Reckless – Episode 57&58

RECKLESS

Reckless – Episode 57&58

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]

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Stacy’s mouth hung open for the next few seconds as if she forgot how to breathe or even exist.

Her eyes unravelled his.

The slash of his breaths got hotter on her face, and his fingers pressed colder on her waist skin.

With every passing seconds, his eyes turned darker and needier, like he’s gonna bludgeon her head with something or set her on fire if she doesn’t say or do what he wants.

She got scared—really fearful, and as her chest slammed faster, the fear multiplied, reaching her lips.

Her lips trembled, and she had to close them slowly, but even her tongue wouldn’t stay still inside her mouth, and her organs wouldn’t stay still inside her system.

The fear is raw, and she…. likes it.

But she wasn’t gonna just give him what he craves.

He’s egoistic? Well she’s proud too.

She broke.

“Superiority complex, arrogance, oppressive tendency. I get what I want even if others get hurt or die. Which other one did I fail to mention? Cos I know there are more than ten mental illnesses worrying you, and now you want me to say I miss you?” She pushed her body against his, and he allowed it.

He followed her palms.

He moved backwards, his hungry eyes staying down on her, boots sliding the surface of the marbled ground till his back hit the wall.

He let go of her waist, so now she stood in front of him willingly, her short figure so serious.

Her head barely reached his chest.

“I missed you, very f+kin much, Covey. I miss you I couldn’t even concentrate on anything!” She admitted with a jesting laugh. “Is that it? Exactly what you wanna hear? Now that you got it, can you rest?”

She stepped back.

“You’re the same nutjob who called me a prostitute so many times cos my dress sense is somehow unappealing the you. Yet, you kissed my lips anyhow in the hospital and then told me I’m nothing! You hurt yourself and nearly died just to prove me a point in the football game! Gawd, you’re incurably sick. I made a mistake, I shouldn’t have got curious about you in the first place.”

“You’re lying again,” his voice rumbled back to life.

He stepped closer, she stepped back. This move has become so constant between them so much she’s now used to it, and their eyes contact?

Too much.

“You didn’t stalk me only because you were curious about me. You stalked me because somehow, my mysteriousness scares you, and Dollface, you love fear. Fear turns you on, and that’s why you secretly read horror books and watch horror films alone in your room at night and touch yourself constantly!” He slammed brutally.

Each word seemed to sign a pact on Stacy’s body as she stopped stepping back, her eyes got dark.

Her face and the whole features on it twisted. Her chest pulled.

She gasped soundlessly.

No one knows this.

Not Anita. Not her dad.

Not even her friends!

The only place she wrote that dark secret on is her secret room in her OBSCURE app.

So….why is he…

She looked up again, meeting his intense, insane, unapologetic eyes on herself. He looks like a curse.

She pulled the door open fast and rushed out, her feet wet in her pink thigh-high boots.

The door shut after she left, and Cove opened the water dispenser, placing his hands under and washing them.

He was wearing gloves when he slammed the car door on that arsehole, but still…

He needs to wash.

He hates stains. He’s perfect.

He’s too perfect for blemishes.

He washed hard, and as he washed, he laughed, slowly.

His memories….

[Cove’s Memories, Years Ago]

It’s an arena now.

A wide but not-so-wide arena. As if built for a particular strict purpose.

This place is called “X Syndicate Life & Death Zone.”

It rose like a metallic kingdom carved out of cold genius.

Circular walls stretched high into the dim glow of a ceiling made from layered transparent alloy panels.

Through them, thousands of lines of blue data-light streamed like digital constellations. Every inch of the stadium breathed intelligence.

In the middle of the arena, twenty prisoners stood like ants, unsaid fear written on their faces cos today is definitely their last day living.

No one survives this place.

No one.

X Syndicate people named it Life and Death Zone, but it needs to be changed to Death Zone cos no human has survived the perils.

They’re gonna be thrown inside the pit one by one to fight wolves.

Who survives fighting with wolves?

The entire structure here is controlled by a central AI core—an invisible mind humming beneath the arena floor, calculating temperatures, heartbeats, audience reactions, and the probability of survival for every prisoner thrown into the pit.

Black sand and gravel coated the pit ground, and behind the thick reinforced gates, the wolves stood.

Starved creatures whose low growls vibrated through the stadium.

Everything here is engineered by the robotics genius family that owned the place… The X Family.

