring.
"Learn from your predecessor and you shall have Europe."
"Yes, sir. I will not fail you."
Grabbing his coat from the chair, he easily places it back on. Moving behind Olivia he pulls her chair open and opens his hand for her to accept.
She stares at him in fear and awe. He kills without remorse, but never without cause. What will he do, if he was to find out who she truly is?
Grabbing his hand for support, he guides her outside as though nothing has ever happened."
The car ride home is quiet. Unsure what to say and how to begin. It's not every day you witness one of the biggest mobsters getting brutally murdered. Better yet watching, an assassination attempt.
Fitz wipes the blood from his hand, as he stares at Olivia, waiting for her to speak.
"I don't think I want to be a part of your world"
Fitz leans back throwing the towel on the floor. "why not?" he turns to Olivia
"you murder people, you kill people...and you are very powerful. I don't know what you do, but it's not good."
"I enjoyed the way you deflected. Your answers were sharp and quick. But, more importantly, you passed the test."
"what test?"
"of whether you will live or die?"
"What?" her heart drops..is he going to kill her now?"
"Ronaldo was poisoning not just me, but you as well. I was going to squeeze your thigh so tightly that I draw blood, so you would know not to take a sip. But, I figured, if you are to be a part of my world then you would have to learn quickly if not you will die."
"you were going to let me die?" Olivia was shocked by his coldness.
"I don't know." Fitz shrugs "We will never find out."
"how about if someone tries to kill me, you'll just let them."
"I didn't say that." Fitz answers honestly "You are mine, Lavina. Many, will come after you because of me. Life as you know it, is now over. All you will have is me."
"I don't get a say?"
"You asked to see my world, and now you are a part of it."
"Until?"
"Until what?" Fitz ask
"Until you grow tired of me. Then you kill me...or I no longer excite you. I bore you. I'm dead with you as much as I am with them."
"What makes you think, I'll be tired of you so soon?"
"you are a man used to getting what he wants. I created a small challenge but you still got what you wanted. You're tired of me."
"I'm not tired of you." Fitz reaches for Olivia, casually sitting her on his lap
"I do not believe, I will ever be tired of you, Olivia." he rubs her thigh, moving her dress higher up.
Her breathing turns shallow. Her eyes hovered over his in suspense.
"you are not a good man, Fitz."
"But, I am good to you."
"Fitz...what do you want with me?"
He stares at Olivia for a second, taking in her question. "everything."
"you have me ."
"No, I want all." he caresses her neck, feeling her pulse palpate against his thumb "Somehow, you have vexed me." he whispers against her lips "It's maddening how much you have consumed my every thought. It is this unusual feeling that has me wanting more."
"you sound like an addict." Olivia snickers
"Perhaps I am." Fitz whispers as his hand sways down Olivia's neck to her breast, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her chest. "but I suspect that you want me just as much."
"That's not true." Olivia whispers this time "I don't like you...you kidnapped me."
Fitz nods his head "I did...have I robbed you of your virtue?"
"Yes." Olivia shakes her head in agreement "I've broken many rules being with you"
"As have I."
They stare at one another. Brown eyes meeting blue eyes. There is an unspoken rule spreading between the two.
/
He takes her shopping.
"Get whatever your heart desires."
"Anything?"
"Yes, of course," Fitz answers matter-of-factly.
Olivia chuckles. Sure, she's been offered the world by men before, even undercover some of the richest men have tried to impress her, but somehow their actions always fell through. Not every living up to their word.
But, Olivia knows that Fitz's word is his oath. She could buy the store and he would think nothing of it.
They shop at the most exclusive stores, personal shoppers handing her the most luscious dresses. One by one, she goes to try them on while Fitz sits inside the SUV working.
Wearing an emerald green silk maxi gown. Olivia can't help but admire the way this dress manages to fit her and highlight her curves and accent her features.
The door opens and Fitz walks in, smiling and pleased.
"Now, that's a dress."
"This is the Ladies' dressing room."
"It's a good thing, we are the only people here." Fitz smirks."
"I'm not doing that here."
"I didn't ask," Fitz smirks. "I just wish to watch and enjoy."
"You're a perve."
"a little." Fitz answers making himself comfortable on the couch. "come here and let me examine the fabric."
"Fitz," Olivia whispers her breathing becoming more rapid at the thought of Fitz taking here when the workers are less than fifty feet away.
"Do as you are told," Fitz answers firmly, that Olivia knows not to question him or make him wait.
She walks a few steps as she stands in front of him.
With a keen eye, he examines her dress, rubbing every inch of the material ensuring there are no wires or trackers inside. Unknowingly to him, Olivia was panting, melting at his firm yet strong hands caressing her body.
The sheer desire enveloped her, she just had him and now she wants him again, like a dog in heat. Surely he could smell her scent, the fire burning through her that can only be extinguished by him.
Pleased by his findings. He stops and looks at Olivia. "This is good." he's surprised by her forced stare. But, quickly understands what it is that she wants.
"Do you want more, Lavinia?" he whispers as his hand now travels inside her dress. "Would you like more of me?"
Her breath hitches. She licks her lips, in anticipation. She nods her head but can't find the words.
"Olivia. Speak," he demands. Stopping all movement altogether.
"yes." her voice cracks. "I want more... of you"
He pulls her underwear down, dropping them on the floor. He stands up and allows Olivia to unbuckle his belt her eyes never removed from his. Released, he turns her around as they face the mirror. He enters her from behind and all Olivia can do is moan in pure bliss.
She tries to remain quiet, biting her lips to silence the earth-shattering scream desperate to erupt. There is something freeing and maddening about what she is doing with him. They attempt to be quiet for no reason other than for their own self conscious, but Olivia knows the girls are talking about her, how Fitz is fucking her . And despite their gossip and knowing stares, she doesn't care. When she walks out of this room she won't be ashamed but proud.
They all want what it is she has.
Him.
'Fuck' Olivia whispers as she cums with Fitz following.
They walk out of the room, as though nothing happened. Olivia with the clothes she originally came in with and Fitz with his hair now messy and curls more prominent.
He carries the stack of clothes and lingerie Olivia wants and hands it to the girls who stare at him with desire, and Olivia with envy.
"We will be taking these."
"yes sir," they answer. Quickly wrapping up the clothes.
He grabs Olivia's hand and guides her to a secret department, walking down the dark stairs they enter a basement.
With more of Fitz's men working and assembling firearms and the other his female workers sewing drugs inside clothes.
It's a factory down here, not the biggest she's seen but certainly not the smallest.
"I am a businessman, Lavina. An entrepreneur who distributes all kinds of goods around the world. This is my clothing store and these are my people. They work for me and I pay them well so that they will not bite the hand that feeds them." They walk around the facility as the men and women bow in respect.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"You wanted to know. My secrets are now your secrets." she stares at Fitz in fear yet admiration.
"What do you have planned Fitz?"
He doesn't respond, but takes in the rare air.
"Fitz?"
"Nothing yet"
Olivia knows that is not true, she knows he's lying. This means one thing, he has something planned and Olivia is now part of that plan. With Olivia's mind racing, she can think of only one thing, this mission is only the beginning for her and Fitz.