Broken Pieces (Riverdale #2) (18 page)

“She’ll come around, man. Give her some time she just lost the most important person in her life.”

“She’s not the only one who lost him.” Luke shook his head and glanced down at his watch. “I’ve got to get Ava.” He looked around the room. “Have you seen Leah? Never mind, if you see her tell her I had to leave to get Ava. I’ll come back in a few.”

Nick raised an eyebrow, but merely nodded. He wasn’t sure what was going on with Luke, but grief made you act strange sometimes. His phone vibrated in his pocket and he signaled for the waitress to bring him another drink as he reached into his pants for his phone. The bartender filled his glass and Nick splayed a twenty dollar bill on top of the bar. He glanced down at his phone and saw that he had a text from Sam. He looked over his shoulder and she wasn’t at the table with her friends anymore.

He opened the text.

Sam: Meet me by the bathrooms, Samantha

Nick bit the inside of his cheek and figured one of two things was about to go down. He slid the phone back into his pocket and downed his drink in two hefty gulps. One, she was going to lash at him for some unknown reason, or two she was looking for a quick lay. He was hoping it was the latter and he placed the empty glass onto the bar as he sauntered through the bar, making his way to the hallway where the bathrooms were. Sam was leaning against the wall between the men’s room and the ladies room. She didn’t lift her chin or raise her head the slightest bit to look at him instead she peered up at him under the fringe of her eyelashes.

He pushed back his suit jacket, and placed one hand in his pocket as he took another step towards her, invading her space.  He didn’t say a word. She asked him here, he came. With an understanding like that, who needed words? He watched as she brought the pink flesh of her lower lip between her teeth. She leaned her head against the wall, lifting her eyes to meet his.

Nick sucked in a breath as her eyes turned a mischievous shade of dark blue. The door to the ladies room opened and a woman emerged, brushing past them. Sam turned her head and looked at the door the woman had exited and then back towards Nick. She kicked off the wall and stood straight. Even with four inch heels on, her head still came up just under Nick’s chin. Her hand traveled down one side of the lapels of his suit as she walked backwards towards the ladies room. With her free hand she grabbed the loose tie around his neck and yanked hard, a devilish smile playing upon her lips. She kicked the bathroom door open and dragged Nick inside gripping his tie.

He let her play her little game. He let her think she had the upper hand, but once they were inside of the bathroom, he took control and pushed her up against the door. She still held his tie in her fisted hand as she stared up at him anxiously. He braced his hand above her head and caged her in against the door. She licked her lips and he fought the urge to take her tongue into his mouth.

“You wanted something?” He asked huskily and leaned closer to her, his erection pressing against her hip.

She peered up at him and the slightest hint of a smile threatened her lips. He was so close he could smell the tequila laced with mint that was on her breath. She trailed her free hand down the length of the door, finding the door knob. Nick heard the lock slide into place, but still he glanced down and checked to see if it was in fact locked.

His eyes locked onto hers again and he watched her as she struggled to work the knot of his tie.

“I’ve always wanted you like this.” She confessed as she finally freed him from the tie. She wrapped it mindlessly around her wrist as if she was about to tie herself up. She let the tie fall from her wrist and she clutched the lapels of his suit.

“Tell me you want me.” She said as she bit her lip.

“I want you.” Nick growled and he gripped her hips with his strong hands, lifting her up. She instantly wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her towards the counter.

“Tell me you want to fuck me.” She whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled his ear.

“I want to fuck you, Samantha.” Nick said as he sat her on top of the counter. He pressed a palm on each of her knee caps and spread her legs.

His words were her drug, and once she had her fix she reached for his face, claiming his mouth with her own. Her hands pushed his suit jacket off his broad shoulders as his tongue found its way into her hot mouth. In his arms at this moment it was only the two of them no death, no
eulogies just an uncontrollable desire to have him inside her.  He lapped at the recesses of her mouth, tasting every crevice. His fingers slipped under the thin scrap of lace covering her pussy and he swallowed her moan as his fingers traveled along her slick folds.

