RECKLESS
Reckless – Episode 63&64
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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]
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An amused laughter nearly spilled out of Cove’s mouth, but it didn’t. It’s a humorless smile instead.
A smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Slowly, he popped the fingers out of his mouth, the taste of his p+xy exploding in his buds.
Yeah, HIS p+xy.
Her p+xy belongs to him.
He let the taste bloom before leaning on a tree, looking at the rogues.
Men who do dirty work for the X Family amily are called rogues.
They don’t even have names, they only answer numbers, and these two men are a big part them.
They’re Eleven and Ten.
Growing up, they were the closest to Cove. It’s safe to call them his men cos he tested and evaluated them.
In X Syndicate, letting people too close means buying yourself a coffin. Everyone is out for benefits—to make a name for themselves, so if you’re gonna chose a confidante, it’s advisable to be wicked.
But Cove didn’t even have to act wicked when he was chosing these two. He has been wicked since birth.
Since his mother jumped in a river after giving birth to him, and his father named him Thiago, he has been a ruthless bastard.
They fear him more than his father, and they fear him more than HER.
Everyone knew not to tease a hungry lion, but he has left Australia since five years ago, and human nature is bound to change.
The woods is silent as a graveyard except for the faint sound of music coming from the resort behind.
Sensing his silence, the men stood.
“Of course you don’t trust us anymore, I can see it in your eyes, but we’re always for you. We even pretended to be on her side just so we could get useful information and snatch the Syndicate from her in your name, but she found out about our plan and had us castrated.” Ten said, pain in his voice.
He lowered his p+nts, and Eleven did the same. Truly, their testicles are gone. They’ve really been castrated.
“Nasty. Typical her.” Cove muttered as they pulled up their p+nts.
“And it’s T. I hate the sound of His Excellency.” Cove went glary.
“That’s not right, you’re the owner of the Syndicate so far your father who’s the former boss is dead. That title belongs to you.” Eleven said.
“The father I killed with my own hands?” Cove replied, eyes turning colder than Antarctica.
The rogues went quiet, but not for long before Eleven spoke up.
“Everyone calls her Her Excellency now. She now owns the Syndicate and has been developing rare AI robotics. The human cryonics you developed, she has claimed it, even the biotechnology is in her hands.”
Then, Ten talked too…
“She built too many software companies and cyber security firms under it. Space exploration and satellite technology. This woman is now madly, deadly rich. The worse part? Your insane games and apps, she has claimed it all too. I think the only one she hasn’t been able to claim is the most popular one.”
Eleven took over again…
“And she has been doing all these low-key in silence, staying off the public and the internet. Soon, she’ll make a public appearance, and if that happens, you’ll be forgotten, your Excellency. You need to come back.”
“Not your Excellency again!” Cove growled, so angry he nearly snapped Eleven’s neck right there.
Eleven quickly returned to his knees, head going low.
“I’m so sorry, T. please pardon me.”
Cove shifted his eyes away from the kneeling man, smirking.
“Everyone believes I died in the penitentiary fire while in prison five years ago, and it’s gonna remain like that till I’ll be done here.”
“But she knows you’re alive, she definitely knows.” Ten said.
“Yeah, the bî+ch knows, she has been sending people to get me, and she’ll continue sending them, but like I said, the whole world knowledge will remain glued to the fact that Thiago X killed his father, went to prison and died in the prison fire. I’m not done here.” Cove responded, taking his fingers into his mouth again.
Shit, at this point his mouth has to go down on her sweet c+nt soon, or he might lose his sense of reasoning.
In fact, he’s already losing it.
“You’re…not done…here?* Ten asked with a blink.
“Is it… because of…the girl from earlier? Albert Montana’s daughter?” Eleven said slowly.
And his world tightened when Cove’s palm gripped his throat.
Eleven’s eyes popped.
His groan was brutal as his back met with a tree, hard and inhumane.
Ten stayed silent behind, knowing saying a word at this time will only make his own torture come.
“How much did you both fuckin see? When I was chasing her? Or when I caught her?” Cove demanded, fingers squeezing Eleven’s throat so ghastly he couldn’t even open his mouth to talk or make a sound.
“We saw nothing!” Ten quickly said behind. “We know how much you hate invasion so when we saw you chasing her, we hid in the shadows and even covered our ears. I swear, we heard or saw nothing till you ordered us to come out.”
With a push, Cove let go of Eleven, and the poor man fell on his knees, coughing out blood and vomiting the vodka he had earlier.
“Return to Australia, you both.” Cove ordered, and Eleven’s coughing stopped immediately.
Ten came closer to him.
“But she’s—”
“I said return!” Cove snapped, giving them his bitter death stare.
“Yes T!” They chorused, heads hanging in another bow.
Now, Cove is already walking away from the forest, but after few large steps, he stopped and looked back at the two rogues who look helpless.
