Lawless – Episode 1&2

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Lawless – Episode 1&2

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[Book 2 in The Untamed Duet]

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SIX YEARS LATER★
[Los Angeles, December 1]

It’s not even January yet, but fireworks are already cracking in beautiful loops across the skies of LA.

Amusement parks, subway stations, train stations, skyscrapers, airports and billboards.

All are busy advertising the approaching new year, and all is full of radiant faces of people who can’t wait to dash into newness.

This is the time of the year when LA gets colourful the most, and it’s on a whole different level now…

Maybe because the current president of America is doing a good job like no President has ever done.

President Kaylee Wesley was sworn into power three years ago, and there has been no mate to her ruling game.

America is glossing—ahead of other western countries in technology and everything else existing.

The billboards flashed and glittered with pictures of the two most popular models in America.

They’re dominating the month again like they do every month.

Zendaya Brown and Elmira Wolfe.

One is a fat-removal body, and the other is a BBL body.

They’re the top bitçhes in the game right now… The highest paid.

And today, they’ll be returning to LA after almost a year outside, and everyone’s talking about them…

Tv shows and news headlines

“Genuinely, who do you think has a better body between the two top bitçhes right now?” A TV host asked his guest on a wide screen in front of a gigantic skyscraper. “I mean… everyone wants them on their screens and shit!”

“Do we really have to discuss that?” The guest shrugged. “Talking about the sexiest would only put asunder between the two friends. But none of em is natural, so a guess birds of a feather would always flock.”

Inside the skyscraper, an art exhibition is preparing to start.

This building belongs to Roxy George, the most successful artist in the country who paints ethereality.

Pieces of exquisite arts lined the walls—small and big. Canvas paintings of animals, horrors, death, dark demons and dark angels.

And patrons could be seen going around show glasses, different floors, different walls, checking out the pieces and taking in the beauty while also selecting what they can afford.

Roxy’s art pieces are astronomically expensive.

The exhibition starts in ten minutes now, and when Roxy rushed out of her office, her staffs went after her.

Her bald head still isn’t healed, but she uses wigs to cover up now, and the long wig bounced with the big buttons on her purple suit as she walked with her chin high as always.

“Miss! You know you can’t leave right now! The exhibition starts in ten minutes… nine minutes even!” Her staffs tried to stop her.

She’s already at the park, opening her cyber truck door hurriedly.

“It’s Elmira and Zendaya o’clock!” She snapped crankily. “My bitçhes are returning to LA today, and I won’t miss their pickup for nothing! Shift the exhibition forward with twenty more minutes!”

“But the waiting men are from Macau, I don’t think it’s advisable to make them wait! If you lose them, you lose millions!” The staff argued right back worriedly.

“They’re gonna wait,” Roxy smirked. “You know they’re gonna wait cos where else will they get sick pieces of arts like mine? Get off my faces y’all suck! Twenty minutes or nothing!”

She jumped in her car, and the staffs quickly stepped on the sidewalk as she drove off with a big blunt between her lips.

—

[Airport]

• My dream bodies!!!

• Hottest girls in USA at the moment!! Sexiest models!

• I wanna hug them so bad!

• I just know they smell so good!

• And they both refused to say their doctor’s names?

• Why they be gatekeeping it?

• Best bodies existing! I wanna be that fuckin perfect!

There’s no paparazzi, but the airport people became the paparazzi themselves as the models came out of their gates, their presence so consuming and loud.

They didn’t have to talk.

Zendaya has her extra big black shades on like the mean bîtch she always poses to be, but Elmira doesn’t even need black shades before she’d look intimidating.

Their fur coats are half-coats, only their singlets covered their tummies, and the shirts they’re wearing?

It’s sicker than micro. Their big arses were streaming behind them as they walked, each dragging her bag.

They walked into the modelling path four years ago, and it has been rainbows and unicorns since then.

They took over completely, and no one can compare right now.

Richest models in this country, and no one dared to blink whenever they step on the walkway.

A cyber truck was already waiting to pick them up, and guards are at both backdoors, holding the doors widely open for them.

