And the lies I weave are oh so intricate
She'd made a swipe for her things, but of course Fitz was much too quick for her. When he was at least halfway paying attention, there wasn't much anyone could get over on him. He had reflexes quicker than anyone he'd ever met, something he'd never really put much thought into, but had honed over the years none the less. His quick fingers ensured he never had to work too hard, after all when people couldn't see they couldn't blame on you, right? He'd grinned as Ruby berated him for going through her things. "C'mon, it's not like you had a vibe in there. Wait, did you?"
He cocked an eyebrow, giving her a judgey look before chuckling. For some reason he just wanted to see her cute face redden, the desire to see her irritated high. Why he was interested in her at all was a mystery, even to himself. This whole ordeal was just a giant fuck up and really, he should have just booted her right here. Why he was talking to her still, why he was even going to let her continue sitting in this car, those were questions he was specifically not asking himself. Ruby was too cute for her own good it seemed.
He'd already tossed her things into the backseat once more, turning so that he could put the car in gear once more. The sirens had died down and they now had nine minutes to get to their destination. "Seat belt, blondie. I don't want you gettin' roughed up so you can try and tack on an assault charge later."
he said, his voice deceptively cheerful. The second he heard the click of her seat belt he'd pulled out, already all over the gas. The Bentley had some serious get up and go and Fitz kept his eyes on the road as Ruby questioned him from the backseat. "Naturally gifted."
He answered shortly when she questioned his sleight of hand. Well, it wasn't a lie. She'd slumped down in the seat so he could only see the top of her head in his rear-view. She was talking again, apparently seeing that cooperation was the only thing that was going to get her out of this. Well, that wasn't exactly the truth. Fitz wasn't about to kill her or anything so awful. He was a thief, not a murderer but of course your average person didn't see much of a difference. Commit one crime, commit 'em all that's the way the public perceived the common criminal, but the dark underbelly of the world was much more intricate. Violence actually made Fitz ill when he really thought about it and he wasn't a big fan of blood. He was a man who would much rather strike a deal than go about hurting anyone. After all, even though he had a real nice thing going on in this city, he could dip out if he needed to. There were no strings attached anywhere, none he couldn't pull up at a moment's notice, and there just wasn't a whole lot in this world he thought he might need to put foot to ass for. Especially not this car or his current benefactors. They were slick and all, paid good and slid his name to the right kinds of folks, but he wasn't about to let anyone swim with the proverbial fishes to keep the job. That just wasn't right.
"You seem trustworthy. I guess I'm just going to have to believe you, Miss Ruby Conrad. Or is it Mrs?"
He was weaving through traffic as they headed north. Fitz seemed completely at ease, the Bentley sailing between cars as if it were dancing. To anyone else it looked absolutely reckless, but Fitz knew what he was doing and never once did he graze a fender or nick a mirror. He glanced at the clock again. Four minutes. They were still a solid six minutes away and despite his best efforts, traffic was an absolute bitch. Fuck fuck fuck.
He took a shortcut through an alley that he knew connected with a street he needed, barely scraping through it without tearing the side mirrors off the car. It was a bumpy ride, but it spit them out on the road he needed and it swung them into the parking garage only 45 seconds late. Fitz slammed the brakes, throwing the car into park and flung his door open. "Get out, stand by the door and do not move."
He'd leveled his stare on her just long enough to speak and then he was out.
Fitz wasn't usually late, but late was late and he was looking at a disgruntled man in a black suit. A conversation was had, one in which Fitz agreed to taking a cut in pay, though it was an arguement as to how much. Payment was forked over, sans one stack of bills, but the conversation wasn't over. Who's the girl?
Fitz was quick with an explanation, but it wasn't to the man's liking apparently as he'd already drawn a gun, leveling it on Ruby. "Whoa, whoa! Chill out, everything's kosher, man."
Fitz had already slid in front of the gun, though no one had quite seen him move. His had his hands up, already backing up towards Ruby. "Look, I got a handle on this, right? No need to make a mess here. Tell the boss I've got it covered."
he turned on a dime then, knowing Ruby was right behind him and he scooped her up, tossing her over his shoulder with no fuss. "Easy peasy. You do you and I'll do me and we're good, right?"
She was struggling of course, but he was broad where she was petite. Ruby was fiesty, but he had strength and skill on her. Unless she produced a frying pan, there wasn't a lot she was going to be able to do.
The gun was still leveled on the both of them as Fitz moved towards a tarped vehicle. With one hand he pulled the blue tarp, already stuffing it into the back window. His trusty ol' Cavalier was beneath that tarp, his every day rider. Fitz moved to the back and popped the trunk, already cramming a writhing Ruby into it. "Shut up unless you want it to be both our asses,"
he hissed under his breath, giving her a pointed look before he gave her one final push and shut the trunk lid. He came out from behind his car then, arms held out towards the suited man. "I've got this. I swear. Haven't done you wrong yet, have I?"
He gave a grin, though his heart was hammering in his chest. The suited man still had the gun on him, his expression pensive.
Don't be late again.
Fitz saluted the man as he slid into the driver's seat. "Aye aye, captain."
The man had holstered the gun and Fitz had already started his car. Thankfully Ruby wasn't making a ruckus in the trunk. God, she was going to lose her shit when he opened that lid.
The drive home was a solid twenty minutes and every one of those moments Fitz spent trying to figure out what he was going to do with her. By the time he parked his car in the alley beside his apartment building he still wasn't quite sure what he was going to do, but for the night Ruby was just going to have to stick with him. She wasn't going to be pleased and truthfully, Fitz wasn't too pleased either. Still, he didn't want to ditch her on the side of the road and let the black suits find her, either. That was a little to close to chucking her to the sharks for his taste.
He knocked on the trunk lid and put on a grin. He took a breath and steeled himself. When he popped this lid he knew she was going to come out of it like a wet cat. He also knew he could move quick enough so that any flailing punches wouldn't connect. Still, he'd let her get one or two quick licks in, let her feel a bit better before he hit her with the bad news.
"Hey punkin, you still in there?"
he asked, slowly opening the trunk.
☆ RUBY M. CONRAD ☆