Her delicate fingertips worked the button of his slacks and dragged down the zipper carefully. She was as desperate for him as he was for her. She leaned into him as she struggled with the elastic of his boxer briefs. She decided she needed a different tactic and she grabbed his shoulders and with the stiletto heels, she wore, she brought the underwear and slacks down. They pooled at his knees, his erection free. Nick pulled back from her, catching his breath. He gripped his dick in his hand and pumped it once, then twice. With is thumb, he wiped at the clear liquid that dripped out of the head. Sam grabbed his hand and wrapped her lips around his thumb, sucking his juices off.

Watching her tongue twirl around his thumb, making sure she tasted whatever was left, was enough to send Nick over the edge. He lifted her dress, so that the fabric sat around her waist. He didn’t bother removing her thong, he slid the lace to the side and with one slick move he drove his hard cock into her glistening pussy.

Sam locked her ankles around his waist and met him thrust for thrust.

“Harder!” She urged as she gripped his shoulders that were straining against the tailored shirt he still wore. Nick grunted as he pushed himself further into her. He was balls deep and her walls clenched around him. He would’ve sworn on a stack of bibles that her sweet little pussy had his dick in a vice, that’s how tight she was. He wasn’t going to be able to last long. He reached down and stroked her clit with his fingers. She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. “Yes… Oh God, Nick. Like that. Just like that.” She purred as his finger pressed against her sensitive nub.

She threw her head back, hitting the mirror, her whole body shuddering as she came. Nick leaned down and sucked on her neck. He couldn’t help himself that long elegant neck was calling for his touch. His mouth trailed down to her shoulder blade as he lost himself inside her.

“Fuck yeah.” He growled against her skin as he pumped inside her while he came. He blew out a deep breath as he braced one hand against the mirror, hoping to steady himself.

They both struggled to get their breathing under control for a moment before Nick slid his dick slowly out of her. He thought she moaned, but he couldn’t be sure. He carefully brought his briefs back up over his still semi hardened cock. The tip peaked out of the elastic as he drew his pants up. He zipped them, but didn’t bother with the button.

He watched Sam hop off the counter top. She bent her knees and lifted her dress to fix her panties. She glanced at herself in the mirror smoothing her dress down, making sure she didn’t look like she was just fucked in the bathroom. Nick bent down to pick up his tie, curling it into a ball, and shoved it into his pocket. He didn’t bother fixing his shirt. He draped his suit jacket over his shoulder and stared at her in the mirror. Maybe she gave a shit if people knew they were together, but he didn’t. Her eyes met his and she smiled softly. She turned around and patted him on the chest.

“Thanks.” She leaned up and pressed her lips to his cheek fleetingly. Nick barely rapped his head around the one word she uttered from her smiling mouth before she brushed past him and left him alone in the ladies room.

Chapter Twelve

       Nick couldn’t get his head in the game. He had a half a dozen cars that needed his attention, yet he sat behind the desk
in the office he shared with Luke. He wasn’t even pretending to do anything useful, like order auto parts or call back some of the people who had left messages over the last week. No, he just sat in the chair and stared aimlessly at the heap of paper that was piled high on the desk. His head felt as if it would explode. Between the never ending phone calls from his father and Erica and whatever the fuck you would call what was going on between him and Sam, he felt like he was in a car that someone had cut the breaks too.

“I heard this is where I could find you.” He knew that voice, dreaded the day he’d hear it again. Nick glanced up at the doorway, in which his mother stood. A sea of emotions ran through his head as he stared at her. Lucille Foti looked just as he remembered, a little older, more lines on her face. Cold, hard and uninviting, was the best way to describe who stood in front of him.

Something was different, maybe her tone? She spoke softly, not hard or curt.

“Aren’t you going to say hello?” she asked. “It’s been years since you’ve seen me.”

