Reckless – Episode 65&66

RECKLESS

Reckless – Episode 65&66

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]

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A lot of fainthearted ones among the students hit the ground immediately, passing out at the horror, and a few of them peed themselves, their bladder bloating with fear.

Some lost their ability to speak, their mouths only opened without a sound.

And the rest of the population were the ones who screamed out madly as Dorian’s finger pumped out blood like a fountain.

The screams woke Trinidad, and her eyes widened immediately she saw what had happened.

More students appeared too. They got alerted by the screams in their suites and ran all the way here. Including the twins and Kehlani

Including Stacy.

She ran here all the way from the gym where she was told to stay.

But even with the finger pumping blood and his consciousness fading, Dorian still followed Cove whose face is still feral like an animal’s.

Dorian’s fine hand covered the ground, and his legs flew up, both slapping Cove in the face.

Cove staggered to the back, and Dorian stood to his feet, turning around and using his elbow on Cove just like he did Trinidad.

Cove nearly hit the ground, but he didn’t. Instead, he used his leg too, sending a kick with his heavy boot to Dorian’s nose.

The nose nearly broke as Dorian swayed back, blood spitting out of the nose to the ground.

Cove followed him, slamming more punches to his throat as if he was sent to destroy his vocal cords.

Dorian grunted, pain mixing with anguish.

Trinidad stood, terror in her eyes just like other students.

Remo and his gang look drained of blood when they witnessed the fight.

Max swallowed hot saliva.

Kehlani screamed and fainted when she saw the cut finger.

Stacy looks rooted in her place, but her fingers are shaking. Not with fear, but with shock.

She knows Cove is mentally impaired, but not to this point.

That’s a human finger on the ground. Not just any human like the one he burned.

That’s Dorian’s finger.

“Someone stop him!!!!!! Securities!!!!!!!!” Trinidad screamed with all of her strength.

The securities are there. They’ve been there from the start, but even they are scared of going close when they saw the finger.

“Stop him before he kills Dorian!!!!!!” Trinidad yelled again, panting.

And this is the part where Stacy made herself useful. If she perishes in the process of stopping the fight, then so be it.

She doesn’t care.

She tore into that middle where blood drops dotted the ground.

Cove was about to press another blow into Dorian’s throat when she arrived, but immediately he saw her face, the blow stopped, and she did the only thing she could think of.

If the voice processors are on the ground, that only means he’s getting too much air in his head, so she stood on her toes and closed her palms on his ears, stopping the flow of air.

Cove smells like blood too. There’s blood on his tummy and on his bruised face.

Dorian’s kicks and punches did those to him, but Cove did horror and terror on Dorian’s body.

Cos immediately she covered Cove’s ears like that, Dorian fainted.

“Get him to the hospital!!!” She yelled, still not looking away from the bloodthirsty beast in front of him.

She made sure their eyes are locked, and her palms on his ears didn’t lose their tightness. Also, her toes on the ground are hurting as she has been standing on them for some minutes now, but if it means it’ll get this guy to stop his madness, then it’s worth it.

As their eyes stayed locked without a key, they communicated again.

His eyes are telling her to let go of his ears, but she shook her head fast.

“Let go so you can kill him? No thanks.”

Other than madness and darkness, she saw ghosts clawing out of the ashes in those eyes. She saw obscurity and hell. She saw death.

He smells like death right now. Gawd, he really wanted to kill Dorian if she hadn’t stepped in.

Trinidad soon came to her aid.

She brought her headphones and wore it on Cove’s ears, so Stacy could leave him and balance back on her foot.

But that wasn’t the end, cos cops entered the resort, coming for Cove. The howling of their car rolled with the air, and students breathed out in relief as if he’s a dangerous animal on the loose who’s finally gonna get contained.

But immediately the cops dropped down from their cars, gunshots blasted the air.

Not from the cops, but from an unknown source which made the students go down low, covering their ears and protecting their lives.

Some careless ones ran Helter skelter around for the fear of getting shot, and before the cops could even try to get the situation under control, Cove had left the area.

It’s almost like he disappeared.

No traces. No idea where he went.

But he’s not the only one who disappeared. He took Trinidad and Stacy along with him.

As the cops tried the get everything be back in order, Remo signalled to his boys.

It’s time to go deal with their hostages, but as they were rushing to the park for their cars, Anita’s car drove into the resort.