“Actually, take care of something for me tommorow.” He said.
The rogues rushed close to him immediately.
“Anything you say,”
“The canvas painter—my former landlady.” Cove raised a brow. “She’s Roxy George, granddaughter of a venture capitalist. Capture her tommorow, shave her head totally and make it shine. Paint her head deep red and whip her till she faints, then dump her body in any available railway. The rest depends on her luck. Either she gets crushed by a speeding train, or get rescued by a saint. I’m interested in knowing what her luck will seriously be.”
Cove lacked expression as he read out the judgement, as if it’s not his first time doing that which is true.
The rogues smiled at each other, understanding the assignment.
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[Resort, Dorian’s Suite]Dorian is on the second pack of cigarettes. He’s well aware of that the excess smokes is gonna do to his voice, but he didn’t care.
It’s helping him take his mind off his thoughts, so he’s probably gonna smoke till he falls asleep.
That’s even if he’s ever gonna sleep tonight with the scene he witnessed at the tub room.
They were covered by a transparent curtain, so he didn’t witness directly, but he saw their shadows crawling on the curtains, and his stupid head memorized every moment especially when the large body—Cove, was licking the smaller body—Stacy.
That scene has been embedded in his head, and the more he ruminates, the more he smoked.
He’s going crazy, and he knows that too, but right now losing his voice and going crazy at the same time doesn’t sound so bad.
He took another drag from the cigar, his elbows resting on his knees as he sat on the floor beside his bed.
Suddenly, he doesn’t wanna be the loved singer anymore.
He doesn’t wanna be Dorian.
He doesn’t wanna be the most streamed metal singer.
He doesn’t wanna sing or be loved by DIAMONDS anymore.
He wants to be himself, but it’s a wish he’s aware will never come true.
He slipped into his memories again.
[Dorian’s Memories, Years Ago]“Your pizza and is here!” Dorian hollered as he stopped his bike in front of a storey building that looks like a home of thousands.
He checked the address with him and slid up the eye shield of his helmet.
It’s really this place.
He took the pizza package and was about to start climbing up to the unit when smelly water from nowhere wet him from head to toe.
The water smells like onions, obviously from the kitchen.
Dorian stood there, stilling, drenched and dripping for a minute, not knowing what to do.
Even the pizza pack is now wet.
“I ordered pizza since thirty minutes ago! The drive here from your shop is fifteen minutes why are you just coming!” A hostile voice yelled.
His head went up.
The woman who ordered the package is surprisingly the one who poured the water, and she still looks so mad.
“I had a problem with my bike on the way, which is why I planned to return half of your pay to you to say sorry for the delay.” Dorian replied, still so calm and composed.
“Oh…” The woman scratched her neck awkwardly, coming closer to take the package from him. “Well sorry about the water, you can keep the money you were going to return. Just use it for your dry-cleaning.”
She rushed back inside immediately, leaving the pizza boy like that.
Dorian looked at himself, sighing as he got an hanky from his bike safe to wipe his face clean.
“I could have wounded her. People are so rude.” He muttered, looking at the house again.
“I hope that pizza chokes you.” He muttered before keying the bike to life, driving off the road.
[Present Time]Dorian is by the private cellar now. He picked a bottle of alcohol and walked back the the bed, falling heavily on the mattress without even opening the alcohol.
It would have been cool to remain a pizza delivery boy, right?
At least, he’d only get onion water on his body, and he wouldn’t have stepped RIDE at all.
Cos if he hadn’t stepped RIDE, he wouldn’t have met Stacy and wouldn’t have wouldn’t have grown these unquenchable feelings for her.
Unquenchable cos there’s no way he’s letting go of these feelings.
It’s his first time, and he fell too hard to take his mind off it—off her.
And what’s crazier is the fact that he knows Cove is only obsessed.
Cove ain’t the type to love.
Cove is heartless.
He looked at his bandaged stitched finger, smirking.
Tommorow it is.
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[Mirage Market]When Stacy returned to her suite half an hour ago, she didn’t meet any of the girls, so she had to text them and wander around the fun spots till she met them here.
Kehlani and the twins came to the bazaar after Kehlani hooked up with the swimmer guy, and they’ve been flying gists around, strolling.
They’re all holding cones of ice cream, but Stacy has honey eclipse chocolate on top of her own cone, munching both.
She and Kehlani look the brightest.
No—she even looks brighter than Kehlani cos Cove’s ghost face mask is still stuck in her head, and it still feels like his fingers are in her p+xy as she walked the mirage.
She kept smiling.
“Seriously I thought he was going to reject me especially when he broke that kiss, but then he just reconnected our lips and deepened the shit! He was so awesome!” Kehlani gushed, using her tongue to lick the ice cream on her thumb.
“Awesome during the s+x too?” Tania asked curiously, walking backwards in front of the girls.
