All The Pieces (Pieces of Lies 3) (8 page)

She pushed back into me again, and this time I pushed her forward, with more force; giving her exactly what she wanted. She yelped, and I charged into her with all the desire I had running through me. I grabbed onto her throat as I entered her, and she pushed her neck out further, giving me more to hold onto. She wanted to feel my rough hands as I thrust into her, hard and deep.

She swung her hands around behind me, holding onto my hips as every hard stroke went further inside her. Norah’s body pushed up against me; craving it, wanting it, feeling it. It didn’t matter how hard I fucked her, she wanted more. My mind was consumed by her ferocious appetite. I was so close to losing it, but I had to make her scream first. I had give her what she needed. She wanted to forget. She wanted to escape. She wanted to feel just the sensation of being fucked hard and coming all over me.

I gripped her hips and then slapped her ass as I pounded behind her over and over again. She yelled loudly, “OH FUCK! YES!”

We didn’t care if the whole art community could hear us right now. It was just us. Norah and me losing ourselves in our desires. Her whole body then began to shake and tremble as she suddenly climaxed, saying my name as she did. It was all I needed. I came so hard and with so much force, my head spun and my knees almost buckled from underneath me. I still had my eyes closed when I felt Norah pull away and come up to wrap her arms around me.

I felt...surreal. I felt so incredibly in love with this girl that my sins didn’t matter. It was our dark perfection. I finally had my soul mate in my arms, in my heart and in my future. Nothing was going to stop us being together. I would never let go of what we had.

Norah dragged her lips past my mouth, along my cheek, and up to my ear. “Josh, you really need to wake up now,” Norah whispered.

“What?” I asked her in confusion. What did she mean by waking up?

She then began stroking my cheek. “Wake up Josh.” She moved her hand down my cheek where she ran her thumb along my lip.

“Huh?” I breathed, not understanding why she was saying this.

“WAKE UP!” and then she slammed her hand against my face.

My eyelids burst open.

My eyes searched all around me. I awoke to the foul smell of my captor’s body odor, the crinkle of the leather car seats, and the vision of the outskirts of the English countryside zipping by.

“So you’re awake now?” My captor’s voice filled the space in the car. “Hmmm, whatever you were dreaming about must have been pretty darn good.”

I was dreaming, but it wasn’t just a dream. It was a memory of the night Norah and I decided to elope. I tried to distance myself from my captor, shifting along the leather seat, and turned so my knees were facing out to the door.

“Where are you taking me?” I rubbed my eyes with my hands that were bound together at the wrists.

“To see Hamilton Brooks. We are almost at his location.” His greasy face eyed me. “Do you know who Hamilton Brooks is?”

I shook my head, hoping this guy would believe me.

“Don’t play dumb. We know what you do, and we know about your IQ. Please don’t insult me Hollows.”

I kept staring out the window as I spoke. “Fine. Hamilton Brooks. Born August 6th, 1951. His parents are Wilfred and Margaret Brooks of Brooks Tobacco in London. He was raised in Northern Wales before transferring to McLaren University to study business, and then back to Notre Dame to complete a doctrine in philosophy. He was captain of the McClaren Knights’ swim team and an active member of their national debate team. He was also scouted and inducted as part of the E.L. at McLaren, or more specifically, the Elite Lappell, the highest order of Lappell membership. Before leaving McLaren and returning to Europe, he changed the Lappell’s bi-laws regarding international restrictions and political order. He is rumored to be the infamous unnamed chapter president of the Lappell which governs most of Europe, as well as some of the biggest investment companies, banks and health insurance companies in the world. He also is considered to be ruthless, sinister, and likes to entertain himself by frequenting underground boxing matches in the pit holes of London.” I paused, “Oh, and he hosts annual secret E.L parties that feature the sexual exploitation of women too.”

I didn’t need to turn around to look at my captor to know what the silence in the car meant. “Well, well, well...Shit! So it is true what they say about you. Damn. You don’t look it. But I guess that’s a weapon you can use.”

I sat silently. Not wanting to say anymore. No wanting to entertain him further. I already unloaded more than I should have, but who was I kidding? I was seeing the ‘Hamilton Brooks’. He knew
exactly
who I was. He was the Lappell myth. The monster in the shadows. The king of kings. The one we all knew existed and the only person real Lappell members feared. Whatever he wanted from me and Norah, made me extremely nervous to think about. I had a pretty good idea of what he intended to do, but I was still figuring out the ‘why’.

“Oh...and by the way...Joe sent some reinforcements to help your precious Lenorah in finding you, so don’t worry; I am sure you will see her soon.”

Joe sent some of his guys. Oh thank fuck! They would know how to get things done. They would take care of Norah and hopefully be able to get us back to New York safely.

“Don’t you want to know who he sent?” my captor asked as if he was hoping I would enquire.

I shook my head. Why would I want to know who Joe sent? It’s not like I know his men by name or face. It wasn’t relevant information. “No. I’m sure I don’t know them.”

He smirked now. “Oh but you do.”

I did? Perhaps Norah had introduced me to them on a rare occasion we were at her Dad’s place and men filtered in and out, but I couldn’t remember any introductions off the top of my head. Perhaps their names would trigger who they were. “What are their names?” I asked curiously, now intrigued as to why he asked me in the first place. The guy started laughing like he had hoped I would ask. It was like he was enjoying every second leading up to this reveal.

“Their names...” He paused, soaking up the drama a little more. Fuck I wished my hands weren’t tied so I could choke the names out of his mouth. Finally he turned to me to gauge my reaction. “Their names are Clint Weston and Samuel Voltaggio. Do you know them?”

Air, gone from my lungs. Time stilled as my heart sank.

Clint and Samuel were here? But why? Why?

Did they know about what I did?