She didn’t even wait to get to the part before getting out of the car.

She has been waiting for this moment for too long there’s no time to waste. On her hand, she’s holding a board, and on the board…

I’M ANITA WOLFE, A HOUSEKEEPER FOR STACY MONTANA. I AM ELMIRA WOLFE’S MOTHER. CEO FATHER IN SAUDI ARABIA? IT’S A FAT LIE. ENOUGH OF MY DAUGHTER’S IRRITATING DECEPTION.

The boys stopped, and their eyes nearly rolled out of their sockets, especially Max.

Soon, students surrounded the woman too. The second drama for today as if the first one wasn’t already enough.

Kehlani’s father already came to take unconscious Kehlani and the twins away from the resort, so they didn’t even get to see the scene with the other students.

The girls just packed their things including Stacy’s things from their suites, and they followed Senator Josh Beckett away.

Cos it really seems the resort ain’t safe with Cove’s craziness display.

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[Airfield]

Stacy was breathless when they arrived at the unconventionally wide airfield of the resort.

She has even been breathless since Ten and Eleven shot their guns at the resort when the cops arrived.

They were the ones who shot, and Cove took the opportunity to escape with Trinidad and Stacy immediately.

Not like it’ll be a problem to follow the cops. He has missed prison.

But he won’t be stuck in prison when Tristan is in danger, so he had to run.

The headphones is still in his ears—the only thing keeping his sanity and brain intact right now. He held Stacy’s wrist, rushing towards the copter with her.

Trinidad and the rogues followed behind them cos if they don’t leave this city fast, they’ll definitely be surrounded by the cops.

Stacy held her chest, her legs curling with each other she almost fell.

Cove caught her, steadying her firmly, holding her face.

“Why would you do that to his finger? I get that you’re now foes with him, but it still doesn’t mean you have to be that brutal! You don’t only burn people, but you also cut off people’s body parts with your bare hands? Who the f+k are you exactly and what family brought up a madman like you!!!” She yelled.

Cove couldn’t hear her, but he read her lips, and he got everything she said word for word.

“Get into the copter!” He snapped.

“No! Why did you even drag me away from the resort in the first place? So if didn’t stop you… If I didn’t place my palms on your ears,you were gonna kill him? He’s Dorian!” She yelled.

Again, he read her lips and got everything she said like the first time.

“Defend another man in front of me again, and I won’t mind being caught by the cops! I’ll strangle you!” He lunged for her neck.

“Go for it! Do it you irredeemable nutjob! What the fûck is wrong with your head and—”

Cove slammed his palm on her throat, targeting a fragile spot which pulled hard at her consciousness.

She lost it and fell in his arms.

He carried her, easily.

They got inside in two more minutes and settled in properly.

The pilot knew his job. He took off fast, the helicopter blades whirred loudly and sharply with the cold morning air.

Stacy’s head stayed on Cove’s laps, and he had to hold his stomach with a clothe to quell the bleeding.

“This will be the second time the stitch came off. I really dunno what to think about you anymore,” Trinidad said tiredly, bringing out pills of painkillers. “Is it that you don’t value your own life?”

He can’t read Trinidad’s lips as much as he read Stacy’s, but Trinidad’s eyes are on his stomach as she spoke, and he just knew she’s talking about the stitch coming loose again.

“I won’t die,” Cove replied, sweating. “If I wanted to die, I’d have died in the penitentiary fire that night five years ago.”

He coughed, and a little black blood followed it out.

Ten passed him an handkerchief which he wiped his bloody lips with.

Trinidad pointed the painkiller pills at him, but he slapped it away.

“Only stupid people take painkillers,” he groaned, wiping his lips again.

“Fine!” Trinidad threw the pill away. “Fine, don’t use it!”

Eleven cleared his throat, and Trinidad faced him…

“What?”

“Just that….” Eleven muttered. “I’ve never seen anyone talk this freely with T except his late father.”

“So…you both are his acquaintances from his country?” Trinidad scoffed.

Now Cove is staring at Stacy’s unconscious face, and he’s brushing her hair away from her face, caressing her soft cheeks.

“More than acquaintances,” Ten answered. “We’re his rogues.”

“Has he always been this mad?” Trinidad asked.

Ten and Eleven exchanged glances.