“It was a five minutes quickie in a corner, but he was awesome for this five minutes. His cóvk has more veins than Max’s, and he’s a moaner. Girls, he m0ans…he’s so cute!” Kehlani laughed, eating her waffle cone.
“So… you’re gonna date him? Replace Max with him?” Tasha asked.
“Nooo! It’s a quickie and nothing more! I didn’t even ask his name or number. After what Max did, I don’t think I’ll ever be in another relationship till we’ll graduate next year!” Kehlani said quickly.
“What are you even saying? He’s not like Max! That guy is gentle and he’s Brazilian like I heard! His name is Reid or sum…” Tania shrugged.
“You can’t say he’s not like Max just because he’s gentle. Duh, guys are devils, they hide well.” Kehlani said.
“Fine, cut the talk about Lani and her hookup boy. Is it just me or Stacy hasn’t been talking?” Tasha said.
Their heads moved in the same direction, and their eyes fell on Stacy who looks so lost beside them.
The ice cream in her cone is already melting with the chocolate, and it’s pouring on her fingers, flowing down the space between the fingers.
But she doesn’t even know. She’s staring ahead, smiling like she just bought a country.
“Heyy!” Kehlani nudged her.
“Huh!” Stacy gasped, waking from her sweet thoughts.
“Are you in love or something? What the hell!” Tania gasped.
“Didn’t I tell y’all her mind had been lost since Cove kissed Trinidad at the airport?” Kehlani scoffed. “Am I the only observant one? Yeah I ship her hard with Dorian, but this babe is far too gone with that Cove boy.”
“When did it even start?” Tasha blinked. “I expected you to reject the tub game earlier, but you jumped on it and came out with five hickeys and two lip bites from those feral fangs of his! This is serious!”
“And you even went to the woods? For what? Wait…did you guys f+ck already?” Tania gasped.
“No! No we didn’t!” Stacy snapped.
“It’s a lie!” Kehlani said.
“No I swear! I swear it was just cuddle and whatnot, but we didn’t! Yeah, i wanted it to happen at some point, but it really didn’t happen!”
“You wanted it to happen….” Kehlani said with a grin.
“At some point?” The twins chorused, grinning too.
“Tell me, how wet did you get? That v+rgin p+xy of yours is finally ready for some lengthy penetration? Holy motherf+kin’ tightness!” Tania winked.
“Stop, you guys…” Stacy laughed.
“When it finally happens, please no condom! Raw is the real deal! Record your moans and come here to play it for us!” Tasha said.
“Guyssss…” Stacy laughed again, but her smile slightly wiped off when she saw him.
He’s in the market too, but with Trinidad. They’re both in a jewelry store, and while Trinidad checked a jewelry out, Cove stood behind, working on his phone.
Why are they together again?
“Did I tell y’all I talked with Trinidad? She’s cooool!” Kehlani said.
“Trinidad chat will not be tolerated!” Tania snapped.
“Whatever! Ok my dad will be coming for a visit tomorrow! And we’ll be following him to our family mansion to meet everyone! Y’all better prepare to meet Senator Josh Beckett!” Kehlani gushed, jumping.
“Of course!!” The twins laughed as they ran into a street food stall.
“Stacy don’t lag!” Kehlani hollered.
“Street food will hurt my stomach, I’m not interested.” Stacy replied.
“You and your pickiness about food. Meet us inside!” Kehlani shouted and entered the shop too.
Stacy stayed there, her eyes went back to the jewelry store.
Trinidad is still there, checking out a silver necklace.
Cove is now seated, and though he’s not even looking at Trinidad, she wants to be the one beside him.
She wants to stay close.
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[Sunday, Los Angeles]When Matteo arrived from Malibu, first place he went was the garage to deliver the goods he brought.
From there, he went to the hotel, and that was where he got the car report.
The hotel securities notified him that they found the Porsche Trevor went out with yesterday on the highway.
They found the car and Trevor’s phone and his headphones.
The report made Matteo lose his bearings, thinking something bad happened to him.
Trevor called last night to inform him about the sleepover at a classmate’s place, so Matteo drove to the classmate’s house hurriedly.
He wasn’t breathing healthily till he arrived at the house, and the classmate plainly said Trevor didn’t come for sleepover last night.
“He’s the only one who was absent last night,” the classmate had said.
Matteo got back in his jalopy car, his body shaking as he took his phone.
Definitely, something is wrong.
No, everything is wrong.
He dialled Cove.
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[Unknown Location]Trevor stayed awake since he got hooked in the claws of his abductors last night. He passed out when the gun barrel was hit on his head, but not for long. He woke up when they got here, and no matter how much he screamed when they were tying him up, no one came to help.
He bled from the hit spot on his head last night, and now the sleeves and polo of his shirt is streaked with blood, and his head is thumping with strong headache.
With pale lips, he groaned, his skin pulling tightly against the chains he was tied with.
