Reckless – Episode 69&70

RECKLESS

Reckless – Episode 69&70

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]

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Phone went flying to the wall of the bathroom immediately after the post.

The device cracked with the glass, and it shattered across the wet ground, sharing it’s parts to the flood.

When his lips came crashing on hers, she lost her grip on reality, swirling in his bewitching intoxication.

His lips.

Those consuming lips are the most sumptuous thing she had ever tasted. So tender. So kissable. So addictive.

The way they claimed hers.

The way they danced on her face—danced with her own lips.

The way they devoured her.

She went lost in his trap, and nothing about her is screaming for help. She wants this too—craves his depravity.

Her soul got corrupted than it already was. Her mind got tainted.

She doesn’t even know where to hold cos all of him is voluptuous.

His large abs? They slipped out of her hold after a minute cos of the water.

His jacket? The water won’t even let her hold it cos it’s slippery too.

His face? She’d have to stand on her toes to hold it, and she’s not ready to strain those toes.

So…she palmed the wall behind herself, slipping on the glass as the kiss became a depiction of madness.

He kissed her with reckless abandon. Like she’s a warfront he came to claim and is already claiming.

When his fingers resumed moving in her opening, her m+anings slurred.

Now it’s easier than that night inside emerald woods. She feels more comfortable now.

The fingers slid in and out so fast. She screamed. He’s going as deep as the end of his fingers at each thrust, and her breaths gagged in his mouth.

Her stomach clenched, the pouring water turning hot with the mood. Her head spun, legs shaking on the wet flooded group, shower spilling with perfect splashes over them.

The sound of fingers f+kin’ her tight p+xy mixed with the running shower, his groans her m+ans.

And of course it was obscene, insanity wrapped in intimacy.

He hardened the kiss, again, his fingers slashing her, f+kin faster, digging and pumping.

She lost her mind, and her eyes went blurry as her lips slipped out of his mouth, their eyes met.

“Oh my gawd oh my gawd! Oh my gosh! Slow dow—ahh! Geez! Coveeeee….f+k, f+k! Yess!!!!”

“Please don’t stop! This is so f+kin good! I don’t want you to stop! Gawd damnit! I’m…mmoreee I want more!”

She didn’t shy, didn’t coy off. She let it all out. The moans, the screams, the hungry cries for more.

Using his second hand to rub her clît, his fingers continued the fucking, the pace turned murderous.

“Mmmm!!! Yes!” She cried, gripping the shirt under his jacket, the veins on his arms stretching as his fingers wretched her. She shattered.

But he didn’t stop. He kept going, slamming, thrusting.

“Tell me you don’t want me to stop, again.” He groaned.

Thrust.

“Don’t stop! Oh my…Cove!!”

“This p+xy, belongs to who?” He asked, slowing down, eyes softening a bit before picking the ruthlessness back up. His eyes kept twitching.

“You… It’s you …” She shook her head, p+xy on fire. His fingers thrusts hardened, yet again.

“Tell me you want me so bad. Tell me you want me as much as I do.” He kissed her chest, the n+ples.

She grunted, hips bucking.

He grabbed her face, angling it just right. “Say it…” He whispered, eyes burning with something greater than obsession. Something obscure.

“I…want you….so bad.” She stuttered, and his lips descended on her skin.

Those precious lips began licking her again like a newborn.

She doesn’t want this to stop. She’d die if any interruption happens. She wants to be licked like this for life.

She loves that tongue since he did it to her in the tub, and now she’s in the nine clouds again.

Her hands bunched his hair as his tongue did her neck, carpeted the slope of her breàsts, down her flat belly, he kissed her belly ring and kissed the waist chains one by one without missing any.

Her head went back, leaning against the glass, dwindling.

All these while, his fingers are still hooked inside her.

He licked down her pv+xy, and his fingers finally fell out, but it was immediately replaced by his mouth.

Stacy’s eyes nearly stopped working. Everywhere darkened, and in the darkness, she saw the whole galaxy. Stars, moon, dippers, solar system.

Her mouth opened, but nothing intelligible came out.

He ate her clî+, sucked the pinkness and inhaled the sweet scent, using his tongue to flip it apart before licking into her deepest core.

“F+k!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Her scream wasn’t bounded, it lacked restraints. She leaked into his mouth, but he wasn’t satisfied.

He went on and on and on. Her world blackened once again.

She rocked her hips, riding his face.

He pulled at her clît and let it hang on his teeth before letting go, and his tongue entered again.

“I’m gonna….ahhh” She gasped, losing her breaths for real.

Her eyes blurred.

He thrusted his tongue, sucking her juices again.

“Oh…. My….”

She couldn’t finish that, cos her eyes really closed, and her body dropped.

She passed out, and Cove was fast to pick her up, licking his lips with a satisfying smirk on his lips.

In her unconscious state, he kissed the heat of her p+xy, then kissed her lips before carrying her out of the bathroom in a bridal style.