“He’s tamer now, trust me. When he was at home, I’m telling you no one can start a free conversation with him except his father. Start a conversation with him without his permission, and he’ll order us to kill you.” Eleven said.

“Reason why I’m surprised he talks to you. He’s the same person who can go days without talking to anyone. He’d just sit in front of a burning fire and watch it till it turns to ashes, but when he talked, his word was enough to kill people.” Ten said.

“I know about that, he has a sharp tongue,” Trinidad rolled eyes.

“And he has the highest record of killings in the Syndicate. He once killed a maid cos she spilled his coffee.” Eleven shrugged.

They’re talking freely like this cos they know Cove can’t hear them.

“Syndicate?” Trinidad frowned.

Ten cleared his throat and looked away from her, realizing he’s already talking too much.

Trinidad faced Eleven, and that one also looked away, not ready to share anymore information.

Trinidad hissed, staring out the window as clouds danced passed them.

Cove is still caressing Stacy’s face. His fingers never left her skin, but his mind is calculating again.

He’s not gonna touch Remo, yet.

He already touched Dorian, so touching Remo too will call too much attention to him.

And if he’s gonna stay here for as long as he wishes, he needs to act under his own control.

They contacted him with a service provider line.

Who says it’s not trackable?

During their ride to the LV airport, he ran the tracking.

He only payed the service providers a lotta money, and they provided him with pictures of the killers who came to make the call.

The idiots are from the street adjacent the garage.

They’ve been the garage rivals for years, so he understands their eagerness to take him out.

He had sent their pictures to Matteo, and he’s sure Matteo will be able to find out their location.

When he arrives at LA, he’s gonna do their killings, and if he meets even a bruise on Trevor’s body, he’s gonna kill them and feed them to dogs.

He looked at Stacy’s face again, and his mind clocked back to Dorian.

He should have killed that dick, but he’s not home.

He has to be home to let out his demons unrestrained.

But the thing is…

He doesn’t wanna go home, yet.

He caressed Stacy’s lashes, slowly.

—

[Hidden Rendezvous]

Scott and Reid sat facing each other, dry cough running out of their throats from time to time cos the place is dusty and crusty.

Scott can’t even name it, but the room will make anyone sick with the dust pouring from the wood eaten by the insects on top of the roof.

Looks like rurality.

Scott woke up some minutes ago, and he saw the swimmer guy in front of him, still unconscious.

He had to use his legs to nudge him cos his arms are tied behind his back, and now Reid is just waking.

He was coughing in his unconscious state, but waking up, his coughs increased.

Scott relaxed, just looking at him till he calmed down totally.

“Scott?” He groaned, trying to stay comfortable, but it’s impossible with the position he was tied in. The blue ropes are so tight he could just die right now. It’s killing.

“You know me,” Scott grunted.

“You’re the football team captain, and I’m the swimming team captain too.” Reid smiled despite the situation.

“When did swimmers start having captains?” Scott frowned.

“I’m too talented in the water, and the coaches couldn’t help but make me captain.” Reid grinned.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to grin like that,” Scott muttered, jerking himself maybe the ropes will somehow come off.

But it only got more tight.

“I was calling out to the girl I hooked up with last night, and then boom, I was knocked out, and here I am.” Reid explained.

“I was on my way to gym when I was knocked out too, dunno who I have beef with to the point of kidnapping my arse.” Scott struggled again.

“To think that you footballers will be entering the Hall of Fame tommorow, and now you’re here?” Reid sighed.

“I know, right?” Scott winced. “If I die here without entering the Hall of Fame, I’m going to hell.”

“You won’t die,” Reid assured.

“What are you? A shaman?” Scott scoffed, groaning again.

The iron door to the rabbit hole opened, and the two stopped talking as their captors entered.

Remo, leading Frank and Max.

No shadows or covers. Their faces stayed open immediately they stepped in, and Scott’s eyes couldn’t stop widening.

His jaws fell on the floor.

“Remo? Max? Frank?”

The shock and disappointment in his voice could kill. He was gasping soundlessly as he called the names.

Remo used his leg, kicking Scott’s head to the wall behind him.

Blood trickled down Scott’s forehead, and his skull rang.

“Remo what the fûck!!!! What are you fuckin doing!!! We’re friends!!!! Y’all are my gees!!!” He yelled madly.

“To hell with you in the brotherhood!” Frank snapped, kicking him too.