Roxy came out from the front, and the girls screamed instantly.

“Oh my gosh, bî+ch!! I just knew it was you!” Zendaya shouted, removing her big shades.

“You know about my sick love for cyber truck, babe!” Roxy laughed.

“You better have the full tuna fish waiting with salad and spice! I finna get so drunk tonight, like I’m so back!!” Elmira screamed crazily.

“I have every damn shit prepared, you don’t trust my arse?” Roxy grinned, hugging the two.

Their bodies were still gummed when two other big cars pulled up.

From the first one, Max pulled up, and from the second, it was Mr. Brown.

“Dad!!” Zendaya rushed to the plump man who received her in his arms.

“Fiance!!” Elmira squealed, rushing into Max’s arms.

Max caught her, lifted her legs and swirled her in the air while she squealed some more.

Max looks like he grew sudden chisels over the years especially now that he wore armless.

He’s attractively toned, and it’s not even funny to admit.

Their lips collided, and after the soft welcoming kiss, she pressed his lips with her thumb, gazing at him.

“You didn’t lay with other bitçhes when I was outta city, did you?”

“Is this a joke?” He scoffed, offended. “We’re getting married in two months, and you’re still so suspicious? Roxy was in this city with me and you told her to keep an eye on me so ain’t no way I cheated!”

“Yeah I watched over you. Wouldn’t let my friend’s fiance act like a high libido dog.” Roxy shrugged, blunt burning away on her lips.

Max gave her the middle finger.

Mr. Brown only came to do welcoming on his way to a meeting, so he left after giving Zendaya the hug. Zendaya returned to her girls.

The first thing she noticed was Max’s manliness, but she only stared tentatively before looking away.

“So I have an exhibition in like five minutes,” Roxy said, hands raised. “It’ll end at 6. You girls should proceed to the dinner place, and I’ll meet y’all there once I’m done!”

“Yes!!” Elmira and Zendaya screamed excitedly.

“I should call Remo and Scott and Frank! Those bitçhes can’t miss this fiesta!” Max laughed as they all got in the cars one by one.

—

[Battery Slut-house]

Neon lights. Rap music. Smokes. Drugs. Clamour. Cash.

That’s the order here. Enter the strip room, pick a slut of your choice and have your fun session for the night.

No gender specification. There are males and female wh+res.

There’s no other Sl+t-house that’d compete with this place. Sl+ts are coordinated, and no one is straight so far money is involved.

Who wouldn’t be coordinated under the watchful eyes of Remo Lane.

It’s not surprising that a former Minister’s son is running this shit. Yeah, ‘former’…cos Minister Lane was forced to retire last year.

Now Remo has no restraints, he runs his shit freely.

Music pumped out through the electronic walls, smokes danced in the air like worms, arses clapped on the strip pole like thunder, and dollar notes were flying around like kites.

The Manager of the house is currently speaking to one of the strippers in Russian…

“You better get your ar$e on that strip table and shake something for the cash! I won’t beg for you when Remo decides to throw you under the bus!”

She pushed the stripper to the stage, and the lights doubled.

There’s a whole lot going on in here, and in the middle of the house, sat Remo’s personal office.

He’s in there, suit smooth against his body as he talked on phone with one of his big clients.

The buzz cut he had in uni? Gone.

He grew his hair, and now it’s dark with his personality. No nail painting or knuckles bandages anymore. He obviously outgrew those, and his voice is calmer than before.

Calmer, but more powerful.

“Yeah, send the male whore to the house, and you better tell him to be ready to get enlargement done on his dîck if it’s not huge enough. My sick patrons love them big.”

He dropped the call and gave the person sitting across him a glance.

Frank.

Frank’s dreadlocks are still intact, but neater and more mature now. He runs this place with Remo.

Remo handles the sluts, Frank handles the drugs.

“I still can’t wrap my darn head around why you stopped being a gigolo,” Frank grinned.

“Maybe cos I’ve f+ked all women in this country? People get bored, bastard. I’m human too.” Remo rolled his eyes back.