—

[Outright Medias]

Albert was already prepared for the talk even before Kaylee arrived, so immediately she touched down at his office, he tendered the leatherback document on the table with a smile.

Kaylee picked it up and opened eagarly, and what she met inside made her lips curl with a smile.

It’s the drafted agreement, promising that their kids are to get engaged by next month-end.

“I never knew the great Albert who was so determined to not go against her daughter’s wish would be the same person drafting an engagement proposal himself.” She said.

“What is to be done has to be done, Kaylee. That garage boy is like a pandemic that needs to be contained. I won’t let her contaminate my daughter. Did you see the comments about her online?” Albert said.

“If you’re talking about DIAMONDS, Dorian already went live to caution them. He threatened them with the withdrawal of his album, and that got them real bad, so they’ve stopped the dragging and all troll account has been deleted.” Kaylee cleared.

“I’m not talking about DIAMONDS, I’m talking about the society at large. I’m Albert Montana, my name rings bells across continents, and a riffraff is just gonna ruin my daughter’s reputation? Nah…” Albert sighed.

“Hmm,” Kaylee smiled wider. “Well let’s sign up for greatness. I really can’t wait to see them share rings.”

She picked her pen, signing fast. She brought Dorian’s seal while coming here, so her secretary behind her passed it to her.

She took it, pressed the wordings on the ink and stamped for Dorian too.

Albert signed his part and since Stacy has no official stamp, he signed boldly in her place.

“And it’s done!” Kaylee chuckled. “I knew coming to Los Angeles would be the best decision of my forties. I don’t care if it’s just an engagement, but by next month-end? The whole world will know about it! You know I love blowing things up. Gawd, I can’t believe my Rian would be getting engaged to the girl of his dreams finally! I’m so fulfilled!”

“I haven’t been more happy, Kaylee.” Albert grinned. “We’re going to protect our wards at all costs.”

He stood and picked a wine glass from the center table.

Kaylee did the same.

“To more incoming collaborations. To the start of a new era!” She said.

“Cheers!” Albert raised his glass, and they were about to clink their glasses together then Albert’s secretary rushed into the office.

“Sir! Sir, there’s an issue!”

“Why are you running like a refugee!” Albert scolded.

“Is everything ok?” Kaylee asked, looking genuinely concerned.

“A post just went viral right now from user 120 on IG! It tagged the two of you! You need to see it! The internet is blowing again!” The secretary said breathlessly, sweat dropping.

Kaylee and Albert exchanged looks, then they dropped their glasses at once and picked their phones.

They only needed few seconds before their hearts were broken.

A picture of Stacy in the shower—only her face though, but the way water is cascading down her head shows she’s in the shower.

The way her mouth is open, brows are arched and eyes are rolled….

It shows something intimate is definitely going on, and the person behind her?

Cove???

“What the….” Kaylee gasped.

“I swear to gawd this is Stacy’s shower at home!” Albert shouted.

“What!” Kaylee gasped.

—

[Montana Mansion]

When Stacy woke up five minutes later, she was in bed, totally dressed.

She smells cream on herself too so she’s definitely creamed already.

Pink panty is on her, she’s wearing the shortest of her bum shorts which left out her butt cheeks, a white singlet with a jean jacket on top.

The jacket is definitely not hers, it belongs to….

She sat up, and she indeed saw him sitting beside her in bed, gazing at her intently like he wants to gobble and swallow her in one gulp.

Like a predator.

And when she remembered she actually passed out when his mouth was working on her coochie, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

She turned her face away, but he turned it back to himself by holding her neck, firmly but it doesn’t hurt.

“Shyness doesn’t fit you, Dollface.” He whispered.

“You’re making it worse,” she whispered back.

He lifted his full brows. “You don’t like it?”

She has come to a conclusion that he likes praises. Is that a kink?

“I…love it, just never felt that way before.” She said.

“You’ll feel that way often from now on. Ride on my waves.” He whispered again, deeply.

She smiled, but her cheeks still remained red.

“I have something nastier here though,” he flipped his phone open and showed her the post he made.

“I knew you were the 120 username stalker.” She muttered.

“That’s not what you should be talking about right now. Did my Dollface just ignore the core topic?” His head went tilted.

“I don’t care about the post you made, so far only my face showed in the pictures. I needed something to sway my dad, and this might just be the best answer.” She confessed.

He smiled again, pulling her to his laps. She straddled him.

“You creamed me? Dressed me up and even went as far as wearing panty for me in my unconscious state? How shameless.” She said, arms wrapped around his neck.

And that was when she realized he has changed his own clothes too. He’s wearing one of her big T-shirt which looks fitted on him.

His trousers is leather, so the shower water didn’t affect it. He kept it on.

His hair is still slightly wet. He obviously blowdried it with her dryer, and he dried her hair too.

It’s still damp like his own.

“Shamelessness ain’t a disease. I’d change your pad if you ever menstruate with me.” He said.