He felt his flesh thorning.
There are five men in the place with him. Looks like an industrial uncompleted building with the engine oil spillage around.
The five men aren’t masked. Bold of them to actually do this with their faces revealed.
They’re obviously killers. They look like they haven’t had their baths in days, and the smell coming from them could kill a near-death patient.
This is torture.
They’re playing chess on a high desk, and they’re all standing on their feet around the desk, laughing crookedly.
“Y’all think…” Trevor managed to say a few words. “Y’all think you’ll actually go scot-free?”
“What’s gonna happen?” The one with rough braids among them said, dropping his chess piece.
“Hope my brother doesn’t get his hands on y’all. Just hope he never finds your smelly shitty faces!!” Trevor yelled despite his ringing head
The braids man picked the chess board and marched to Trevor, his feet pounding the soiled ground with crunchy Goliath effects.
He slammed the chess on Trevor’s face, and the board broke. Trevor’s jaw tore with a straight line.
Blood splashed his face, his neck, his chest. He couldn’t even groan before his chin rested on his chest.
He passed out, bleeding.
“Good,” the braids man nodded. “Stay dead and silent till Remo will tell us what to do with you.”
He dropped the broken board, and his phone rang on the desk.
One of the other men threw the phone at him.
It’s Remo calling.
“Hey, boss man.” The braided man grumbled, squatting.
“Don’t gouge out his eyes yet. Make a video of him and send it to his brother first. Don’t send it with your phones, he’ll track it even if you hide in hell. I repeat, don’t send it with your phones.” Remo said.
“I get it,” the braid man nodded, peering at unconscious Trevor.
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[Dorian’s Mind Garden Villa]Kaylee is busy working on too many bank files at home, so Angela came here since last night, alone.
This place is Dorian’s place of peace, and the fact that she’s the only one who has ever entered apart from his gave her a weird kind of org+sm.
She has been here since last night, playing girlfriend, and she’s still continuing this morning.
Now a life-sized teddy bear is sitting on the lounge sofa, and Angela emerged from the small kitchen of the villa with a cup of sweet coffee.
She wore nothing.
Nothing at all.
“I’m so sorry, Rian. I couldn’t find the sugar box in time, and I wanted to add enough sugar in your coffee, so I brought it late.” She pouted as she strolled fast to him, catwalking.
She settled beside the teddy and lifted the coffee mug to the teddy lips.
“C’mon, open your mouth. Are you too tired to open up cos of last night?” She chuckled. “I know I made you go many rounds, but guess what? We’re still going more rounds today, can’t you see I’m already naked? You better drink up. I already added Viagra pill so don’t worry, you’ll have enough energy to fûck me after drinking.”
She poured the coffee into the teddy’s mouth, and the liquid flowed down the cotton body of the teddy.
“Good boy! You drank it all!” She laughed, kissing the teddy hard.
Some of the teddy cotton hung between her teeth in the process.
“Now…” She carried the lifeless teddy and stood, grinning. “Shall we go for the rounds? I’ll ride you so hard you won’t wanna stop!”
Her laughter echoed insanely as she carried the teddy with herself, caressing the wool.
She slammed the bedroom door after she entered, and soon, her m+ans leaked out of the room.
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[Monroeville Hospital, Bodywork Ward D]The ward was quiet in a sacred way hospitals have at night—machines humming gently and curtains drawn halfway deliberately.
A faint antiseptic scent lingered in the air, and the overhead light had been dimmed to a warm glow that softened the sharp edges of the room.
Zendaya’s bed sat slightly elevated, white sheets tucked neatly around her with a clear IV line taped to the back of her hand and a monitor beside her blinking in steady, reassuring rhythms.
She lay still, propped up by pillows, her body wrapped in a firm compression garment beneath the hospital gown, shaping her midsection. Her face looks slightly pale but calm, and there’s a quiet strength in the way her fingers occasionally flexed against the sheets.
She looks different. Totally new, like all her fat flew somewhere.
The surgery was successful. It has been successful since Friday night, and she has been here, resting since then, gathering her strength.
Tomorrow is Monday, and she doesn’t even care if she still needs to rest, she’ll be appearing in school.
The whole world needs to see her and feed their eyes with the new her.
Cove needs to tell her she’s in love with her. He needs to tell her he has been waiting for her to be as shaped as this. He needs to tell her he’s in love with her new body.
She smiled at the thought of Cove kissing her, and her doctor entered with her phone.
She had asked for it.
“Just ten minutes online like I said. You need rest.” He said as he handed it to her gently.
“Yup,” she smiled.
The doctor left the ward, and Zendaya popped online impatiently.
She needs to know everything ongoing in the Las Vegas trip.
But the news she saw about the tub caress game made her mind shred.
Cove and Stacy inside the tub? Pictures of their shadows in the curtains flooded the official group, and Zendaya’s heart rate suffered immediately. She sat up.