The spectators were wealthy members of the syndicate—men and women dressed in dark luxury, their faces glowing blue from the enormous LED holoscreens suspended in the air above the pit.

The screens displayed live biometric readings of the prisoners below.

Their heart rate.
Their oxygen levels.
Their estimated survival time.

The AI loves statistics.

Human-like robots walked between the spectators, gliding smoothly along invisible tracks on the floor. Their bodies are sleek silver cylinders with soft glowing eyes.

They all held trays of rich refreshments, serving the guests.

They communicated with guests effortlessly, processing orders and returning within seconds with whatever was requested.

Soon, the syndicate members placed their bets, then a wolf and a male prisoner were let into the pit.

The game began.

At the very center of the highest viewing tier, there are two figures who enjoyed the spectacle more than anyone else.

Cove and his father who’s the boss of the Syndicate.

Cove leaned forward on his seat, one arm draped lazily over the railing.

Beside him sat his father—Nathan, a silver-eyed man who’s madly handsome with tinted beards. Cove has exactly his face.

EXACTLY.

Only missing thing is the beard.

The glow of the arena reflected in his eyes as a prisoner was taken out of the pit in a marked coffin.

The male prisoner has been torn to pieces by the wolf, and his blood dripped from the coffin wood corners as the robots carried it to the incineration exit.

The next terrified prisoner was dragged into the pit.

It’s a female this time.

Nathan’s laughter was low and cold.

“Well,” he murmured heartlessly, “let’s see how long this one lasts.”

“Wonder why they always tremble and run when they get thrown in the pit,” Cove muttered, looking bored.

“It’s normal human instincts to be scared in face of danger, my genius.” The silver-eyed man smiled at him.

Cove took his father’s wine flute and began sipping from it

“Waiting for a day one of them will face the wolves and not run, that’d be more entertaining. A fear lover would be it.” He muttered.

“Is that your way of saying you have a type? You love a fear lover?” Nathan faced his son now.

Cove sat beside him, the loose pants of his suit so wide.

But he hasn’t said anything when the other syndicate members began screaming. Father and son looked forward to see the prisoner inside the pit is actually fighting the wolf.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Cove spranged up.

“Embrace it! Love the fear! Eat it bîtch! Let it kill you and smile!”

His eyes were twitching with excitement he hasn’t had before, and he was grinning from ear to ear as the prisoner battled for her life.

Even Nathan is grinning, liking this so much too.

The body of the prisoner is currently a map of bruises from the claws of the wolf, even her face.

But she didn’t last, cos at the last minute when the wolf went mad on her stomach, she dragged herself back, running away.

Cove’s laughter stopped.

A dangerous disappointed look settled deep in his eyes.

He picked his gun from a tray and shot out a round bullet.

As the round bullet flew towards the female, one of the walking robots threw a matchstick at it, and it caught fire. It’s sulphur-coated.

It hit the prisoner, and she burned bright in the middle of the pit.

She dropped.

Cove lowered his gun, smirking. “How dare you raise my hopes and then crash it.” He muttered.

The other syndicate members sat back, not daring to even breathe. They began placing their bets on the next prisoner to be thrown in.

Nathan chuckled, placing an hand on Cove’s shoulder. “Let’s hope you one meet a worthy lady who loves fear. Even if she’s in the mouth of a lion, we’ll drag her to you.”

Cove smiled, but the smile faltered when the disturbing sounds of female heels reached their ears.

Someone is coming.

Someone they both know.

[Present Time]

Cove has finished washing his hands, and he has wiped too.

Now he’s putting his leather gloves back on, staring at his perfect self deeply in the mirror.

He imagined Stacy’s insanely beautiful face right beside himself.

He wants her to smell like him.

He wants her to carry his scent.

He wants to be her blood.

He wants to be her flesh.

He wants to be inside her bones.

But why is she making that so hard? Does he have to hurt her first? That’s something he has been holding himself back from doing.

And no it’s not physically. That’ll be cliche. How about doing it emotionally?

He knows her more than she believes, but she doesn’t know.

He finished wearing the second glove, and Trinidad choose that time to barge inside.

“I heard what happened to Dorian, and I just knew you did it! You even wiped off the internet records? Tell me what exactly is your deal! What brutal obsession is yours?” She yelled at his face sternly.

“You’ll end up making me kill you,” Cove smirked.

“Do it! Kill me if you fuckin dare!” Trinidad glared. “You’re the pyro, right? Burn me to death!”