Stacy’s heart skipped a few beats, and she stopped moving, going still as their eyes locked, tight.

She wants to kiss him. She hasn’t made the first move to kiss him before, and she wants to do it now…

“How did you enter with the guards around the house?” She asked a question instead.

“You’re never getting that outta me,” he replied, dropping her. He took her hand, holding her by the wrist.

He pulled her out of the room, and she quickly picked a face cap before stepping out with him.

“Where are we going?” She asked.

“That remains to be found out.” He replied absolutely.

She had to tip on her toes before covering his head with the cap, and his face shows he doesn’t like it.

At all.

She has never seen a cap on him, so maybe his change in mood is valid.

“For the guards,” she said.

He didn’t reply, he just continued pulling her, and she followed.

Thanks to the cap, his face was hidden as they strolled to the car.

Stacy secretly mouthed some words to one of the guards before entering one of her cars with Cove.

She drove. She won’t have him drive and smash them on a truck with his phobia for cars.

It’s already enough that he’s inside this car with her.

A minute after she drove out of that estate, Albert’s car drove inside, and Kaylee’s car followed.

“Where’s Stacy?” Albert asked the guards breathlessly.

“She left just now with a classmate!” The guards reported.

“With a classmate?” Kaylee yelled. “A classmate or that bastard?”

She slapped that particular guard.

Anita drove into the compound, rushing out of her Mazda when she felt the thick tension in the air.

“Sir?” She rushed to Albert. “What’s the issue?”

“Why are you just coming!!!!” Albert yelled at her.

Anita flinched.

“They couldn’t have gone far,” Kaylee said, getting back in her car. “Let’s chase down the vermin!”

—

Stacy barely drove for five minutes before Cove’s head started acting up again. The voices roared.

When they landed in Las Vegas on Saturday, he rode in a car with Trinidad to the resort among other students. It was Trinidad who drove, and he didn’t get an attack.

He expected it to be like that again for this one, but he was wrong.

His head jingled.

“Bringing you to this world was your father’s mistake!”

“You’re so damn cruel you deserve hell without a chance of purgatory!”

“Your father should have killed you that day after your mother jumped in the river! You should have followed your mother to hell!”

“How could you…end your father’s life for properties!!! Why!!!! He loved you so much!”

The voices made him hold his head with an hand, feeling like a volcano is erupting right inside. Like someone is clobbering it with a sledgehammer.

“Stop the car,” he muttered.

Stacy who has been noticing the change in his mood blinked.

They’re in an express, so stopping the car is not possible…

“Stop the damn car!” He shouted,eyes changing color to red already.

The wheels rolled carelessly in Stacy’s palms, and she drove the car into a strip mall park on the express.

Cove even came out before her. He grabbed her hand again, panting as he took her into the mall.

They only passed by it though,they came out through the backdoor. Cove was ready to slap himself to expel the voices from his head when Stacy pushed him to the back wall.

She did what she wanted to do earlier…. kissing him first.

Cove’s eyes didn’t close, he just stared down at her through his lashes as her soft lips pressed his.

It wasn’t hard, just gentle and mildly innocent like herself.

He didn’t even try to harden it, cos the softness did it for him.

He concentrated on her—her breaths, her closed eyes, her small frame… Her overall angelic face.

The voices disappeared as fast as they came. She’s like his kryptonite.

She balanced back to her foot and searched his eyes worriedly.

“You ok?” She asked.

“Hmm,” he grunted, retaking her hand. She smiled.

They didn’t walk far from that mall when Trinidad appeared on her bike according to plan.

She got down and handed helmets to the two of them.

They’ve never used it before, but if they’re gonna go through this city right now with their online chaos, they surely need these.

Cove took off his face cap and threw it off fast.

“Careful,” Trinidad smiled at Stacy.

Stacy couldn’t even reply. Whenever she thinks of the kiss between Trinidad and Cove, she overthinks.

Does Trinidad like her nutjob?

So…she feels uncomfortable.

Cove took the helmet from her and wore it on her head, rolling down the eye shield.

He didn’t bother rolling down his own before getting on the bike. Stacy climbed behind him.

She was still looking at Trinidad as Cove brought the bike to life.

Stacy curled her arms around him, so tight Cove felt it in his bones.

He looked at her arms and let a small smirk display on his lips before driving off smoothly.

Trinidad chuckled. “Did she do that to actually mark her territory?”

She laughed amusingly. “She’s so cute. Chica, I’d rather kiss dust than get entangled with ice prince romantically. I’m not ready to run mad. Good luck taming that guy.”

She sighted Kaylee and Albert’s cars driving past the asphalt with guards lining behind them, obviously chasing after Cove and Stacy.

“Good luck finding them.” She smiled, but the smile disappeared when she saw Dorian’s face on the billboard.

She went cold in the eyes. “Wonder where the real Lucifer is hiding since last year.” She muttered.

The buzzing of her phone made her drop her face. She retrieved the phone and smiled.

