Fitz put his Bugatti in gear and calmly eased off the gas, allowing the admirers of the spaceship to get one last glimpse before he’d disappear into thin air. He turned up the music, Jaheim’s “I Choose You,” which blared through the speakers like it was live in a studio. She’d never been a Jaheim fan, but there was something about the way it sounded through the vehicle’s surround sound that was mesmerizing.
It seemed the car’s engine gave Fitz superpowers, putting him in his own little world. She studied him, but he paid her no mind as he mimicked Jaheim. He acted as if she wasn’t there. He was too busy into his own world, catching his own vibe. She just stared at him, fueling his performance.
He sang aloud to the words for a while. “All the places I can be and the people I can see . . . the decision was easy to make. I choose you over everything,” Jaheim sang, before Fitz turned the volume down.
“Let’s get off to a fresh start,” Fitz said, like he wanted peace.
Bianca gazed at him, but he was still smoothly moving to the beat of the song while in full control of the 1500 horsepower at his disposal, as he waited for her to respond.
Bianca couldn’t deny that Fitz was definitely fine—in fact, he had to be the finest thing she had seen since her feet had touched Florida’s soil. There was something about his tanned, caramel complexion in that white Robin jeans outfit he was wearing, paired with his watch, whose diamonds were so bright they lit up the Miami skyline as he maneuvered the $2.4 million car.
“Really?”
“Serious,” he said to her, sincerity written all over his clean-cut face.
Before she could respond, he turned up the volume. “Hold on, baby. I like this part right here.” He played the song to its ending then played it again, pumping it up almost as loud as it could go, while putting the pedal to the metal, handling the car with precision.
All she could do was lay her head back on the headrest, close her eyes, and allow the Miami wind to blow through her hair from the convertible top. For the first time since she arrived in Miami, she was relaxed and was able to allow her mind to run wild like the roaring engine of the best luxury-car engineering.
Deep in her euphoric bliss, she was brought back to reality when her phone vibrated and she looked at her text message:
BISH, WTF HAPPENED? HOW I GO TO THE BATHROOM AND ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE? YOU BOUT TO MURDER A BIG TIME MIAMI DRUG BOY BUT THE KICKER IS THE LEADER OF THE DAMN PERUVIAN CARTEL SWEPT YOU AWAY. WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK???? MAKE NO MISTAKE YOU ARE MY BISH THO!
Bianca read her text message from Diamond two more times to make sure she was reading it right. Then she looked up over at Fitz, who was still in his own world, rocking out to the music.
B: HUH GIRL? WHAT YOU MEAN
D: RE-READ MY SHIT. AIN’T NO TYPOS IN THERE
B: DAMN GIRL, MY LIFE! BUT ARE YOU OK?
D: YEAH PABLO ESCOBAR MADE SURE HIS PEOPLE CAME AND GOT ME AND WALKED ME TO MY CAR AND MADE SURE I MADE IT HOME SAFE. BUT I AIN’T EVEN GET DEE NUMBER!
B: YOU FUNNY. LOOK CALL YOU ONCE I GET TO MY ROOM.
Bianca tried not to hide the slight smile that had taken over her face as she put her head back and closed her eyes again, trying to get back into her rhapsody as her mind took over again. Hell, Diamond couldn’t believe it? Bianca couldn’t even believe what had transpired herself, and she was living it. How in the hell had she cabbed it to Gyspy’s but was now riding shotgun with a damn drug lord? What did all this mean? Better yet, what did he want with her? He had to be at least fifteen years older than her, and that swagger was on five billion.
After the song ended for the second time, he tried his hand again at her.
“So, listen. There is no denying we are both tough as nails. Neither one of us is going for the other’s bullshit.”
Bianca looked at him with the same poker face that she wore at all times, never letting on that she was a little taken aback with him as she listened to him and studied his whole being.
“So, this is the deal,” he said, using one hand to drive and the other to talk. “You are going to be as absolutely nice to me as you can possibly be. I know you have it in you. And I’m going to be nice and as thoughtful as I can be to you as well. We’re going to be friends—no bullshit, no beef. Everything from the past is water under the bridge.”
“But—” She started to say something, but he wouldn’t let her.
“No buts, ifs, or ands,” he said then immediately changed the subject. “The place I wanna go is right up ahead. You are going to love it.”
Before she could fix her lips to object, he said it again. “Trust me, you are going to love it. The food is delicious, the view is simply breathtaking, and the service is superb.”
“Okay, looking forward to it.” The truth of the matter was, she was now hungry, and after everything that had happened, she needed a drink bad. She decided that she’d be on her best behavior. He seemed like he could definitely be an asset to her.
When they rolled up to the fancy restaurant, she saw ladies in cocktail dresses making their way through the entrance. “I don’t think I’m dressed properly.”
“Don’t worry. You look beautiful.” He was trying to make her feel secure in her jeans, fitted tee, and heels as he pulled up to the valet.
He opened the door, she stepped out, and he grabbed her hand and walked toward