Cove entered mute mode, so she breathed out harshly and swept her hair back with her palm.

“I don’t know what you think you know about Stacy, but she’s actually fragile. Under her hard girl personality, she’s just a girl. Yeah, I hated her and her glitz when I was still rolling with Roxy and Elmira, but that’s the exact reason I hated her cos I felt she was a pretender… A puppy pretending to be a wolf.”

“You know she loves attention, and you’ve been giving her too much. Of course she’d grow too full. Why not starve her? Act like she doesn’t exist for one day at least.” She continued.

“Think I hadn’t thought about that?” Cove smirked again, irritated. “It’s impossible to stay away from her when I always wanna breathe the same air she breaths.”

“I know, freak! I know, but just one day. One full day. Trying isn’t very hard. I’ll be your anchor.” Trinidad offered flatly.

“Do you even know what that means? Being my anchor? You’ll run mad.” He pulled her jersey.

“I don’t care, but please…one day without you looking at her. I chose tommorow.” She said.

He let go of her and smiled.

Trevor entered, chuckling. He hung headphones around his neck—he hijacked it from Trinidad’s headphones collection in her house.

“The f+k are you doing here?” Cove questioned glaringly.

He quickly hid behind Trinidad.

“I brought him with me, duh.” Trinidad defended. “Meet us at the stadium!”

She left the washroom with Trevor, and a minute later, Cove followed.

—

[Medical Center]

Dorian’s eyes are closed, tightly. He’s in bed, unconscious.

His smallest finger is plastered and bandaged.

After the car door gave it the complete cut, he was rushed here by his guards, and the surgeons were still able to run stitches, but according to them, it might take years before that finger heals, and even if it heals, he won’t be able to move it. It’ll be a useless finger.

The shock made him lose consciousness, and since then, he has been on IV.

Worse part? The road cameras didn’t capture a thing. The cameras stopped working within the two minutes of the occurrence.

Well planned, It captured nothing about it.

And the guards couldn’t even catch up with the biker since he seemed to be an insane one.

He was helmeted, so no one saw what he looked like.

First time Dorian got an anonymous attack, and DIAMONDS are already roaring online again.

Kaylee isn’t here, but Angela is right beside him, watching.

She’s shivering and muttering things from his sleep, so she took his hand, folded it into hers and rested the both on her cheek gently.

“I’m here, don’t be scared. I’m right here, Rian.” She muttered.

Meanwhile, in Dorian’s subconscious, his memories are looping.

[Dorian’s Memories, Years Ago]

“When are you gonna go make the delivery you c+nt!” A blurred girl shouted at the top of her voice.

“Now you’re making me irritated. I said I’ll go! If people keep telling me to do something when I’m already planning to do it, I get irritated.” Dorian replied with a deep scowl.

He’s sitting on a old swing chair, all the chest buttons of his cotton shirt are undone, so his packs are out.

“I see those six packs are getting into your head!” The girl scoffed.

“If you’re jealous of the packs, then just go switch your gender to male and stop giving me headache!” He snapped, and the girl threw a shoe at him which he caught.

He threw it back, and the girl came after him, chasing him around that small backyard.

Then a older woman came out of the house, arms akimbo.

“You both must be so idle, chasing around? There are deliveries to be done outside!!” She yelled.

Dorian and the girl ran off before she could get a hold of them.

“I want those deliveries made in ten minutes! Ten!” The woman yelled.

[Present Time]

Dorian’s eyes opened slowly, and he immediately took in his environment.

For the first time, he had a sweet dream which he didn’t want to end. But what can be done? Sweet dreams have a way of cutting itself shorter than nightmares.

“Rian? You’re up!” Angela smiled, helping him sit up immediately.

Dorian looked at his bandaged finger, and a tear slid out of his eyes, falling on the bandage.

The bandage absorbed it thirstily.

“Rian,” Angela whispered.

He looked up tearily. “Angel, I feel like I’m forgetting myself. I feel like… like my real self is getting lost. I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore. I just wanna live simply, take care of my insects, love the girl I love and be loved back, but these days…he has been clawing through my head a lot. He has been trying to take control of me, and I’m scared.”

Angela sat in bed with him.

“Rian—”

“One day, he’ll come back and kill me, isn’t it? I won’t last, and it’s not even him alone. I’ve been hearing her voice in my nightmares too, she’s always screaming for help in my head and I’m just—”

Dorian sniffled, more tears rushing out of his eyes.