Trevor’s text is on screen…

15Y Kiddo: Ice cream when you’re coming back! Coconut flavor and pecan pie! You should start buying my birthday stuff little by little. Anything less than a car, I won’t take.

“What does he really want?” Trinidad grinned loudly. “A car, or a pecan pie and ice cream?”

Her phone buzzed again.

This time, it’s Matteo.

Matteo: I saw Trevor texting you and he’s probably demanding something. You can’t spoil him alone without putting me in the budget. Get some cup noodles while coming, I’m tired of this hospital food.

Trinidad bursted into laughter at this point. “You haven’t even spent 24hrs in there and you’re already tired? Please…” She commented.

Her car driver arrived with her car immediately, and she got on the backseat.

“Find good pie and ice cream spots, cup noodles too.” She ordered.

“Yes miss!” The driver turned the car around, and the engines revved.

As he drove, Trinidad’s face is in her phone. She’s scrolling so hard cos there’s so much to read.

Dorian’s hospitalization, Cove’s beastliness, Elmira’s mother revelation, Stacy and Cove’s madness.

And… Roxy’s misfortune.

Why is she just seeing that?

Roxy was found with shaved head at Vegas. Beaten till she was half-dead and her head was even painted red.

Wow!

Trinidad looked up from her phone. She doesn’t need anyone to tell her sho did this, and is she satisfied?

YES.

Roxy needed that.

—

[Las Vegas, Jeremy’s Hospital]

At 1pm, Jeremy was getting wheeled to the surgery theater for his vocal surgery. There are three good surgeons waiting for him inside, so he’s sure he’s in good hands.

He has been deprived of his phone and resting since 11, so he has no idea what’s going on online.

He can’t wait for this surgery to get over so he’ll have alone time at least. He’s tired of this hospital.

If anyone told him he’d ever have a vocal cords surgery, he’d have argued

But here he is.

[Jeremy’s Memories, Years Ago]

“Jere, this pizza should have left since ten minutes ago!” Anita’s voice rang from the shop entrance, her neck stretching out to where Jeremy sat under the canopy, calmly listening to Dorian’s new album.

“Me again?” He looked up. “Mum,your partiality is alarming now and you’re not even hiding it anymore! Just yesterday, I received onion water on my body!”

“Yeah and you went ahead and beat the woman’s husband to stupor! Are you trying to ruin business for me?” Anita’s arms rested on her hips.

She came out of the shop.

“Was supposed to beat his wife, but I don’t beat women, so he took it for her,how romantic!” Jeremy said.

“You have no right to beat anyone cos you delivered the pizza late! You were probably listening to Dorian’s shit again on the road, and that is why you were late!” Anita argued.

“I knew you’d still zero it down to my love for Dorian’s songs,” Jeremy stood. “I have every reason to be obsessed! I have no bloodline connection with this guy, yet we have the same face! I’m his doppelganger, and that’s not even the end, we have the same voice depth too and our heights are only an inch different! He should have been born as my sibling instead of Elmira!”

“Oh…so now you’re admitting that you don’t really like me?” Elmira appeared from the shop, smirking. “You spend all your penny on Dorian’s music! You stream, buy albums, watch lives and vote him yearly! Yet, you haven’t seen him face-to-face before! Shame!!”

“You’d be surprised! His next concert in San Francisco, I’ll attend and introduce myself to him as his brother from another mother!” Jeremy snapped.

“How did the talk go from me telling you to go for deliveries to you praising Dorian?” Anita spoke up.

“I’m not your only child! Let Elmira go for delivery today too! The f+k!” Jeremy glared.

“Are you talking about the delivery at Klem? The idiot who ordered it cancelled the order.” Elmira clarified.

“Finally some fresh air!” Jeremy fell back on his chair.

He increased the playing music.

“Anytime I come across this Dorian Wesley’s family, I’ll just sell you to them.” Anita shook her head and entered the shop.

Elmira sat beside Jeremy.

“If you’re here to talk shit about Dorian, zip it now.” He rolled eyes.

“Look!” Elmira shoved her phone at his face, and he squinted.

It’s a teen girl picture.

“Who’s this?”

“You’re kidding, right?” Elmira scoffed. “That’s Stacy Montana! Daughter of the house mum is working at!”

“So?” Jeremy frowned.

“She’s just 17! And this is her fifth car! Her dad is spoiling her so bad I envy her! If we came from such rich family, things would have been better. Honestly I’m tired of pizza! Mum won’t even show us our father too!” Elmira complained.

Jeremy yawned, and Elmira hissed. “I knew you wouldn’t say something beneficial!” She pushed his head and returned into the shop.

Jeremy made sure she was already far gone before pulling out his phone, going to his gallery.

He has over hundred pictures of Stacy on his phone, saved from her IG. Who doesn’t know Stacy Montana in this city?

17 year old baddie, Albert Montana’s daughter, and she’s currently in her last year of highschool in Vegas.