“Of course,” Frank nodded. “Max called, Elmira and Zendaya are back to the city, and there’s a dinner. We’re supposed to come with Scott.”

“That fruitcake would rather eat rat poison than attend a dinner,” Remo stood, walking out.

Frank followed.

“Since he took over his father’s company, he became a tireless workaholic and I’m trying not to hate him to death.” Remo continued.

“Now don’t talk like you don’t call him always to ask him to a drink. You desperate thing.” Frank said.

“You’ll die prematurely.” Remo cussed saucily as they went beyond the curtains.

“I’m already mature,” Frank laughed. “Let’s leave for the dinner ASAP.”

The outside park door opened for the automatically, and they stepped in.

—

[Wolfe Mansion]

The mansion is easily one of the top twenty largest mansion in LA, belonging to Anita and Matteo.

Though, Anita’s contribution is larger, but they live together anyways. Not as a couple, but as parents who’re striving to survive and take care of their twins.

Anita is currently on the massaging chair, arms on the comfy armrest and legs on the sockets, totally relaxed with her eyes closed.

Only the soft humming of the machine filled the space, and Anita looks better than years ago.

Now her hair is always down in a bob, and she’s always on makeup. Always attending one meeting or another. She’s a CEO.

CEO of JeMira haircare.

She formed the name from the names of her twins, and the start-up money? It was the money she made from betraying Albert six years ago.

Her daughter Elmira is a rich model, her twins father Matteo is now a rich exclusive mechanic too.

Matteo now only repairs for big men and charges with cheques

And Anita herself is a rich CEO.

The only thing lacking now is Jeremy, but that’ll be sorted out soon.

Like tomorrow.

Matteo entered the room with two glasses of wine in hand, and Anita opened her eyes immediately she sensed a new presence.

The man pointed a glass at he.

She rolled eyes.

“Why are you in my massage room, Matteo? Why should I even take your damn wine?”

“Your paranoia is heartbreaking,” Matteo smiled, looking clean and fleshier like a comfortable man should look. He looks handsome too. “I finally settled the process. Tommorow, Jeremy will be released on parole, so this wine is to celebrate.” He said.

Reluctantly, Anita took the cup and got down from the chair.

“Elmira is in the city presently, did you know?” Matteo asked.

“Who wouldn’t know my daughter is in the city? I mean…hello?? It’s Elmira Wolfe,” Anita made faces. “She’s hotter than Zendaya. I wonder why she’s still friends with her and Roxy.” She went on proudly.

“She’ll come say hi to us whenever she’s done funning with her friends.”

She refused to clink her glass with Matteo’s before drinking.

“And I’m not satisfied with Jeremy’s parole release.” She said.

“I know, me too.” Matteo nodded. “A
But at least, it’s better than nothing. When he’s on parole, we’ll sort ways to have him released completely.”

Anita looked at him, drank the remaining wine in her glass and scoffed. “Now don’t act like a good father, it doesn’t suit you.”

With that, she walked out.

Matteo sipped his wine, receiving a text from the Gifts store.

His purchase is ready.

He actually got a gift for Louis—Stacy’s son who’s turning 6 tommorow.

Jeremy told him and Anita to watch over Stacy and be parent figures to her, but Anita had refused.

In fact, whenever Matteo mentioned Stacy around her, she shuts him up, and he has been wondering why.

Anita took care of Stacy since her mum’s death till Stacy turned 20, so why is she suddenly hating Stacy?

He can’t give any other tangible explanation for this.

—

[Montana Mansion]

The house feels more alive tonight with the birthday mood decor everywhere. Even bathrooms and staircases were decorated.

Now this house looks like a never-filled monster always hungry to swallow memories…

Ophelia’s.

Albert’s.

Anita’s.

But Stacy has decided to make the memories of herself and her son stay alive till the end of time.

She’d protect her baby with everything she has in her power. Even the ones she doesn’t have in her power would be snatched from others just to protect him.

Yes, that’s how far she’s willing to go cos… Louis became the air she breaths immediately he was born, and till now, she’s still breathing to him. Her only salvation.

