𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬¹ ✓

Five

Tense {Adj.} - unable to relax because of nervousness, anxiety, or stimulation.

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𝓢𝓪𝔂𝓲𝓷𝓰 goodbye was harder than Olivia thought. She held her sons in her arms tightly as they sobbed on her shoulders.

"I'll be back as soon as possible, I promise." She says, trying to keep her emotions composed. If she cried then Ares and Apollo will truly never let her go. "Stay," Ares said through sobs as he held onto her even tighter.

She looked over at a teary-eyed Tony, pleading with her eyes to help her out. Tony nudged a stoic-faced Noah to get Ares while he gets Apollo.

"Mommy's gotta go, come on," Tony says lightly as he pries Apollo off her. Her shirt was now wet from snot and tears. on the other hand, Noah was struggling a little more. "Come on bud, your mom will be back really soon." He said but Ares wouldn't budge.

Noah gave up after a bit deciding that maybe he'll listen to his mom.

Nothing like the god of war being a giant momma's boy.

Olivia sighed, rubbing her son's back soothingly. "Are's I promise I'll come back as soon as I can but mommy's got really important work to do." She said quietly. He lifted his head enough to face her. His eyes were red and puffy with tears and his nose was runny and pink.

"We go with you." He said with a sniff, making her laugh slightly trying not to cry. She wiped his tears. "It's dangerous work. Maybe one day, when you're much much older I'll tell you but, for now, mommy's gotta do this alone. Okay?" He looked at her for a while, sniffling every now and then.

"You come back?" She smiled softly before placing a kiss on his forehead. "Promise. I'll always come back." She says looking between Ares and Apollo. He nodded before Noah came up and took him out of his mother's arms.

She placed a kiss on Apollo's head, telling her sons a final goodbye.

"I love you, my beautiful boys. I'll be back soon." She said with the softest, saddest smile they'd ever seen. "Love you, mommy," Apollo said, not wanting to cry anymore. Ares let his tears flow freely. "love you, mommy. Miss you." He said before burying his face in the crook of Noah's neck.

Olivia looked over at Tony and Noah. "Take good care of them. I trust you guys and don't worry about my father and our business. He'll never touch you guys." She reassured their worries.

"We'll miss you Liv. Stay safe." Tony said making her smile. "Don't worry. In that world, there's nothing more dangerous than me." She did before walking out, leaving her precious sons in the care of the only people she would ever trust.

***

She sat silently on the private plane her father had sent for her. She hadn't been back to France for years and dreaded every second of having to go back.

The only perk of being a Lenoir in France was the power she held. She never had to worry about housing or starting because her father cared too much for his robot to let it wither.

"Madam Lenoir, would you like some wine?" A stewardess asked as she held an expensive bottle of wine.

"Madam Lenoir." She repeated. "Will everyone be calling me that now?" She asked as she healed up her wine glass to be filled. The lady nodded, "Sir Lenoir had instructed up to refer to you as such starting today." She answers before leaving.

Father is doing unnecessary things again. She sighed to herself as she took a sip of her wine.

The plane ride felt excruciatingly long. Thankfully Peter had sent over a third of the work she'd have to sift through once she'd landed to keep her occupied.

It was a bunch of transaction documents and worker portfolios.

Father has gone on another killing spree. Great. Now I have more unnecessary work because he can't control his own emotions. She sighed as she rubbed her temples.

Her father trained her to be emotionless when needed but he was the worst at controlling his own.

Whenever he spiraled he'd kill almost half of his workforce. It was stupid and unnecessary but so was most of what he did.

She typed away on her laptop as she read over a certain drug transaction her father had approved of with a certain smaller gang the Lenoirs had been fighting with forever.

She marked it, putting it somewhere separate so she could question him about it. Her father held a strong hatred towards them, maybe a little more than he hated the Italians. There was no way he made such a huge transaction with them this easily.

He bout thousands upon thousands of dollars worth of drugs from them two months ago.

I didn't even know they made that much product. She thought as she look through the digital files.

As she looked through them she realized the transaction was made with her father's personal card, not the business card, and the amount they had bought wasn't cataloged in the database that keeps everything in place.

 The plane landed soon after, she walked off with her tablet in hand as she looked further into the transaction.

Some poor bastard chose the wrong time to try and scam the Lenoirs out of money.

"Madam Lenoir, welcome home." A guard said as he walked with her towards a slick black car. "Name?" She asked, wanting to know how to refer to him, still not having looked up.

"Theo, madam." He said politely. 

"Alright Theo, call father and let him know his precious prodigy is home. Oh, and have anyone that has access to his personal office lined up in the warehouse when I get there." She ordered before stepping into the car and driving off towards the dreaded warehouse they kept more of their important products.

She drove quickly down the familiar roads, music blasting on the radio as she thought about who could've been stupid enough to try and infiltrate them right as the throne was being passed down.

Maybe father really is getting old. He'd rarely ever let things like this go over his head.

She sighed as she remembered something Peter had told her.

"Father's Alzheimer's is acting up, Liv. I mean, some days the man can barely remember his own name, let alone run a mafia." Peter's words ran through her head.

Their father had Alzheimer's and they had no clue how long it'd be until he'd forgotten everything.