Oh….no.
She clicked on one of the pictures, zooming in. Seems like they’re kissing in the tub in that picture.
Shadows, but she knows what two figures look like when they kiss.
This is definitely a kiss! And Cove’s hands on Stacy’s body???
She peeled the IV needle at the back of her hand away with the plaster, and she came down from the bed.
As she read the comments under the pictures, she caught the flu.
• He kissed Trinidad, and now being all sèxy with Stacy?
• That’s insane! I regret not going on this trip!
• Is that really Cove?
• Clutching my pearls tight!
•No, for real. I stopped expecting normal from him since he bloodied himself during the football game.
• Oh he’s so damn hot! He should wear black singlet always. And I’m in love with his coded baggy jeans! It was made for him!
• Geez! Can someone just magically tear the curtain? I need to see more than their shadows! I need to see them in the tub for real!
The phone fell from Zendaya to the floor, and she fell to the floor too, gasping on and on.
“He kissed Trinidad?” She muttered. “He kissed Trinidad too!!!!!”
She pushed her drip stand away with her leg, and she picked the stand, smashing the ward window with it.
“He kissed her? Why!!!!!! No, it’s a twisted tale! It was Trinidad who kissed him! It was Trinidad! And it was Stacy who kissed him too, he didn’t do it! He loves me!!!”
She smashed the second ward window, panting.
She picked her phone back up, clicking on the video of Stacy and Cove’s expressway dance.
She’s gonna deal with Stacy first before Trinidad.
It’s time to let DIAMONDS and the whole world know that Stacy is the one who caused the fight between Dorian and Cove.
She’s a two-timing bîtch who’s cheaply chasing after the two guys.
She’s a worthless thing who dresses like a slût to seduce guys.
She’s a wh+re!
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[Las Vegas, Elysium Cascade – Scott and Kane’s Suite]For the first time ever, Scott woke up before Kane.
When Kane woke up to en empty space beside him, he groaned, shifting his figure around the bed.
But on the stool beside the bed, there’s a cup of bitter coffee—Kane’s preference, and a note.
The duvet slipped away from Kane’s sleek body as he stretched his hand to pick up the note.
~ Thank you for consoling me last night, crazy thing. Thank you for sleeping with me on the same bed, and thank you for wrapping me in your arms. Last time I felt that was as a kid with my late mum. Thank you, once again. I made you coffee, and you MUST drunk it. I’m going to the resort gym, will be back in an hour.
Kane smiled handsomely after heading, and he read again.
“Cute,” he muttered, taking the coffee mug to his lips.
He drank it all at a go and threw on his shirt immediately with the plan to go meet him at the gym.
But he barely went five steps away from the suite when he saw Scott’s phone on the ground.
He picked it up, eyes snapping up. It’s really Scott’s phone.
He rushed over to the gym that has many students working out, but there’s no face like Scott’s in there.
“Scott!” He called, running around, rounding the equipments and sectional areas.
“Scott!”
The students didn’t even give him attention. They went about their gymnastics silently.
Kane stopped in the middle of the gym, Scott’s phone hanging from his left hand, terror in his eyes.
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[Kehlani’s Suite]Since everyone is gyming this morning, Kehlani and the girls have planned to meet at the gym too.
She dressed up in her green fit and was drinking from her Stanley cup as she jogged towards the gym building.
“Kehlani!” A familiar voice called behind her, and she twisted to catch who it might be.
But surprisingly, there’s no one behind her.
“Why did that sound like the swimmer’s voice?” She muttered, moving back a little.
“Reid?” She muttered.
“Did I hear wrong?” She sighed and eventually left.
From the suite beside hers, Remo and his guys appeared.
They have Reid with them. The poor swimmer was hit and captured immediately he called Kehlani’s name, and he’s inside a big bag now.
Max zipped him inside, and he’s dragging the bag with the tyres.
“Go drop him with Scott at the rendezvous, then come back and let’s watch them go mad together.” Remo ordered, and Max followed the order.
He dragged Reid away in the bag.
“After he drops this stupid swimmer with Scott and locks them up, he’ll come back here and we’ll watch Kane and Cove go feral together? Then?” Frank asked confusedly.
“We watch them go feral together for an hour and enjoy their misery, then I’ll order the LA killers to gouge out his eyes. We’ll go back to the rendezvous and chop off Scott’s fingers too, then Max can do whatever he wants with that swimmer guy, end of story.” Remo shrugged, facing him.
“You devil, when did you even find out that Scott was gonna become Kane’s weakness?” Frank laughed.
“I have brains, Frank, and I have eyes.” Remo grinned.
Elmira broke into their middle suddenly, panting hard.
“Roxy is missing! She went to the sauna to get steamed last night and I thought she came back…yunno I spent the night with Max, but getting back to our Suite this morning, Roxy wasn’t there!” She reported.