There’s no maids in this house cos Stacy doesn’t want him to form attachments with anyone that’s not her or her friends.

So she’s the one who did all of the beautiful decorations herself.

Balloons, Confettis, children rides and toys, snacks.

They filled the house like entities, and as she descended the staircase, staring at her handwork, her smile bloomed on her face.

Stacy never changed.

Only thing she got was rosier cheeks and slightly robust body—different from her former slim form.

Fine, she changed.

Hips grew, br+’asts grew, beauty increased, and her glass skin got even glassier. She’s still got the freshest skin in the country.

Even the so-called se×iest models don’t have her typa skin.

And her smile is so f+kin beautiful it added to the mansion lightening.

Her long straight hair was brushing her waist at the back as she descended, her short latex gown moulding her sharp curves.

She had refused to reopen her dad’s media houses.

She’s not doing that till she starts getting to the root of his death.

And her mum’s pharmacy? That’d have to wait too.

So what she’s focusing on right now is her ice skating, and she’s topping the charts in that category.

Her bank account is fattening. Even if she decides to not work for the rest of her life, she’d be insanely rich with her parents wealth, but she’s just not a lazy arse, so work is necessary.

She descended the last staircase, and a little pumpkin bursted out from below that staircase.

“Boom!!”

“What the!” She held her chest, realizing it’s her son. “Louis!!”

“I knew I was gonna scare you!” The madly handsome little boy laughed, sitting on the bare floor sprawled.

If Stacy could meet a genie who grants wishes, her wishes would be for all his father’s features in him to disappear cos it ain’t normal.

From the hair texture, eyes, to the brows, to the lips and height and ear shape and nose and even the set of teeth with the fangs. It’s disheartening.

Why would he look exactly like the father who nearly killed him?

The only thing he took from her would be her own glass skin.

That’s all.

But he’s Louis Montana… Her son, her life, her world. Doesn’t matter who he looks like, he’s her’s alone, and she’d rather crawl to hell than allow any evil befall him.

“Wait for me!” Stacy went after him, and he quickly scrambled up, running around the living room while she chased, both disorganizing the decorations, blowing up balloons and popping confetti guns.

He rolled down the sofa, and that was where she caught him at.

“Mommy you don’t know how to play! Even if you’re about to catch me, you should pretend like you’re still far and let me win!” He laughed trickily, legs around her and arms around her shoulder.

“Pretend like I’m still far? What sick trick is that? Don’t pretend to be easy cos I know you, rascal!” Stacy laughed heartily.

“Your rascal.” He winked, and she only laughed louder.

He kissed her face round, then lightly on the lips.

“I love you, my world,” she pecked his hair fondly.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” He replied sweetly.

And the door opened wide, letting in Trinidad who looks even taller in her heels and feminine suit.

She has learnt how to mix feminine with masculine, and she looks beautiful with her dark eyeshadow.

Hands in pockets, she posed elegantly with a wave. “Hello here…”

“Aunt Trinidad!” Louis jumped down from her mum’s arms and did a fast run to the tomboy, hugging her fondly. Trinidad picked her up.

“Can everybody stop picking me up? I’ll be six tommorow! And I have many females crushing hard on me in school!” He complained with a deep scowl.

“Crushes? Louis stop!” Trinidad laughed out.

“Yes! I’m the most handsome… Who wouldn’t fall for this face?” He smirked in an adult-like manner.

Stacy sighed…

She forgot to mention he also has his father’s arrogance, pride and sharp tongue. Are they even countable at this damn point?

Trinidad dropped him and squatted in front of him, still beaming. “You promised to get me a large toy gun.. I won’t take anything less!” He said.

“Sure, but guess what else I brought along?” Trinidad smiled.

Louis looked behind, and three more people came inside.

Kehlani and Tasha who’s pushing Tania’s wheelchair.

“Geez! It’s a full house!!! I’m so fuckin happy!!!” He screamed with a jump.