“Stacy is the only thing I really really desire,. I feel like she’s the redemption I need, but she’s not reciprocating yet. I promised to wait, but now I dunno. I love her a lot, and I need her to love me back. I’m…I’m….”

Angela swallowed, then reached for his face, but he turned away.

She dropped her hand.

“You won’t even let me console you?” She muttered hurtfully.

“I’m not him. Learn to differentiate between us, Angel.” He muttered.

That hurt her more.

She swallowed again, harder.

“You don’t have to be scared of HIM. If he returns, I and Kaylee are here. And about HER, I think you still need time to forget about HER completely. Just calm yourself, Rian.”

“And where’s Mama K?” He asked, wiping his tears by himself.

“She probably went for a ride again. Line busy when I called her twice.” She said.

He nodded, staring at his bandaged finger again.

“We didn’t catch the cul—”

“I know who did this,” Dorian cut her off, and she blinked.

He inched to come down from the bed, but she blocked him.

“Don’t tell me you’re attending Champions Night with your finger like that. You’re going nowhere.” She said seriously.

Dorian sighed.

—

[Young Mansion]

Silas was all smiles and grin when he returned from work.

The maids took his suitcase, and Owen stood from the dinning where she’s eating late dinner.

Her foot is still wounded, so she limped to him.

As she limped, Silas watched with satisfaction, smiling.

Nothing beats a limping woman.

Scott’s mother limped a number of times cos he made her walk on sharp ice blocks and broken chinas’ everytime.

Even Scott got punishments. While his mother walked on broken plates, he slept on it.

Scott would lay on his back at Silas’ orders, and it’s still the best sight of his life till now.

But his mother died, and Scott himself grew up and started defending himself…

So…he needed another lab rat.

And now Owen is a pretty good replacement.

He has never been happier.

He hugged Owen, and she could feel her cringing on her feet as he pressed her frame to the floor deliberately.

She’s so beautiful when she’s in pains.

He inserted earrings in her ears after she broke the hug, and she rushed to the dinning, picked a spoon and checked the earrings reflection.

Gold—pure gold.

“Oh my goodness! Silas!” She gushed, rushing back to hug him again.

“I knew you’d love it,” he grinned.

“I love it too much, but I love you more darl.” She smiled.

“Wanna see a more mouth-opening surprise?” Silas asked.

Owen broke the hug, gasping.

“There’s still more?”

“You’d be surprised,” Silas smiled, leading her upstairs.

Not to their bedroom, but to a smaller room she had no idea existed in this house since she entered.

It’s located in the hall that led to the pool, but the door isn’t noticeable.

The door is white, and the walls are white too, so it blended in so much.

“I never knew a room was here!” She gasped when Silas opened the door.

It’s an empty room.

Might be white door outside, but it’s old and dusty inside like it hasn’t been stepped in centuries.

Silas pulled a cable string, and the lights flashed on.

“Oh….” Owen looked around the now clear view, then she faced Silas.

“What’s the surprise?”

What she got was a sting on her cheek, and she fell to the ground.

He slapped her.

But it wasn’t the end, cos he pulled out his belt, and the leather curled around her body mercilessly as he began slamming her with it.

Owen cried, wailed, rolled on the floor, hit the wall, screamed.

He didn’t stop, till her skin broke in several places.

Till her blood stained the floor, till she broke a rib.

She was fighting to breath when he stopped beating her.

He stood above her, imposingly.

“You should have expected this the moment your son started cozying up with my son! For every mistake your son makes, you suffer!” He declared.

“I…I already…agreed to stay in this house and take your abuse so far you take care of me and fatten my bank account, so why? Why do I have to also suffer my son’s crimes?” Owen said lifelessly on the floor.

She can’t move. Moving her mouth right now is even too much.

“Cos he’s your son!” Silas laughed, removing his glasses. “This room was Scott’s mum’s punishment room. I locked her up whenever she refused to do her punishments. Now it’s yours. Stay here, no food no water. You’re not coming out till the boys return from their Las Vegas trip next week, and by then, you should have thought of a way to separate them. Otherwise,…you know what follows.”

He stepped out, his belt dragging the ground till he shut the door after himself.

Owen’s fists pounded the door frantically.

“Silas, Silas you can’t be serious. Silas! Silas open the door. Please, Silas!!!!”

—

[RIDE University, Mass Comm Major Lecture Hall]

The lights in the hall are all out, leaving straight darkness, and since everyone is in the stadium, this place is silent.