Nick didn’t know what he should say. He was disgusted, angry, and bitter. He didn’t want to say hello to her, or pretend the last seven years he wasn’t miserable because of her. What he wanted to do, was, spit in her face and tell her to fuck off. He couldn’t explain why he didn’t do that though. Instead, he busied his hands, shoving papers around the desk.

“What are you doing here?”

She looked around surveying the tiny room and took a step inside the office. Her eyes found Nick’s and her features softened just a touch. “I came here for a few reasons. The first being, I know you lost someone you cared a great deal about, so I came to offer my condolences to you.”

Nick stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out her angle. Did she really expect him to believe she was here because Jake had passed away? He shook his head, typical of his mother to use his friend’s death to her advantage.

“Why don’t you do yourself a favor and cut the shit. You didn’t come here to give your condolences. You can’t stand the Lanza’s, Jake’s death is probably a victory for an evil sadistic bitch like you.” Nick said through his gritted teeth. He could feel his blood pressure rising by the throbbing in his head.

Lucille swallowed, taking a minute to respond. “You have no idea what I feel towards that family. You assume you know.” She shook her head. “I wouldn’t wish death upon anyone, least of all Jake.” Her voice was strained and if one didn’t know Lucille, they would think she was sincere. Luckily for Nick, he saw right through his mother’s façade.

“I didn’t come here to upset you. I came to see my son.”

“You don’t have a son. You have a man you gave birth to. That’s it.”

“Don’t say that Nick, please.” She looked at him, gesturing to the empty seat. “May I sit?”

He shrugged, and she took that as her answer. She sat down and stared at him. Nick felt like he was suffocating. All he wanted was for her to leave, and now she fucking pulled up a chair. He sighed heavily and glanced up at her. “I’m pretty busy, so if you’d just get to the point.”

Lucille knew coming here, that her son wouldn’t welcome her, still she had wanted to see him. Maybe get a chance to explain things to him. “I don’t expect you to forgive, what I did. I’d like a chance to explain why I did, what I did.”

“I don’t care to know, why you were a vindictive bitch. I put that to bed, and chalked it up to you were just a shitty mother, not happy in your own life, so you ruined mine.”

She pondered his words, and waited a bit before nodding. “That was partly it. I was miserable with my life, but I didn’t want to ruin your life. I wanted you to have the best life, I could ever have imagined for you.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you should’ve thought about what I wanted instead of what you imagined.”

“Maybe you’re right. I should’ve paid more attention to what you wanted.” She paused. “Is this what you want, Nick? You want to own a repair shop?”

“Don’t you dare patronize me,” He said sharply, angrily.

“I’m not. I’m asking you because I want to hear you say it. I want you to tell me what you want from life, for once and for all.”

“Yes, this is what I want. I want to own this shop with Luke. I want to restore old cars, and sell them to the highest bidder. I want to take this business the furthest it can go, and all because I enjoy doing it. Is that good enough for you?” Nick replayed his words in his head. He stated them without any hesitation, which to him only validated that he was meant to stay in Riverdale. To hell with his father and Erica, they could go to hell in a hand basket for all he cared.

“Yes.” She said simply. “What else do you want?”

“I want you to stay out of my business. I don’t know what your problem is with the Lanza’s and I don’t care either. I want you to know and to respect, that they are a part of me.” He took a breath and stared
into his mother’s aging eyes.  He figured it was best to cut to the chase. His mother was no fool, part of the reason she had blackmailed him all those years ago was because of his budding relationship with Sam.

“I want you to stay away from Sam.” He waited a beat, expecting her to grimace or shake her head in disgust. Something to show just how much she loathed the idea, but she didn’t. He watched as she stayed perfectly still, listening to him. “When you shipped me out of here, you cut my heart out. All this business shit, you, all that didn’t mean shit to me back then. She meant something to me, and you knew that. That was the real reason you made me leave, wasn’t it?”