“I told you not to cuss again!” Stacy said sternly as she came out of the kitchen with a cup of ice cube which she’s chewing from.

But immediately she saw the other three, she gasped.

“Glitz!! Babes!!! You didn’t tell me y’all are in LA!!!” She screamed.

They went past her, going straight for Louis only.

“Oh…so that’s how it is?” Stacy smirked jealously.

“We came for him, not you…. shush. You’re not the damn birthday boy” Kehlani said.

“Y’all are so considerate!” Louis gushed excitedly.

“Have we ever missed your birthday?” Tania said.

“No, and I make three wishes on every birthday. One for me,one for my momma, and one for your legs. I wanna see you walk.” He replied.

“So sweet of you…” Tania stroked his hair fondly.

“Look who’s turning six tommorow!” Tasha hyped.

“I know, right?” Louis grinned.

“Louis Montana!!” Kehlani screamed.

“Right here aunties! I just knew I saved a nation in my last life and that’s why I’m surrounded with rich aunties!” He raised his brows.

“He’s all about money, I’m tired of him.” Stacy shook her head.

“She’s lying! She can’t live without me!” Louis attacked.

“I know that. Let someone just pinch you in school and you’ll know your mum is a madwoman that day.” Trinidad laughed.

“And you’ll know your aunties are insane aunties.” Stacy said.

Laughter cracked, and seconds folded into minutes as the girls went upstairs to change into their PJs.

Making sure no one is downstairs anymore, Louis entered the kitchen and pulled a stool close to the gas cooker. He sat on the stool, looked at the door to make sure he’s alone..

Then he lit up the gas.

He placed nothing on the fire, but as it burned, he watched, smiling creepily, hauntingly.

All the liveliness, excitement, and brightness from before is gone.

Now, as he stared at the burning fire, he looks like a different Louis.

—

[Australia, Canberra – St.Mathias Catholic Church]

The road to this Catholic church is a private road, and it also leads to the X Family property where the Castle and the underground Syndicate building are at.

Those two should have been the only two buildings here, but Shelby is a religious, self-righteous nun who loves heaven.

Yeah, a nun who’s always in her nun habit. No makeup, no jewelry, no dazzle. To her, they’re all vanity.

So she built this church for herself and ordained a Priest and alter servants inside it. The church stood in still reverence at the edge.

Shelby might be blind, but her eyes are always right beside her in form of a human—a Japanese lady.

A trained Japanese assassin who’s her maid who follows her everywhere.

Her name’s Mio.

And it’s the same as every other day this night. Mio is right beside her inside the church, wearing muted colours which made her blend with the environment unnoticed.

The stone walls of the Catholic held centuries of silence within them. Light streamed through stained-glass windows, pooling softly across the marble floor.

At the altar, beneath the crucifix, the Priest is currently preparing communion calmly, assisted only by a few altar servers in white robes.

Shelby approached with Mio a step behind, her posture rigid, her presence dark.

As Shelby reached the altar, one of the alter servers shifted nervously and stepped on her foot.

It was a small humane mistake, but Shelby didn’t flinch in pain.

Her expression turned colder. She’s blind, but her eyes look normal, so one might think her eyes are working well at first meeting.

The alter servant trembled, shifting back to the Priest.

Shelby just tilted her head, and Mio got it immediately.

In one smooth motion, Mio’s hand slipped toward Shelby’s Bible.

The Bible had been hollowed out, it’s pages carved inward to conceal a gun. She drew the gun from within the Bible with chilling ease.

In a single breath, she shot.

The shot shattered the silence, bullet ramming into the server’s throat.

The server fell instantly, his robe folding beneath him as the sound echoed against stone.

The priest stood frozen, and the remaining servers were stunned into stillness. Mio lowered the gun slightly, her face calm, as though she had carried out something necessary.

Around her, the candles still burned, and the colored light still filtered in, but the peace of the church had been replaced by something far colder.

The server’s blood flowed to Shelby’s shoes, wetting the soles.

She felt the sensations under her feet and walked over the blood to meet the Priest who’s shivering.