Elmira was right. Things would be better if they were rich like the Montanas’, but what can he do?

He didn’t write his own fate.

But one thing’s for sure; when he gets the opportunity to be a rich boy even if it’s dangerous, he’ll take it.

She’s the first girl he ever had a crush on, and May she’ll be her last.

[Present Time]

Jeremy shut his eyes.

He wouldn’t have met her if he didn’t come to RIDE? Bullshit.

He wouldn’t have fallen for her if he didn’t see her on that ruined concert night? Crap.

He has been eyeing her since she was 17, and nothing has changed.

A fool for love? Yeah, he’ll claim the crown proudly.

But what he won’t allow is letting anyone hurt her.

He’ll drown in the pits of hell just to make sure Cove dies off.

His stretcher was wheeled into the theater, and the double doors slid to a tight close.

Angela and the rest of the crew stood outside the door, waiting and hoping for success.

A nurse came inside with a message which she whispered into Angela’s ears…. “Miss Montana from LA sent a message through her guard to wish Dorian a successful surgery. And if the surgery is already successful, she wishes him quick recovery, and she also apologized on behalf of Co—”

“Enough!” Angela raised her hand.

The nurse stepped back. She didn’t say more before leaving.

Angela scoffed.

“That slimy brat should stay with that mad boy. Rian is fine with me.” She muttered possessively.

—

[Los Angeles, A Goth Bookstore]

Stacy had no idea they were coming here, but she definitely loves the idea of reading horror books with Cove.

She still has no idea how he found out about her love for horror movies and books, but who cares?

There’s a lotta things he just won’t tell her, and she’s gonna rummage bit by bit till she’ll be able to unravel him.

The bookshop is an exclusive one with beds and pillows for readers, but when they arrived, there was only one bed left.

Thanks to RIDE holiday today, this place is filled.

They took the one bed, and while he sat right, she lay down, head on top of his laps.

‘Hymn Of Bones’ is the title of the book he’s currently holding.

He’s just staring at it like he doesn’t understand what’s inside.

His second hand is under her clothe, rubbing her breàsts coldly.

“If you don’t like this one, we can just pick another one,” she said.

“It’s just gonna be the same boring shit, a potent way to kill one’s brain cells. Why would anyone read this piece of shit?” He talked down.

“Don’t you dare talk down on my horror books that way!” She snapped, wanting to snatch the book.

He raised it up, and she wanted to lift herself from his lap to collect it, but he pressed her nîpple, and she winced, backing down.

“Ah!”

“Be good,” he smirked, lowering his hand and opening the book.

It’s about a village of ghosts who survive by eating human bones…

“Why the fûck would they pick human bones as their survival food when there’s flesh?” He muttered.

“Cos that’s what they want, over-dominant freak. Not everything will work the way you want it, duh.” She replied.

“But you’re working exactly the way I want you.” His eyes bored into hers. “You think of me when I’m absent, you miss me when you don’t see me, your p+xy drips at the sight of me, and my cruelty makes you horny. Admit it, that night when you saw me burning that Camry man in the woods, you were turned on…” He chanted rawly.

Stacy clenched her thighs together, not bothering to reply him, but he saw that clench, and he smirked.

She adjusted her head on his laps, and his palm kneaded her br+st. The second hand has dropped the book, and that hand is in her hair now, stroking carefully while stylishly counting the number of hair on her head. He’s counting the strands.

A obviously impossible task which he doesn’t mind taking on at all.

He wants to know.

“Why do you fear cars?” She asked.

“I don’t fear cars, I don’t fear anything. I just don’t like cars.” He replied curtly, eyes cutting.

“Why don’t you like cars?” She asked.

“Cos I killed my father with a car?” He replied, currently counting the 300th hair strand.

Stacy studied his moody eyes for a beat before adjusting, shifting her breast closer into his palm.

He pressed.

“It was a mistake, right? You killing your father.” She whispered.

“Are you trying to buy an excuse right now?” He scoffed. “Don’t try to find a redeemable quality in me, I’m not a good person, and you know that. I killed him with my eyes wide open, and I liked it.” He replied easily.

“Are you saying that cos you wanna induce fear in me and turn me on again?” She mumbled.

“If I wanted to instill fear, I’d set the coffeehouse opposite this bookstore on fire and make you watch while I f+k your cûnt front behind.” He replied.

Again, Stacy clenched her thighs together, tighter than the first.

His words about destruction is turning her on so bad she’s starting to doubt her own sanity.

“If you really killed your father with a car and liked it, then you shouldn’t have a problem with driving cars or staying too long in a car. Your issue with car stems from guilt, and that’s the reason for the GUILTY X tattoo on your lower back. You must have been so close to your father, then you accidentally killed him, and the guilt is haunting you.” She analyzed.

“Now you’re flaunting the fact that your late mother was a chemist too much,” his eyes frosted. “One more word about my problem with cars, and I’ll chew you out.”

“Fine, then why do you need sound processors before you can hear?” She asked curiously.

