Broken Pieces

Untitled Episode 11

Locked myself in my office to go over the information I received from Mrs. Masino. Been reading over everything for the past two hours. Mom invited me to stay for dinner. I turned her down and planned it for another night. I’m still tired from our girl’s night out last night. I can say Mrs. Masino’s PI is very thorough. The fact he could dig into so much information on my birth mother is astonishing. Learned quite a few new things, like she died last year of an overdose. She left three children behind to be cared for. I sat there for an hour getting strength up to call mom. Dialing mom's number, she picks up. Mom, did you know my birth mother died and left behind three children?

No, I didn’t know that I couldn’t open the file to read it. Felt like it was for your eyes only. That was very kind of you, mom. I hope you have read it. So, you could help with answers about what to do. Sweet girl, you are the only one that can answer those questions. You have a kind, loving heart; you will do what is right. Your correct mom, I will wait till Monday and call the caseworker for more information on the three half-siblings I have. I hope she was a better mom to them, than she was to me. I’m going to make dinner now, mom, goodbye love you.

I pull out the pasta pot, fill it up with water and place it on the stove. Pull the chicken out to cut up to cook. While washing my hands, I hear someone knocking on my door. I wash my hands, so I can answer the door. Opening the door is something I didn't want either. But it would be rude to act like I’m not home. What can I do for you? "Glad you are home," said Mr. Night, as he walks past me into my house. Why did you just walk into my house without me inviting you in? Because we need to talk, and I’m not in the mood for you to say no. I slam the door, I can give two shits what mood you are in. I walked back to the kitchen to finish cooking dinner, completely ignoring the man standing in my living room.

So are you going to talk or just keep staring at me, Mr. Night. The sooner you talk, the faster you can leave. You know what scratch that, I will talk and you will leave. First off, I have the files, Mrs. Masino left with my mom. So, I know all the information you have. What I have no clue about is how you fit into all of this. You showed up at dinner and at my house when I first met you. Then you got my number and have no trouble messaging me. That means Mrs. Masino has the same information and hasn’t tried to connect with me. So, that means she sent you to do it. I turned around to drain the pasta, so I could add the cooked chicken and alfredo sauce. Turning around to the stove, I smacked into a hard wall. f**k me, now the pasta is on the floor now. Great there goes my dinner. Reiley, I can take you to dinner, since I am part of the reason your pasta is all over the floor, said Mr. Night.

Mr. Night I will take you up on that offer because I’m starving. Let me know what restaurant you want me to meet you at. No need for that. Go get dressed, and we will take my car, said Mr. Night. I go up stair to get dressed. I changed into a sweater dress with flats, put my hair a messy braid with light makeup on. When I get back downstairs, I go to my office for my purse and phone. Mr. Night I’m ready after you, so I can lock up. He steps down while locking up my house. He reaches for my hand to walk me his car. I took his hand, and we went to his car. He opens the passenger’s door for me to get in. I put my seatbelt on while walking around to drives side to get in. He looks at me," Do you still want Italian food or something else? Italian food will be great. Thank you, Mr. Night. Reiley, will you please call me Lorenzo. He starts up his car, and we are off to the restaurant.

Looking out the window, getting lost in my thoughts. What am I doing? Going to dinner with a man. He may be a stocker or killer, for all I know. I have lost my mind; I don’t know anything about him. Yet I’m sitting here, going to dinner with him. So, Lorenzo, are you a stocker and killer? He puts his hand on my leg. If I were any of those things, you would be dead already. I grab his hand to move it, and he tangled his finger with mine. He takes our tangled hands and lays them on his lap. Why are you holding my hand? I say looking at how my hands fit perfectly with his. He brings our hands to his mouth and kisses my hand. He looked at my shocked face. "It would be rude not to hold a beautiful woman’s hand," he said. O this man is smooth. I looked over at him, he was a very sexy man too. He gives me a side glance, you like what you see, he says with that same smirk. I remove my hand and look out the window.

We arrive at the restaurant; Lorenzo opens my door and leads me into the restaurant. The waitress took us to our table in the back of the restaurant. I slide into the booth; he sits next to me. The waitress hands us the menu and takes our drink order. So, Lorenzo, what do you want to talk about? Let’s get to the point, because as charming as you are. I’m not going to fall for it, you want something. What is it that you want? Why did Mrs. Masino sent you to talk to me. We should order, then we will get down to the reason I’m here. He orders our food with the waitress. I took a drink of my red wine. You are a very bold woman; you seem to know what you want. The reason is to get to know you more, nothing more than that. I call bullshit, this is the 3rd time we have met. You are a big flirt, trying to distract me. You said you wanted to talk. Well, it's your time to talk.

He takes a deep breath, looks me in the eyes. You are a straight shooter. We are here because after the DNA test is complete, when you are Mrs. Masino’s granddaughter. You then will become my wife and will take over all you father’s companies. It is your birth right. When he passed away, he made everyone promise to bring his child home to love and protect her. So, no more bullshit. So, the reason I’m sitting here charming you is so, when we get married you will feel more secure in knowing I’m not a complete stranger. I jumped and ran out of the restaurant, grabbed the first taxi I could. Telling the driver's direction to Ava apartment. I can’t go home. That would be his first place to look. I need to get away from here to process everything. Calling Oscar, book me a flight to Greensboro, Vermont. Pick me up at Ava’s apartment. I will be waiting outside for you.

Sitting on the curb at Ava apartment, waiting for Oscar. What is happening right now? Looking up, I saw my driver stop for me to leave. Miss Reiley, is everything OK? I have the flight booked and ready to go. So glad to see you Oscar, I say getting in the car. Thank you for getting everything taken care of. No one knew I bought this small cabin in Vermont a year ago. It is a place for me to decompress. I need to figure out a plan. We got to the airport. Oscar, I will call you when I get to the cabin. Don’t tell anyone you know where I’m at. I went into the airport to the flight desk for my ticket. I turned my phone off and went through security check to wait for my flight. Sitting here waiting for my boarding time, I’m lost in thoughts about how everything will change with a DNA test. The only thing I can hope for is a negative test. There is no way I can be the granddaughter to this stranger. Closing my eyes, counting to 10. I hear my flight number being called.