Scott’s dead slammed on the wall once again, and more blood soaked his forehead.

Scott gasped, and the blood rolled into his mouth.

“The moment you decided to start cozying up with the maniac who stabbed us, you betrayed the brotherhood!” Max said, kicking Scott too, harder than the first two.

Scott cried.

“We bullied him first!”

“Yeah because he pretended to be weak to fool us!” Frank snorted.

“You’re defending him now?” Remo laughed, the sound so jagged like cliff edges, so dark.

His eyes glinted with cruelty as he did a squat in front of Scott, grinning.

“You disgust me, so much. Now calm down and take the reward for your sins!” He spat saliva on Scott’s face.

Then, he spread his palm up and Frank placed a knife on it.

“Shall we start the ritual?” Remo laughed, forcefully tendering Scott’s fingers for himself.

He placed the knife on top, ready to start cutting.

Scott’s eyes widened. “You seriously can’t cut my fingers, Remo. No you can’t!”

“Yes I can!” Remo grinned.

“No you can’t!!! You can’t ruin my life!!! Football is my life you can’t take that from me I can’t be on the field without my fingers!!! Don’t cut them off!!!!” Scott yelled.

“Isn’t he so cute?” Remo looked up at Frank who’s chuckling. “I totally get why Kane wants his c+k!”

As for Max, he’s with Reid, squatting in front of him just like Remo did in front of Scott.

“You dared to kiss her?” Max smiled, so venomous. “I let her go doesn’t mean unwanted plants like you get to feast on her! You didn’t even only kiss, but five minutes quickie in a corner? Yeah I counted the minutes.”

“You’re so shameless I can feel the shame rubbing off on me as you speak!” Reid laughed. “If I knew you’d come here to bark, I’d have done more than quickie!”

“Fucker!” Max slammed his punch into Reid’s face.

Reid tasted his own flesh as his lips did a straight split in the middle.

At the other side, Scott is still crying, begging Remo to spare his fingers.

But the knife blade is already tightening around his flesh, and Frank is still having a good time laughing derisively behind them.

Max lifted his second punch to Reid’s face, and that was when hell broke loose.

The blue rope on Reid’s body fell off. Turns out he already untied the knot behind him, he was just waiting for the right time.

That time is now.

Standing up, he sent his kneecap into Max’s face, right on his left eye.

Blood gathered in that eye, and Max went down with a painful growl which startled Frank and Remo.

They rose to their feet, and Remo stabbed Scott’s shoulder with the knife he’s holding.

Scott couldn’t even cry out. His face went down, and as his blood gushed again.

He passed out.

Reid jumped forward, coming for Frank and Remo.

“Sneaky pvxxy!” Remo gnarled, the conjunction of his punch and Frank’s made Reid crumble to the ground.

But Reid stood as fast as he crumbled, and he went in a circle, rounding their legs off the ground.

Frank and Remo crumbled too, and Reid stood on top of them—one leg per person.

Next plan was so crush their hearts out of their chests, but they gripped him by the ankles and flipped him.

Reid dropped on the ground, his forehead met the gravel, and he growled in pains.

They came over him and lifted a stone to crush his soul, but the stone flew out of their hands before they could even get close to him.

Another person is in the building.

Their eyes went sidewards, and when they saw the person, their shocks was so evidently written.

Kane stood right in front of them, one leg up. He had kicked the stone away with that leg.

He lowered the leg, giving them a glimpse of his fiery, madly engaged face.

They stepped back.

Even Max who was still on the ground struggling with his eyes stood and shifted back with them.

“How the hell did he find us out!!” Frank yelled.

No words from Kane, just surgical movements which made him get to them in a whim.

They stood their grounds boldly, but boldness couldn’t save them from him as he dragged their heads to the wall, grinding them on the cement, crunching their scalps.

They cried, yelled.

Their heads slammed repeatedly on the wall, and their blood painted the surface, even drooling down.

Kane continued bouncing their heads, seeing them as nothing but soccer balls. His rage destroyed them, their faces peeled.

He used their blood as paint and their skin as the brush.

Not scratches. Peels.

They barked.

He didn’t stop, even when their blood soaked his hands.

They were like his dolls, and him the doll master. He roughened them, bloodied their existence.

At last when they all fell unconscious on the ground, he picked a stick lying somewhere on the ground and went down beside Remo.