“And how is that my issue?” Remo rolled eyes, walking off.
“The only transaction between I and Roxy is that I sell drugs to her occasionally, and if she’s gone, I have many more customers I won’t even notice. Good luck finding her.” Frank smiled and followed Remo.
Elmira stumped her foot frustratingly, dialling Roxy’s line again. It’s off, again.
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[A Skyscraper Rooftop]Roxy couldn’t believe her eyes.
How did she get here? She can’t write a word of it if she was given a pen and paper to narrate.
She was at the sauna last night getting steamed and smoking cig. She was already so high on drugs, and her body was going limp.
She had wanted to get out of the poolroom so the drug effects won’t make her drown, but she suddenly fell back into the pool, and that’s it.
That’s all she could remember.
Now she’s on top of a skyscraper, overseeing the whole of Las Vegas like heaven. Her head banged.
She’s not even tied to a chair like they do in the movies. She’s laying on her back on the ground, and she’s chained to the ground.
Wrists, and ankles.
The chains are so heavy she can’t even lift a finger.
And what’s worse? She feels naked.
Yeah she’s mostly half naked with her outfits, but that’s because she wanted to be, but now this nakedness isn’t by choice. She’s still in her bikini, and the pants is almost down from her waist so her arse is popping.
Another thing is that she could hear the low buzzing of something like a clipper. A clipper?
No!
Did she get caught by a pervert who somehow wants to barb off her pubic hair? There’s no hair on her p+xy so what the f+k is going on!
“Where am I?” She demanded, making sure her voice is strict.
The buzzing clipper continued.
No other movements.
“Where am I and who took me here!?!!!” She yelled, veins stretching on her neck. “Do you know who my grandfather is? Do you have any idea? How dare you enter the big Elysium Cascade to kidnap! How dare you lay your hands on—”
Two unfamiliar faces hovered above her, making her words cut.
They’re obviously foreigners, but she has travelled enough countries to know people who look like this.
They’re Aussies.
“Australians? What the hell is my deal with y’all!!!!” She yelled, smashing her head on the ground.
“I’m Ten,” Ten said.
“And I’m Eleven,” Eleven sighed.
“Damn you and your fuckin numbers! Damn you let me go!!” She yelled, smashing her head again on the concrete.
Eleven held her neck down, and Ten got to work on her head.
He started barbing her hair from the scratch, making it shine like Cove had specifically ordered.
Roxy could only pull her ankles and wrists against the chains, hurting herself with the moves.
She screamed, cried, but she never begged.
Till every last strand and tendril of her hair fell off her head.
She looks like a monk with the shaved head, and tears rushed out of her pained eyes as she stayed flat on the ground in surrender.
Then…the rogues switched roles.
Eleven took the paint and brush, and Ten held Roxy’s neck down.
The painting started.
Roxy’s tears resumed, and her nostrils cried too. Snot fell out of ’em.
They painted it bright red according to the order of their master.
And this is the part where Roxy thought it was over, but far from it.
The rogues pulled leather canes out of a black bag, and her eyes widened.
“No…no no no no!!!!!!!!”
She entered ultra screaming mode as the canes curled around her body, twisting with her skin and pulling at her flesh. There are nails on the body of the canes, so it was inhumane.
The rogues were trained to be inhumane too. She received the most inhumane treatment of her life.
Her voice seized at a point, and her blood wet the canes.
“Pl…ease……..” She begged with her last ounce of strength.
But they weren’t hearing her.
Their double lashes landed on her body, and her blood dripped.
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[Elysium Cascade, 10AM]After gym, it was freshening up time, and after bath time, it was breakfast.
Now breakfast is over, and the fun has resumed.
Students could be seen touring the zoo. It’s the major fun spot this morning.
By 12, there’ll be a modelling show, by 2, there’ll be a musical concert with Dorian as the major artist.
By 4, there’ll be cinema.
By 6, it’ll be clubbing time.
And 8 is the pool party that’ll be the last part of the trip.
Today is packed just like that.
Stacy and her friends aren’t planning to stay here till 4 though.
Kehlani’s father will soon be here to pick them up, give the twins a tour of the city and take them to the Beckett family home.
They’re currently at the zoo, feeding the monkeys with bananas.
“I swear I heard Reid call my name this morning when I came out of my suite, but I looked back and he wasn’t there. Was I imagining?” Kehlani said
“You’re starting to imagine him? So this is love!!” Tasha teased.
“Bitch, you’d better be kidding!” Kehlani laughed.
“She might be right!” Stacy added fuel to the fire.
“Not you too!” Kehlani pointed with a louder laughter.
“Should we start calling you Reid’s girl? ReLani!” Tania winked.
“I’ll seriously kill you all!” Kehlani chuckled.
“Zendaya went for a fat-removal shit, anyone heard that?” Stacy said.