From her head on his laps to his face above hers like this, he looks divine…too handsome. The fangs between his perfectly white teeth has been standing out at each word he says. It’s the first time she’d be studying his dentition up close, and truthfully? He’s got the finest set of teeth she’d ever seen.

Swear down, she loves those dangerous fangs like crazy.

“I was born deaf,” he replied, his phone buzzing.

She couldn’t talk further before he picked the phone to check.

It’s a sales approval.

He bought an abandoned house right beside a cemetery, ready for tomorrow night.

Stacy inched up and read the approval with him, then she looked at his eyes.

“Wanna go play tommorow?” He asked, not quizzical. “Saying no means I’d have to kidnap you and drag you there.”

“Will you wear the ghost face mask again?” She asked n+ughtily, caressing his abs.

“A scarier type. You deserve to pee your pants for me.” he replied.

“Wetness is wetness, I’m all in.” she replied, inching up again.

She kissed his lips shortly, and just when he was about to harden it, she jumped down the bed and stretched out her hand.

“Come with me, I’ll show you somewhere!”

He looked at her, then at her spread palm, and back to her face.

“C’mon nutty.” She smiled.

He placed his palm on hers, and she immediately liked how very small her palm looks in his own.

Cove picked the Hymn Of Bones book though, then he followed her lead out of the bookstore to the back alley.

It’s dark now, but the streetlights are so bright it feels blinding.

It’s the middle of April where the weather is hard as fûck to predict.

No one knows when it’ll start raining cats and dogs or shine scorchingly

Longer days, shorter nights.

Stacy bolted in the direction of a tree—a flower tree.

Cove just strolled behind her, watching her every step leisurely.

She’s skipping her feet, and she might fall.

She’s not clumsy, but this place is highly pebbled.

“My late mum planted this tree!” She said proudly, holding the tree bark. “I and my mum used to visit this bookstore, and back then a flower woman used to pass by with her flower basket, and anytime I missed her passing time, I’d start crying cos I couldn’t bear not having a flower for a day. Then mum thought she’d just give me a whole flower tree, so she bought this area and planted one for me! Meet my flower tree! Her name is Bonita!” She said cheerfully.

And Cove smiled…. genuinely.

It reached his eyes.

“Wow! That was the first time you smiled and meant it, not your dry moody smiles. You’re so hot when you smile.” She said.

The smile didn’t wipe off his face as he moved closer to her.

“Stupid, Bonita?”

“Yeah! My teddy at home is Bonita too! That teddy is twins with this tree!” She said.

“F+k, just stop…” He frowned, feeling irked, and that made her laugh as he finally got to her.

“What about your mother?” She asked immediately.

His smile disappeared.

“I’m sorry…you said you didn’t wanna talk about your parents, but I’d like to know someday though.” She said.

Cove stretched his arm, plucking a pink flower from the tree.

The flower had black balls inside, literally a goth barbie style too.

He inserted the flower into her hair, and she touched it, grinning.

He looked around the area, and Stacy removed his phone from his pocket suddenly.

She doesn’t know his password, so she clicked emergency camera and snapped their selfies.

He’s not even looking at the camera, but so far he’s in the picture, she’s fine as hell.

“Send it to me on Whatsapp, User 120,” she said before returning his phone into his pocket.

There’s a glass bench under the tree. He took his seat on the bench, and she sat on his laps, facing him.

The gleam from the street lamp behind them caught the side of her face, and she swept her hair back, arms going wrapped on his neck.

She closed her eyes and closed in, wanting to initiate a long, hot kiss for the first time, but he suddenly twirled her, placing her on the bench.

Her eyes flew open, and she was shocked to see her dad and Kaylee and numerous guards surrounding them like they came to get a sinner.

“Dad?” She gasped.

Kaylee raised her hand for a blinding slap to Cove’s face…

Cove was already calculating to break her wrist, but Stacy saved her by jumping in-between.

She pushed Kaylee off.

“Don’t touch him!”

Kaylee gasped, eyes protruding. “Stacy? Me?”

“Yes you!” Stacy breathed.

“What has come over you! What is wrong with you!” Albert roared, wanting to attack Cove too.

She hugged Cove.

Meaning; if he wants to attack him, he’d attack her instead.

Albert’s arms dropped.

“What did he bewitch you with! You’re getting engaged to Dorian by next month-end and you’re here, frolicking? And what was that picture? In my mansion!!?” He yelled

“I won’t get engaged to Dorian!” Stacy shouted back.

“This prick would ruin you!” Kaylee said desperately.

“Exactly my plan,” Cove responded dangerously, shooting his death stare at Kaylee. “I’ll ruin her innocence and make her my corrupted masterpiece. Engagement to Dorian? Dig graves for the guests of the engagement beforehand cos they won’t be going home that damn day!”

“You damn maniac!!” Albert lunged at him with a punch.

Stacy pushed Cove back, facing her father quickly.