He raised the stick to stab Remo’s eye, but Reid held his hand.

“No!”

“Let it go!” Kane howled.

“I said no! With the wounds you’ve given him, he’s gonna die if you stab his eye! He’s Minister Lane’s only son, and you don’t wanna do this now! Max is Socialite Wyse’ only son too, and Frank? He’s the eldest son of
Neurosurgeon Stallion. You can’t kill any of these spoilt heirs or you’ll ruin your mission. Remember, this isn’t Germany. Think!” Reid cautioned.

Kane’s arms softened, but his eyes never left the unconscious bastards on the ground.

Eventually, he stood and rushed to the back where Scott is unconscious at, and when he saw his bloodied head and hair and stabbed shoulder, a tear nearly fell from his eyes.

He removed the knife gently, but Scott squirmed unconsciously.

He held his tears back before lifting Scott to his back with the help of Reid.

As he piggybacked Scott out of the building, Reid followed fast.

Reid removed a tracker from his pocket and nodded.

“Thankfully, I had this with me, and I knowingly allowed myself to get taken with him. Otherwise, how would you locate him? You should thank me!” He said.

No answer from Kane.

Reid laughed slowly.

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[Los Angeles, The Streets B]

Matteo and the street guys got down from his jalopy car and three other cars behind him.

They chartered the cars.

The street guys are like twenty five, and they’re holding dangerous metal fighting tools as they poured out from the car.

From the car, straight to the old industrial building.

In this street, if anyone is gonna hold anyone hostage, then it’s in this place, so when Matteo received the text from Cove, his mind came here immediately.

He didn’t waste time before gathering the boys.

The smell of engine oil and gasoline lingered thickly in the air as Matteo led them up the building staircase.

They were stealthy, no noise except the aligned sounds of their feet as they ran, till they flipped the main door of the top building open.

There they are.

Trevor is still on the chair, and braids man is holding a red-hot knife in front of his eyes, ready to gouge.

Trevor is shaking, crying, screaming, but the killers are just laughing.

They’re not three anymore.

They’re like fifteen now.

The ones on their seats stood immediately Matteo led in the guys, and the standing ones converged.

“We’ve been found out,” braids man grunted, displeased.

Matteo’s bones hardened when he saw Trevor’s position and the massive blood on him.

“Matteo!!” Trevor shouted.

“Kill them all! Everybody!!!” Matteo ordered angrily.

The street guys charged with their weapons, and the killers retaliated.

Bodies began flying.

The fight was bloodier than red.

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[Las Vegas]

Elmira is currently in a car, tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground….a sign of fear and anxiety.

Also, her nails are in her mouth, and she’s subtly chewing.

She left the resort since Roxy went missing, and she contacted Roxy’s grandfather about it.

They sent help.

Now she’s following the searchers everywhere to look for her best friend.

As they searched, she can’t shake the feeling that this is Trinidad’s handiwork out of her mind.

Trinidad definitely did something bad to Roxy just to shut Roxy up and cover her dark secret, and it better not be true, cos she’s gonna kill Trinidad if anything happens to Roxy.

If Roxy dies, who’s gonna be her sponsor? How’s she gonna continue schooling without giving Max any suspicion that she’s poor.

She bit into her nails again, and the searchers with her alerted her that a body was found not far from the LV main railway.

She jerked, and her nails fell off her mouth.

A body?

If it’s Roxy’s, does that mean she’s dead?

They said body.

She was already shivering as they drove closer to the railway, but her phone kept buzzing.

It has been buzzing for a while now, and she decided to check it take her mind off Roxy.

But what she saw made her heart jump of her chest.

It’s not even Cove and Dorian’s shit.

This is about her mother Anita in the resort with the board revealing her as her daughter!

“Stop the car! Stop!!!” She yelled at the driver.

The driver hasn’t stopped the car fully when she jumped out of the car.

Her body rolled out to the road.

A coming car nearly cleared her, but she was lucky to get out of the way before she’d get hit.

She jumped into a taxi. She hates taxis cos they’re below her level, but this ain’t picky time.

Throughout the ride back to the resort, she was trembling, and before they arrived, she already developed sudden fever and cold.

Anita is still by the resort park, holding up that board, and the remaining students at the resort abandoned the fun they were having.

They surrounded her, making videos and taking pictures of her for mementos.