Well except for Kaylee’s moans.

She’s holding the class wall, and Remo drilled her from behind, spanking her like her arse is some kind of drum. She’s all red.

Her moans are choked, low, but needy. She’s crying, again.

She came here herself to receive session 2 since Remo will be going on the trip tomorrow. She couldn’t miss this, or she’d have to go meet him in Las Vegas for his dîck.

Yeah, she’d do that. She’s that in love with that cóck and what it does to her

“Ohh….”

“Ohh….”

“Ohh…ahhh!

“Ahh…mm!”

Her moans were stringently pouring, her nails scratching the wall, her forehead pressing it.

“Oh my gosh don’t slow! Don’t slow down! Yes that place!”

“That spot!”

“Harder! Sweet boy harder!”

Another deafening spank hit her arse, the sound bouncing off the walls.

“Yes! Just like that!” She whispered.

Remo’s thrusts turned salacious. He was wilding and wielding now.

Pushing and pulling and hitting, till they crashed at the same time.

His shot filled the condom as he pulled out, and Kaylee nearly collapsed. She held his arm.

“Still giving you appetizers, and you’re already weak?” He laughed. What’s gonna happen when I tie and gag you up?” He laughed.

“Don’t go to Las Vegas.” Kaylee offered. “I’ll pay you triple for every session we have.”

“Even the devil won’t make me give up on this trip, Mrs. Wesley. I have a mission to fulfill, so while I’m in Las Vegas for those two days, buy handcuffs and ropes. Buy whips and duct tapes too. We’ll need them when I’m back, ma’am.”

“Your torture is all I need.” Kaylee replied, shamelessly.

Remo took off the condom and dumped it in her purse.

He left the class without belting up, but he was hooking his belt as he walked the corridor, chuckling.

Minutes later, Kaylee came out too, looking reputable and respectable.

She was walking the corridor when she heard the ringing of her phone.

She pulled it out of her purse. It’s stained with Remo’s cûm, so she licked the cûm from the phone before swiping green.

It’s Angela.

“Dorian got attacked, pinky finger cut.” She reported straight.

“What!” Kaylee’s steps screeched.

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[Stadium]

This place is the circus of the night.

The school gave the football team their honour, decorating the stadium to fit tonight’s aesthetic. Football.

Even the lights have football shapes, and the chairs even. There are two DJs, taking turns to shatter the stadium from the two ends they were planted in.

One played football sounds, and the other played Dorian’s songs.

Every single student is present…even the bookworms came.

The dancefloor got full immediately the night started an hour ago, and it’s still getting fuller.

Max and Frank are with Elmira and Roxy.

While Elmira sat on Max’s laps and he fingered her beneath, Frank and Roxy are smoking pipes hotly.

They both wore face cap, backwards, and as they piped, they laughed.

“Where the fûck is Remo? I miss him on this table!” Roxy complained.

“He’s probably somewhere fuckin Dorian’s mama!” Frank laughed.

“Remind me of that slut again!” Max laughed, his hand thrusting between Elmira’s denim skirt.

She’s moaning, biting her lip, hiding her moans under the music.

“I knew y’all would miss the life of the party!” Remo appeared, grinning as he sat with them.

He instantly grabbed his own pipe and joined the smoke.

“Gist us!” Elmira moaned.

“Nothing for anyone tonight. I’m more focused on my targets.” Remo replied, looking around.

He saw Scott with Kane, both sitting at the bleachers right beside each other. Scott’s palm is on Kane’s lap.

“They’re not even trying to hide it anymore?” Roxy said.

“I can’t believe Scott is stooping as low as hooking up with a maniac who stabbed y’all.” Elmira said.

“On this trip, I’ll add to the scars on Scott’s body, I’d love to see what Kane is gonna do.” Remo said.

“Then, Trevor…. Cove’s brother. I’ve arranged people to get him too. Imagine Cove being in Las Vegas and not being able to do anything to save his adopted brother?” Remo continued, laughing.

“Yunno I get scared of you at some point, right?” Frank said.

“Guy is a strategist,” Roxy laughed.

Max wanted to add a point, but he saw Kehlani across himself.

She’s on the dancefloor, dancing wildly with Tania and Tasha.

She held a bottle of scotch high, laughing and jumping.

She looks the happiest despite the fact that her nudes were casted.

She doesn’t look depressed as she should.

What’s the secret?