What were their plans? And did Joe send them?

I think my face mentally hit a brick wall. I was stunned, shocked and absolutely blown away by this new information. Bile clawed its way into my throat and I fought hard to keep it down. There were no words for how terrified I felt, and it wasn’t for where I was going and who I was going to see. It was because now there was a very real chance I could lose Norah forever.

I slumped into my seat and closed my eyes, not wanting to talk anymore. I needed to be alone to deal with my scared thoughts and my breaking heart. At that moment I wished for a quick death, because that would be better than waiting for the inevitable loss that was going to come. My hope for our future and our love was sinking slowly, and I had no way to save it. Everything was coming full circle. And I deserved it. I had toyed with fate, and now fate was toying with me. It was taking back the control. And I was sure it was laughing. Oh yes, it was laughing. 

After about an hour in the air, I finally worked up the nerve to go and try to talk to Norah. Samuel had warned me not to, but I didn’t care, I was seizing the opportunity. This didn’t have to go down the way it was planned. I believed there was still hope for me, especially now that Norah and Josh didn’t get married. Norah now knew the truth about what Josh did, and as much as she seemed resolved to save him, I still thought I could use what he did against their relationship. I mean, how could she possibly want to stay with or even marry a guy who had manipulated everyone for his own selfish gain? Josh stood for everything Norah was against. Her heart couldn’t possibly forgive him for such a travesty. I was certain that the reality of what Josh had done hadn’t really hit her yet and that she was putting her needs aside, and putting Josh’s safety as her number one priority. She was just being Norah, naturally putting others before herself. I hadn’t forgotten that beautiful quality of hers that was just a tiny speck of what made her unique. I knew that if Norah really was processing what Josh did, then she would see the truth of their relationship, and that it was simply, all a big fat manipulated lie. Now that I was with here with her, I had to make her see sense. I had to make her see me.

I glanced to the back of the plane and saw Samuel lost in conversation with Tess. Those two seem to be hitting it off. Maybe she’ll keep him occupied for the entire duration of this flight. I took the moment to move closer to her. Norah was fast asleep on the leather couch, towards the back of the plane. She looked mentally and physically exhausted and had practically passed out just ten minutes after we took off. Her body seemed to give out the moment it realized there was nothing she could do at present, and it was using the time to recharge her batteries for what was ahead.

I moved slowly, trying not to be noticeable as I went over and took a seat near the couch right beside where her head was laying. I glanced back at Tess and Samuel who were still engrossed in some kind of conversation. I could see Tess’s hands fly around as they spoke. I guess it wasn’t all civil but they seemed absorbed by one another and that’s all I needed. I quickly turned my attention back to Sleeping Beauty. Norah’s body was stretched out, her legs slightly bent. Her long black hair was wrapped around her face, lying softly on her chest. A few strands were caught along her face as she slept. Without a second thought, I reached out and moved the strands away from her eyes, and as I did, I felt compelled to do it again. Before I even realized it, I was stroking her hair. She moaned a little in her sleep, which only made me want to do it more. The little moan made my whole body come to life. It made all the hairs on my body stand up to attention as well as another part of my body that had missed this girl every moment of every day of the last six months. I had tried, really tried, to move on. I had bought dozens of women back to the apartment in the hope of relieving my physical needs, but I couldn’t follow through with fucking them. I couldn’t be satisfied with meaningless sex anymore. It meant something to me now. I knew it could be more than just a physical connection. I had tasted sex which was covered in love. It was a physical, emotional, soul-expanding act that could be your wildest fantasies or deepest heart-filling dream. I hadn’t had a woman since Norah. I wasn’t sure if it was because I couldn’t get over what we had, or because I couldn’t find the same connection with anyone else. She was all I ever thought about and the only girl who could get my engine running. I really believed I would never love again the way I loved and still loved Norah. Then when Sam showed up to see me a month ago, with information about what Josh did, and then again with Norah’s Dad, I knew there was hope. I had agreed to help Sam, but I knew this was my last chance to change everything. It didn’t have to be Josh. It didn’t have to be this way. I had to at least try to grab hold of this tiny piece of possibility.

We were meant to be.

I closed my eyes as I continued to stroke her hair. She moaned again and suddenly I was imagining how that little moan used to becomes screams of ecstasy when I used to bury myself deep inside her. My mouth parted and my own breathing became quicker and everything that I used to remember suddenly felt real. It felt so right. I was remembering the way she used to wrap her arms around me in the morning when she wouldn’t let me leave for work. I remembered how she used to giggle when I kissed her behind the ears. I remembered how much I loved it when her nails clawed into my back and she lifted her whole chest up, exposing her neck to me, waiting for me to bite. The thoughts in my head, the touching of her hair, the growing stiffness in my pants. It was all building. Six months of feeling nothing for anyone and now, just touching her, combined with the sounds from her lips...it was a concoction that was turning me on so intensely, it was about to make me co...

“What the fuck are you doing?”

My eyes flew open. Samuel was standing dangerously close to me, watching me pet Norah in her sleep. My hand froze and I pulled it quickly away, trying to pretend I wasn’t just caught stroking my ex-girlfriend’s head and being just seconds away from coming in my pants.

I tried to sound relaxed but I knew I must have sounded out of breath, which made it look worse. “Nothing. I was doing nothing. I was checking to see if she was alright. That’s all.”

Samuel grabbed at my shoulder, making sure I had his attention and pulled me so that I moved swiftly away from Norah. “No you weren’t. You were petting her and getting off on it. That’s really, really fucked-up!”

I shook my head at Sam. “You are mistaken. You have it completely wrong.”

Samuel gave me the ‘don’t shit the shitter’ face and nudged me in the shoulder with his. “Me and Tess can see you from over there Clint. We were watching you. Don’t even try and cover this up.”