Anita didn’t move, she stayed there, glued like gum. It’s like the resort air isn’t even touching her cos she’s not blinking at all.

Elmira dashed out of the taxi, running to the middle and pushing the gossiper students out of her way till she arrived at the center.

“What the f+k do you think you’re doing!” She muttered through her teeth.

Anita didn’t move, still.

“I’m talking to you!” Elmira pulled her arm, but Anita stayed rocked.

It’s as though Elmira is speaking a foreign language.

Then ..the students chatters.

• Is anyone else seeing the resemblance?

• The hair colour and the almond eyes! Please this is true!

• Oh my gawd she has been deceiving the school about being a CEOs daughter from Saudi Arabia?

• I mean…she has fake arse, so it shouldn’t be shocking that even her life as a whole is a lie!

• Is it just me? Or this semester’s trip is the sweetest with these happenings? I’m in love!

• No,this semester as a whole is ice cream! I will never forget! I don’t want this semester to end!

“Come with me!” Elmira pulled Anita by her blouse.

But the woman broke free.

“What? Are you gonna deny me as your mother?” She finally talked.

“I dunno you old woman!!! I dunno you why are you trying to ruin my reputation!!” Elmira yelled, throwing a hit at Anita’s face.

She slapped her!

Anita’s board fell.

—

[Los Angeles, The Streets B]

Cove landed ten minutes ago.

He released unconscious Stacy for Trinidad to go drop her at home.

He sent Eleven and Ten to go with her for the drop.

He also picked new voice processors for himself.

Then he came here on his bike, speeding like his life is nothing more than a cigar smoke.

He did the straps of his leather gloves and cracked his fingers as he climbed the staircase, three at a time.

His movements was mechanically insane till he jumped to the top of the staircase.

He could already hear throwing, flipping, flinging, groans and cries.

And when he entered the main door, he met Matteo already tied to another chair too.

The killers beat the street guys so bad their bodies are useless on the ground, sprawled like wet elastic clothes.

Matteo is bleeding more than Trevor, and Trevor is already unconscious.

The hot knife is already on Trevor’s thigh.

Now they’re not even targeting his eye, they’re gonna slice out his scrotum. Smokes rose to the air as the knife touched Trevor’s pants, but that was the last act they could do cos Cove burtsed into the room…

Fast like wind.

A long clothe is tied on his stomach to douse the bleeding from the loose stitch, but the pain he was feeling from the tightness disappeared the moment he entered that room.

They came for him, and he played games with their lives.

He played games, and he won.

He didn’t do passing out or fainting-level beatings.

He killed them, flat and final.

His hands gripped their chess table, and that was his instrument.

He slammed it to the wall, and as it broke, he grabbed the two legs of the table, slamming heads and stabbing necks, tearing eyes and nailing legs with the attached nails on the wood body. He killed like a murderer.

Like he has been trained to shed blood.

The first chair leg entered the stomach of one, and the second leg stabbed the midsection of another one, bringing him to the ground.

Blood sprayed the wall.

When Cove removed the table legs from their bodies, he slammed the two into the back of the braids man, using them to break his backbone.

A breaking sound echoed in the building, rolling off the walls and causing the remaining two killers to step back in fear.

The blood of the ones on the ground stained Cove’s boots and pants.

Cove’s blood from his bleeding stomach stained his shirt already.

The remaining two saw that, taking it as their chance to attack.

Before they could even touch him, Trinidad entered with Ten and Eleven.

Trinidad handled one.

Ten and Eleven finished the other one, their heads to the nails on the ground, mouths to the engine oil spillages. Their bodies dropped.

Cove staggered with a groan, holding his bleeding stomach tightly.

“T!” Ten and Eleven rushed to him.

“Trevor!” Trinidad called, kneeling in front of him, shaking him by holding his face. “Trevor!”

“Hos….” Matteo muttered, looking lifeless. “Hos…pital…”

And just like that, cops rushed into the building, dozens of them.

It’s as if the whole department of LA police came here.

Guns intact, arrest warrant in hand, weapons stretched.

They surrounded the building, surrounded the room, and surrounded Cove himself.

“Covey Fabio, you’re under arrest for the attempted murder of Dorian Wesley.” They said their usual boring line too eloquently.

Cove groaned, spitting blood.