“Let’s go home! Enough of this!”

“Stac—”

“Let’s go home, dad!” She snapped.

Albert grabbed his daughter’s hand, dragging her to his car.

Stacy kept looking back to Cove, but he just stood there, rocky.

Kaylee levelled Cove up and down with her eyes…

“Poor maniac. You’re just hungry, that’s your real issue.” She muttered, taking a whole bundle of dollar notes from her guards.

She poured it on his face before leaving for her car too.

When Albert’s car drove off, Kaylee’s car zoomed after it.

The guards lined up after them, and two minutes later, they disappeared down the road.

Cove brought a cigar box out of his pocket, and it turned out to be a bar if honey eclipse chocolate.

He opened it, took a bite before squatting. He gathered every single note Kaylee poured on him and counted calmly.

$50,000.

He was staring at the cash as he ate the second bite from the chocolate.

He dialled Eleven on his phone.

His rogues are still in the city, just that he sent them on a different errand.

“T!” Eleven’s voice came in.

“Find a potend acid supply store. I’m gonna send you 50k dollars in cash tommorow. Book for 50k dollars amount of acid.” Cove said.

Eleven didn’t bother asking what he’s gonna use it for.

“Anything for you, Your Exc… I mean T.” He quickly said. “By the way, I have a report. Stacy sent get well soon wishes to Dorian. She also sent apology to him on your behalf.”

Cove was about to take the last bite from his chocolate when he heard that, and he immediately dropped that last bite on the ground.

He grinded his jaws.

—

Kaylee looks like someone poured devil’s beans on her as she was driven home. Her skin has been crawling with the audacity of that bastard and she wants nothing but to strangle him with her own hands right now, but she can’t do that.

She’s the reputable Kaylee Wesley after all.

But even the sickest madmen have bosses. This is why Dorian has to wake up fast.

Dorian has to wake up before next month-end. Real Dorian will be the one to get engaged to Stacy.

He can’t wait for her crazy son to tear Cove to pieces. By then, Cove will learn to hide his poor face.

Gawd, she badly needs a shower and a good f+k.

Why is Remo not back from Las Vegas?

She dialled his line.

It’s off.

“Is my gigolo fine?” She muttered worriedly.

—

[Young Mansion]

The doctors detained Scott for more time in Las Vegas, so they didn’t later take off at noon as planned.

They took off at 6, and they landed some minutes ago.

Now they’re just getting home in their car, and Scott expected Kane to hold him and enter with him, but Kane just dropped down from the car and went inside without looking back or waiting for him.

Scott frowned, pausing.

He noticed Kane’s silence too throughout the flight like he was trying to keep his distance..

Now they landed and it got worse? What’s going on?

“Not going in anymore?” Reid said beside him.

He came here with them to spend the night actually.

He supported Scott as they went inside.

Silas is at the dinning with Owen—she got released from the white room today cos Silas knew the boys would be returning, and she’s smiling wide.

“Heard you were attacked,” Silas said cynically, shifting his glasses. “This is why a boy should learn to fight.”

Scott isn’t even looking at him. His eyes are on Kane who’s now climbing the staircase.

“Evening, I’m Reid!” Reid greeted.

“Yeah, Kane mentioned a swimmer friend would be spending the night. Hurry and go freshen up three of you … Dinner is still hot.” Owen said.

“Scott!” Reid touched Scott who’s still staring at the stairs.

Kane didn’t look back.

Scott held back his tears.

Seeing the energy between them, Silas smiled at the dinning, lifting his water glass to his lips.

—

[Montana Mansion]

Stacy didn’t wait for her father. The moment the car entered the mansion, she climbed down and went inside.

“Stacy!” Albert followed her. He ran when it got to a point.

“Stacy Montana!”

Stacy dashed into the living room, and she wasn’t surprised to meet all her friends inside.

Kehlani, Tasha and Tania.

And Anita.

“Babe!” Kehlani spranged up.

Before Stacy could stubbornly climbed the staircase, Albert caught up and pulled her back.

“You are my daughter! I birthed you and raised you! You wanna start rebelling cos of a garage boy? Not in this lifetime! How deep has he entered your head!” He shouted.

“I won’t get engaged to Dorian,” Stacy shook her head.

“It’s for the better cause! Dorian is the right choice for you weather you like it or not! I’m done asking for your opinion cos your opinion is trash! That boy who behaves like he escaped from a psychiatric hospital? Never in this life!” Albert thundered.

“Mr. Montana!” Anita cautioned.

“Mr. Montana, don’t shout at her, please.” Tasha said.

“We’ll talk to her.” Tania said.

“Does she look like she has ears anymore?” Albert shook his head, roughly letting go of Stacy.

Stacy rushed upstairs.

Her friends went after her.

“Sir, you need to calm down.” Anita said carefully.

“No! Calming down won’t work anymore. I’ve spoilt her too much and it’s time for reforming.” Albert spat, going upstairs too.

Anita heard his door slamming, and she held her head right.