“You’re well-versed in ruining people’s days!” Tania hissed.
“Let’s hope she gets up from the surgery table alive!” Tasha shrugged.
Suddenly, the students around them suddenly bolted out of that area, running as if a pandemic broke out.
Actually, someone released a white tiger from it’s cage.
And that someone is Remo.
He thought it’d be fun, and together with Max and Frank, he did it.
Now it’s total chaos in the zoo as the students ran for their lives.
Stacy and her girls parted ways, all going in different directions as they ran down the area.
Trained zoo securities filled the area immediately, trying to get the tiger down with their tranquilizer guns.
Stacy lost track of her friends, and she’s not even bothering to look for them. She’s sure they’re on their own race too, so she geared up.
She could hear the roar of the tiger behind, the thudding of the shoes of students running around her, and the weird language of the securities.
Her run came to a halt when her body slammed on a wall.
Correction—a human.
Her body recognized the warmness immediately. Her nose recognized the scent, and her chest calmed as her face tilted up, having a look.
Cove is right there, those cage-like eyes gazing down at her. Habitually, his arms are already around her waist. He’s addicted to that, too.
And since she’s wearing nothing under her black cropped top, his chilled palms made the needed contact with her strip of skin.
She paused her breaths.
Since she saw him with Trinidad at the jewelry store last night, she has been full of thoughts about it, wondering why they’re so close and why he seems so comfortable around Trinidad alone.
Agreed, maybe he’s comfortable around her too cos if he’s not, he wouldn’t do that to her in the tub last night. He wouldn’t do a ghost face chase with her in the woods too.
But those were just limited times.
At the tub, it was ten minutes, and in the woods, he suddenly told her to return to her suite so it was short-lived too.
Maybe she wants more time.
The fact that he actually kissed Trinidad is still so fresh, and those lips on his face isn’t something she’d like to share with someone else.
She didn’t see him or Trinidad at the dinning this morning when they had toasted bread for breakfast, and that gave her uneasiness.
But now he’s right in front of her like a genie from a lamp, looking as good as ever in his baggy jean jacket which she’d love to bury herself inside.
When Cove’s eyes looked ahead, the securities have already tranquilized the tiger, so the chaos is over.
He took her by the wrist, and she followed, matching her steps with his own till they arrived at the gym.
It was crowded in the morning, but now it’s empty.
No single life inside.
He gave her a push, and her butt landed on the stretcher leather.
He came over her, duckin down and coming straight for the pinkness of her mouth, but she placed a finger on his lips quickly.
His eyes rolled mysteriously in their sockets, his shoulders straining against the white under his jacket.
“Why were you at the jewelry store…..with Trinidad?” She asked.
Instead of answering, his hand went up between them. He roughly peeled her finger away from his lips, thudding it down on the leather.
She winced. It hurts a bit.
He covered her hand with his own palm and did the same to the other hand. She’s trapped, can’t move.
He was breathing heavily, loudly as he came for her lips, again.
“Tell me,” she whispered softly, eyes blinking. “I wish to know….”
“While she was checking out the jewelries, I was busy checking out your pictures on IG, on my phone….” He replied, breaths turning heavier, burning through her sensitive skin.
The devil doesn’t ask, he takes.
He crashed his lips on hers, capturing the smallness in his fullness, cupping her waist in his arms, using it to raise her up. Her legs went around him.
Her skirt rode up till her panty rubbed his singlet, and his hands held her soft laps tight.
Her arms curled around his neck, caressing his hair, rubbing his face.
Her core breathed on his stomach muscles. She moaned carelessly.
He was walking around the gym as they kissed, her moans hitting every equipment, his tongue swiping every component of her mouth.
Their heads moved sideways, lips softening and claiming, dominating.
She couldn’t match up, as usual. So he took everything from her.
Her breaths. Her sanity. Her senses.
He slid an hand under her cropped top, cupping a tit, tonguing her mouth, stealing her brains.
They kissed madly in every fuckin angle of the large gym, and now he’s back to the starting point where he placed her back on the leather.
Their lips separated, and he still looks as hot as a toxic serpent when he separated her legs and slid her panty out of her legs, then he hung her legs on his shoulder, and she quickly leaned back on the leather.
Fresh air brushed her cleanly untouched pvxxy.
“You thought about me last night when you were in bed, didn’t you?” He whispered, thumbing her clît.
She bit her lip, wanting to ride on that thumb, but he drew back.
“Answer when I talk to you, Dollface. You did?” He demanded, slapping her pvxxy, she moaned.
“Yeah,” she licked her lips. “I thought about you in that store with Trinidad, and I couldn’t—”
He rubbed his thumb on her p+xy again, entering her opening a little bit
“F+k!” She bit her upper lip. “I couldn’t… sleep.” She moaned low.