Come to think of it, she got over him too fast. Did she even love him from the start?

—

Kehlani and the twins are the queens of the dancefloor tonight.

Kehlani is putting all her worries behind, dancing away her sorrows.

Tania is drinking to the fact that she messed up twice during the match, and now Trinidad is definitely getting the best female player.

She’s drowning herself in alcohol intentionally.

Tasha is just purely happy, so her drinking his limited.

Stacy isn’t with them.

She sat alone, looking depressed.

Since Cove said what he said to her, she has been weak.

How did he know?

Unless he’s really a wizard.

How did he know fear turns her on?

She fears sex, but even her own fear for it turns her on too.

Weird, yes.

But what to do?

She didn’t create herself, neither did she form her own urges, kinks and desires.

Cove is a computer genius, but she has never heard that he builds apps.

He’s only into coding and programming.

Even if he builds apps, OBSCURE?

It sounds improper for his personality.

An app where you lay out your worries, crash out conveniently, keep your secret and confess your sins?

Doesn’t match with Cove, but how the fûck did he know about her kink?

She’s running crazy as she sat there without motion.

The ice in her champagne has melted completely and she doesn’t even know.

She has even forgotten about the champagne.

She feels like she’s in a noisy pit, and she’s losing her mind.

Kehlani and Tasha came for her suddenly. They dragged her to the dancefloor forcefully.

First, she drained her glass.

“Anyone of you that uses OBSCURE?” She asked over the music.

“Whatcha talking about? Everyone uses OBSCURE.” Tania said.

Stacy gasped.

“Everyone?”

They all showered the app on their phones, and they truly all have.

Just that they separated it from other apps, reason she hadn’t noticed.

Now she feels a little better.

“Is it normal for someone else to know what you put in there?” Stacy asked immediately.

“Nah. The owner of the app is dead! That’s why everyone uses it comfortably cos it’s unhackable and safe!” Tasha said.

“The owner is dead?” Stacy blinked.

“Yup, he’s an Aussie who committed a crime, went to jail and died when a fire broke out in the penitentiary.” Kehlani explained.

“An Aussie?” Stacy blinked.

“It’s a slang for an Australian. Girl, what’s up with you?” Tania felt Stacy’s forehead immediately.

“I just feel out of it, somehow.” Stacy muttered.

“Then dance! Get in the moment!” Tasha pushed her to the middle.

Stacy took the cups of everyone of them, draining and shattering the glasses, deciding to really forget.

There’s no Cove in sight.

If he was, she’d have felt his prickling eyes.

There’s no Dorian in sight too.

She got in the moment like Tasha said, and the girls hyped her up, joining her rocks and rolls.

Trinidad and Trevor aren’t far from where Stacy sat before, and they’re watching everything in silence, both sipping slowly.

Cove didn’t even come to the stadium at all. From the restroom, he went back to the hotel.

He has loads of programing to do.

“She’s beautiful, I get why Wizard is obsessed,” Trevor said.

“Trevor, if there’s something worse than obsession, then that’s what he feels. It’s not about her beauty. There’s something drawing him to her that I can’t pinpoint, and I’m going crazy here. He acts so toxic I sometimes hate him.” Trinidad said.

“I hate him for doing that to Riri’s fingers too, but I can’t even get mad at him cos he won’t care about my anger.” Trevor replied.

Trinidad nodded.

“You understand.”

“I heard you used to be girly. Did you chose to become a tomboy overnight?” Trevor suddenly asked.

Trinidad slowed, looked at him, then returned to her drink.

No reply.

—

Scott’s palm is still on Kane’s lap, and they’re both inhaling each other. Left to Scott, he doesn’t even want this night to end.

He has no idea how Kane went from the guy he badly wants to kill to the guy who makes him feel at ease.

And the pleasure he brought him in the bathroom today? He’s still relishing on it he wants it again and again and again and…

Yeah, again.

He loves it, and he likes when Kane acts soft with him.

It’s rare for him to act soft, but he cherishes those rare moments.

“You promised to open up on your father during this trip.” Kane suddenly faced him.

“I know, don’t push it.” He said.

Kane smiled, pulling his cheek. “I like it when you’re bold.”

He’s aware that remo and the gang are watching, so he took a cup of juice from a server, and two straws.

He inserted the straws in the juice, placing it down on the table.

Scott understood immediately.

He leaned forward, taking his straw in his mouth.

Kane did the same with the second straw, and their eyes hooked as they drank from the straws.