“Gawd!”

She was thinking her daughter’s unfilial act was the worse of today, but this is worse.

Stacy and her dad hasn’t clashed like this before. Albert hasn’t yelled at Stacy like this before.

She doesn’t even know what to do.

—

[Las Vegas, Healthcare]

The environment was dark when Remo woke up, and his hate for darkness made him shout on top of his lungs.

The lights came on almost immediately, and that was when he realized he’s in an hospital ward. Frank and Max are in different beds in that ward too.

They’re both still unconscious though.

“Get me a mirror!” Remo yelled at the nurse who turned on the lights.

A full mirror was brought, and he came down from the bed to check himself out. He gasped.

His head is bandage round just like the heads of Max and Frank, and his face? It’s nothing to be proud of.

Red scratches, dark bruises, purple swells, stretching from his forehead to his jaws to the neck to the chest!

Kane did it again.

His expensive face! The face his old women are dying for.

“No!!!!!” He yelled.

The yell woke Max and Frank, and in no time, they rushed to the mirror to check themselves out too.

“Why is my face like his? Why the f+k am I like this!!” Max yelled.

Frank swept his dreadlocks away from his face, having a better view of the disfiguration. “This can’t be real, right? This isn’t me.”

“Get all the treatment for scars you have in your hospital and start applying right now!” Remo pulled the nurse by her uniform, and in the process, his fingers curled her bra.

“Harassment!” She struggled.

“Get all scar and bruise treatment here! If my face gets ruined like this, I’ll kill every living thing in this hospital!” Remo threatened.

“The…the person who brought y’all said… We mustn’t… administer such treatments…on y’all.” The nurse stuttered in fear.

“The person who brought us?” Remo’s bruised face squeezed.

And Minister Lane entered immediately, looking madly angry.

“Father?” Remo muttered.

—

[Tuesday, RIDE University]

Stacy was already feeling queasy by the time her helicopter landed at the airfield. The girls spent the night at her place, but she refused to tell them anything. After the argument with her dad last night, she had buried her face in her bed and refused to talk to anyone of them, so she just knows they’re dying to hear her talk.

But she’s obviously not ready.

She just wants to receive Cove’s text.

She has a mobile phone collection at home, so she has picked a new phone for her use, but she hasn’t heard from him since last night.

Is he mad about what happened?

It’s not even her fault.

She checked her phone for the umpteenth time as she climbed out of her helicopter with the girls.

“Are you doing this intentionally? Why the fûck are you starving us? Tell us what’s going on already!” Tania said impatiently.

“I’m dying to hear, and you’re just checking your phone as if gold is gonna fly out of your screen.” Tasha added, impatient too.

“You know you can talk to us, right?” Kehlani said softly.

Stacy opened her mouth to say something, but she closed her mouth back when a loud uproar took over the school. Every damn corner.

Someone is getting down from her helicopter, and that helicopter belongs to…

Zendaya.

Zendaya??

“Wait… Zendaya???” Kehlani and the twins chorused, speechlessly staring at the snatched girl who climbed out.

Zendaya looks reborn like she sent all her fat to the deepest hell. Even her facial fat is all gone.

She looks madly food.

She’s wearing exactly Stacy’s style of clothes, confidence and makeup—short silhouette gown, baby hair on her hair edges, glitter makeup with bold brows.

She hasn’t even touched the ground when students cameras brightened her face from all existing areas.

• I can’t believe this!

• Within how many days!

• Who’s her doctor?

• Jesus! She’s hot!

• She has automatically reclaimed the second hottest glitz girl after Stacy!

• Oh m gee! She’s stunning!

• Another hot week in RIDE!

Zendaya flipped her hair, striking a pose proudly for more pictures.

And that was when Trinidad’s helicopter touched down.

The blades were still whirring when Trinidad and Cove came down.

Black dress shirt like he’s coming to a conference, black slacks, newly styled hair with mullet. Dress shoes and a madly expensive bulgari wristwatch around his wrist. He’s not carrying a backpack as usual.

He even used glasses! He looks like the CEO of the world bank, exactly.

Zendaya’s smile broadened, and she began running to him, widening her arms for a hug.

The school paused.

Students paused.

Mouths widened again.

Zendaya’s hair was flowing as she ran…

To her love.

Stacy moved too, meaning to go to him, but the annoying air blew a white paper from nowhere to her face.

She nearly fell, but she was quick to pull the paper away from her eyes.

She nearly trashed it, but seeing what was written on it stopped her.

It’s a note actually. A note written with blood!

From: Her Excellency X.

The Note ~ I don’t do this often, but you’re beautiful, and I don’t want your pretty face ruined with piping hot tears later. Thiago is a soulless devil you should desist from. He’ll lure you in with sweet possessiveness, then shatter you to pieces you won’t be able to heal. STAY OFF THIAGO, FOR YOUR OWN GOOD.

Stacy swallowed hot saliva.

TBC.

TBC