A devilish menacing smile touched Cove’s lips, his eyes darkening with lust, dirtiest desires, and something else that’s darker than sin.
“Exactly as it should be,” he muttered, ominousness sharpening the edges of his words. “No other man is allowed in your thoughts, or I’ll kill him and bury you alive with him.” He whispered, his words hitting her core directly. She mewled.
“I…I understand…” She nodded.
“Good,” he lowered his head. “I’m going to eat my p+xy, and you’re about to squ¡rt and scream for me. You’re going to c+m in my mouth till you faint on that leather” He declared, voice mad, sickly.
Stacy threw her head back, but the moment he lowered his head between her legs….
His name sounded outside before he could even lick her clî+ at all.
“Ice prince!”
The voice is definitely Trinidad’s.
Cove’s head went up, and disappointment coated Stacy’s eyes as he dragged her panty back up.
He covered her up before standing, but she quickly grabbed his arm.
“Ice prince!” Trinidad doubled her hollering.
He removed her hand from his skin…
“Stay here,” he told her before leaving the gym.
He met Trinidad outside. The tomboy is panting, breathless.
“Matteo said he has been calling you but you haven’t been picking.”
“Left my phone at the Suite to charge.” His expression was acidic as the words rolled off.
“Trevor is missing. They found his car and phone at the expressway!” Trinidad reported, still breathless.
Cove frowned, so darn hard his face nearly crumbled.
He pushed past Trinidad. Trinidad followed her to the suite to pick up his phone, and he really found a picture of Trevor bleeding, sent by the abductors, obviously.
They sent it with a service provider phone, so he won’t be able to trace them to their source.
He pocketed his phone and started storming out of the room.
“Call the airfield, I’m using your helicopter. No,… I’ll pay you for the helicopter and take it as mine completely. I need to be in LA in two hours.” He said.
Trinidad pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts for her pilot line.
They might have flown here with the other students in the charter jumbo jet, but her pilot brought her helicopter cos she won’t be flying back with the other students.
She planned to fly back alone.
She was already dialling the pilot as they stepped out of suite, but an unexpected hit slammed Cove’s fave from nowhere out of the blues.
Cove’s neck cracked to the side.
His eyes streaked.
His jaw bruised.
Dorian stood there, planted in front of him like a stubborn weed, a knowing smirk is on his face.
His eyes? The blue is dark now, just like it does whenever he’s in his second personality mode.
He chuckled, raising his bandaged finger up, sighing.
“Knowing your arrogant personality, you should have been expecting this. The fact that I can recognize your bastardized face in my normal state and in this mode is a testament to my hatred for you. You deserve to die for doing that to me on the express!!” He growled, coming for Cove again.
His second punch met Cove’s tummy, and the stitch opened, once again.
Blood spread on his stomach.
“Ice prince!” Trinidad’s eyes widened.
She rushed forward to get in-between, but Dorian only elbowed her in the chest, and she flew back, landing on the ground unconsciously.
By now, many fast students have gathered around, cameras are everywhere, flashes of cameras competed with the light of the day.
Cove looked at his bleeding chest, then at unconscious Trinidad. His eyes went up to Dorian.
Dorian didn’t let their eyes met before he punched him again in the face, again in the chin.
Cove staggered, using his head to calculate. He really really doesn’t wanna interrupt his own head.
The fact that the abductors were smart enough to not send Trevor’s bleeding video with a normal phone says a lot. It means they were sent by someone who knows him well and has a heavy grudge against him.
Who else if not Remo?
He finished the short calculation and got out of his head, but that was when Dorian’s punch landed on his right ear, crushing his sound processors completely.
The crushing of that right one affected the left one. His two ears lost service immediately.
The world went silent.
He heard nothing but an endless line of nothingness.
Air rushed into his ears, and the air touched his brain, howling.
His eyes are dangerously wide, and his muscles are cracking.
Another wave of air ran into his ears, howling inside his head.
His mind drowned. His head shattered, literally. He became a boundless animal.
He stepped into Dorian’s space, and Dorian’s arms dropped when his face received a tsunami.
Cove rushed him, punching his throat repeatedly—not the face.
That face is overrated.
He drove his fist into Dorian’s throat again and again—knuckles slamming, bones striking, every blow fueled by a merciless rage that refused to slow.
Even as blood seeped from his own stomach, Cove didn’t stop. Pain meant nothing. He tightened his grip and kept crushing Dorian’s neck, over and over, as if the world had narrowed to that single, brutal act.
Dorian’s head snapped back. Dark blood spilled from his nose, his mouth, even his ears.
His scream tore through the air—raw, jagged, like something dragged straight from the depths of hell.
Before Dorian could collapse, Cove seized his stitched finger.
With a cold, unfeeling yank, he tore the thread of the switch apart and pulled it with grudging brutality.
Dorian’s finger came off completely.
It dropped into Cove’s palm.
TBC.