At the second minute, they paused. Their lips left the straw, and their lips met in a gentle but deep kiss.

It didn’t last, cos they broke it and returned their lips to their straws.

Scott was smiling.

No one needs to tell him he’s going to enjoy this trip.

From their table, Remo couldn’t stop glaring. His eyes could cut stones.

Elmira dropped her glass suddenly. She stood, and before anyone could stop her, she walked to Kehlani.

“Mira!” Max stood.

“Sit back!” Roxy pulled him back. “Let her do her thing!”

Elmira folded her arms, and the girls stopped dancing, turning their faces in her direction.

“Look how miserable you guys are… birds of a feather. One got her nudes online, another one f+ked up during the football match, the father of the fat one is in jail. Aww, I have a feeling this trip is to mock y’all in the most pathetic way ever, and I can’t wait!”

Stacy and Tania moved at the same time, but Kehlani was faster.

She got in front of them, facing Elmira with her smile still intact.

“Don’t push me too hard, hoe. Just hope I don’t kill you and bury you in Las Vegas. It’s my city, remember? Watch your back.” Kehlani warned.

Elmira smirked.

—

[Saturday, Airport]

At 8am, the airport is milling with heavily dressed RIDE students.

It’s so cold this morning.

They choose their seat numbers on the campus web last night, so everyone knows their seats.

They’re using a Charter Jumbo Jet.

Anita and Alfred came to base Stacy goodbye, surprisingly.

As she came down from the car, Alfred pressed a kiss to her cheek.

“Your account is packed already. I filled it up with money enough to buy the whole Las Vegas.” He winked.

“I trust you,” she winked back.

“And your guards will be waiting at Vegas airport. You can’t go anywhere in Vegas without them, sweetheart, unless you plan to kill me before my time. I won’t survive it if you get hurt.” He continued.

“Promise,” Stacy smiled.

He hugged her, relieved.

She took her bag from Anita, giving the woman a hug too.

Elmira and Roxy walked past them, and when Elmira’s eyes met with hers, Anita stayed blank.

Elmira just looked away like she doesn’t know her.

If only she knew what’s waiting for her in Las Vegas.

Anita plans to reveal herself as Elmira’s mum in Vegas.

She broke the hug with Stacy, and before she could say a word, Dorian dropped down from his car with bandaged finger.

Kaylee came with him, adjusting his pullover polo and jacket.

The eyes of Dorian and Kaylee herself clashed with Anita’s.

Kaylee frowned, adjusting Dorian’s sleeve again even when it’s already so smooth.

Anita couldn’t stop looking.

Dorian’s eyes stayed on her too, but not for long before Dorian he looked away.

“Your guards are already waiting at Vegas. I’m already missing you!” Kaylee hugged Dorian.

“Enjoy yourself. I’m sure you’ll love the outfits I packed for you. They’re too s+xy.” Anita naughtily winked at Stacy.

“Aww,” Stacy smiled widely.

She hugged her again before Anita joined Alfred in the car.

Kaylee got back in her car too.

Stacy joined Dorian.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Your finger!” She took the hand, and he cringed.

“The f+k! What happened to it?” Stacy’s eyes popped up.

“Got attacked by a biker. Car door jam on the expressway.” He said gently.

“And you came?” Stacy gasped again.

“Cos I wanted to see you. I miss you.” He confessed straight.

Stacy’s heart skipped.

Their moment was interrupted when Kehlani and the twins joined them.

“Babes, time to get on the flight!” Kehlani announced.

All the students moved to their gate.

Remo and his team are just arriving arriving. Even Kane and Scott.

But the overall last person is Cove.

He came alone in his Uber, and while everyone wore thick clothing to fight the cold, he wore a simple milk colour shirt, a sharp contrast to his black slacks.

He wore slacks for the first time ever.

He stole attention without even trying.

Students walking towards the gate stopped to have a look.

He looks different.

He walked past Stacy and Dorian and the girls. No glance was given.

No fucks spared.

Stacy’s lashes batted.

“You came late!” Trinidad smiled, appearing from the gate.

She had been waiting so they’d enter the plane together since their seats are right beside each other.

But Cove has other plans.

His last three steps aligned with hers, and immediately their paths met, he leaned over…

And pressed a kiss to Trinidad’s mouth… publicly.

Bags fell from students.

Screams tore from throats.

Eyes expanded.

Stacy’s face went pale, her skin went cold.

TBC.