—

[Dorian’s Memories, Years Ago]

“I hope that pizza chokes you.” He muttered before keying the bike to life, driving off the road.

But he was only able to drive off. His mind didn’t leave the woman who poured the onion water on him at all.

The more he smelled onion on himself, the more he realized he shouldn’t have left that easily.

Rage ignited, and he turned the bike around, returning to the storey building within three minutes.

He didn’t even bother giving his bike a full stand before he climbed the staircase to unit 4.

He rang the doorbell, and the woman opened the door, her face popped out to him.

She blinked. “The pizza boy?”

“You should apologize properly.” Dorian muttered, hands pocketed casually.

“Apologize…. properly?” The woman scoffed, frowning.

“I mean…you poured onion water on me for no damn reason. Agreed that I brought your pizza late, but I was ready to make up for it. The onion water was so unneeded.” He tilted his head, the hands in his pockets getting too hot.

He wants to attack.

“You must be drunk.” The woman nodded, wanting to close door.

Dorian pushed the door, opening it forcefully.

The woman fell, and that was when he realized the woman husband is inside with her.

He’s the one eating the pizza, but he stood immediately Dorian entered.

With the pizza hand unwashed, he came for Dorian.

His first three punches met Dorian’s jaws, and Dorian just stayed there, watching the punches coming, taking them, studying the moves.

His eyes followed every of the man’s moves till the fourth punch.

He grabbed the man’s punch and returned it to the man’s face.

By now, he has learned his quirks and little, easy tricks.

It’s that easy for him to steal skills and techniques and use them against the owner.

Five minutes later, the man is on the floor, groaning and bleeding while the wife his behind the door fearfully.

“If anyone asks who did this, boldly tell them my name… Jeremy…” Dorian muttered to the room, knowing the wife is definitely hearing him.

He left the house, fist bloody as he got back on his delivery bike.

On the keychain that’s inside the bike keyhole, there’s a small picture attached to it.

Picture of his favorite celebrity who looks exactly like him.

He smiled as he looked at the picture for a beat before finally driving off.

[Present Time, Hospital]

Dorian spranged up in bed, and pain from his finger gnawed at him immediately, but he’s not in his right senses at the moment.

The pain is nonexistent to him.

He made sure to study Cove’s moves when Cove was hitting him, so he has to write the moves down somewhere.

He got down from the bed, his cut finger heavy with bloody bandages.

He rushed to the white wall and brought a finger to his mouth.

He gave it a bite, and when blood bloomed, he started writing the moves on the wall with it.

Angela who’s in the room with him got so scared she began gasping, eyes nearly falling off her face.

Kaylee had received a call from San Francisco, and she went to San Francisco briefly to oversee something, so she sent her here after they heard what happened to Dorian.

And she’s sure that by now, that bastard Cove is getting arrested, but what’s wrong with Dorian?

“Rian?” She called.

Dorian didn’t stop.

He kept writing on the wall with his own blood, documenting Cove’s moves and skills.

“Riri!!” Angels pulled him.

He pushed her away and continued his blood scribbling.

“Jeremy!!!!” Angela screamed.

And he automatically stopped. Slowly, he turned around….

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[San Francisco, Secret Healthcare]

Kaylee was escorted inside by strictly private guards, different from the guards she normally rolled with.

These ones are meant for this place, and only this place.

Her chest was floating as she walked the brightly lit hall of the building, the faint smell of drugs and the beep of machines ticking her ear already, together with the clicks of her heels on the sleek ground.

She received a call that his lashes moved, and she had to fly down here to see for herself.

The doctor met her by the door of the VVIP ward, and she gulped.

“Were you lying to me?”

“Never. His lashes really moved, and that’s a sign that he’s waking up soon. He’s finally responding very well to treatments, and his skin improved too.” The doctor explained.

He pushed the door open, and Kaylee rushed inside the ward where a guy lay lifelessly in bed, wired by different life machines, pipes and different slow beeping devices.

His dark poisonous snake tattoos peeked out from under his blue hospital shirt.

Even his face is tattoed, and in his unconscious lifeless state, he still looks like Lucifer.

Kaylee stopped, a tear dropped from her eyes as she covered her mouth with her palms.

“Finally you’re responding to treatment? Dorian for real? You have to wake up fast! You should wake up fast! Your replacement Jeremy is too dull for me dear! You have to wake up soon! Dorian…..”

TBC