Her blind eyes didn’t blink, and they’re so scary with the deep dark greyness at the balls.

“Mother Mary hates sinners, yunno, and that is why I take it upon myself to send them back to her.” She muttered, voice low. “Stepping on me is the greatest sin one could ever commit against me, either physically, or metaphorically.”

“May… Mother Mary bless us….” The Priest raised his cross shakily. “And may she redeem the heart of the sinner you just sent over.”

“Keep praying,” Shelby continued. There’s a black big rosary on her right hand which she’s counting as she talked. “Keep praying without sleep for my half-brother to return soon. He’s the biggest sinner living, and he has to die by my hands after handing over all of his sinful apps to me!” Her voice went rigid.

She took the holy communion by herself, swallowing both.

The Priest didn’t talk anymore. He just went to the alter and knelt.

The alter boys knelt with him, and they all began praying.

Mio led Shelby out of the church, the blood on her soles leaving prints on the floor till they entered the car.

“It’s been six years, Shelby. For your half-brother to still stay hidden to this point, whatever that devil is planning is surely collosal. We should act with precision.” Mio said in Japanese.

“Mother Mary is in charge,” Shelby replied, reading her rosary. “When you took the job to shoot Albert Montana in the face six years ago in Los Angeles, you had Mother Mary’s protection too, and you did well like all your other operations. Mother Mary is in charge, again.”

Mio’s expression didn’t change. “Everything is set for your father’s 11th memorial service tommorow.”

“Make sure the Priest is there to pray for father’s soul.” Shelby said tightly.

“Of course,” Mio awakened the car engines professionally. “Do you want me to drive to the Castle? Or the Syndicate building?”

“Go to the Syndicate, need to read coordinates from my scientist who travelled to Mars.” Shelby replied, and Mio moved the car out of the Catholic building.

—

[Hidden House]

As the only house on top of a rock in the middle of a sea, it’s been hidden from discoveries for years.

People even believe that it’s inhabited by evil spirits cos of the dark history of the house. They believe it’s haunted, so it’s abandoned.

It’s not even on the map.

The sea around it never rests.

Waves slam endlessly against the jagged rock, sending white foam clawing up its sides everytime.

The wind howl coldly without pause, carrying the scent of salt and rotted wood, rusted iron, forgotten years.

No birds circle above it, no boats dare drift too close. Even the sky seems to dim over that stretch of water.

But Inside, the house breathes a different life.

Far beneath its weathered exterior, creaking floors and shadowed halls, a room hummed with technology.

Screens glow in layered rows, casting cold blue light across polished glass.

Streams of data flicker endlessly…

Satellite feeds, intercepted signals, surveillance grids mapping cities and coastlines alike.

Every corner of the world is on the screen for him, all reduced to patterns he can read.

And he stood at the center of it all.

Thiago MF X.

Only his back is visible—broad shoulders draped in a dark, fitted shirt. He looks carved from perfection, like a god.

Even that back view is s+xy as hell.

Taller, broader, and more imposing. His scent floods the place.

Vertiva.

The faint outline of cables and dim LEDs reflected off his shirt, and the glow of the monitors framed him like a silhouette carved from shadow, his presence calm but suffocating, like the eye of a storm.

One hand rested behind him, and the is other steadily tapping commands into the air as holographic panels respond instantly.

In this room, he sees everything.

And outside, no one sees him.

Behind him, at a careful distance, stood Eleven.

Not even a word from him cos he’s aware of what follows as consequences.

At the other side, there’s a really large black coffin, and inside the coffin, there’s Ten.

He’s still alive, but wickedly trapped there by Thiago himself.

That’s his punishment for what he did six years ago.

—

[Thorne Penitentiary, Los Angeles – Jeremy’s Cell]

The cell is unusually clean, cleaner than most in the block.

It’s as if it’s occupant refuses to let the filth of this place drown him.

A glass enclosure sat on a small table, housing a restless collection of insects. The insects crawled and skittered over one another, gathering the small sugar grains for food.

A faint haze of smoke drifted through the air, curling from a rare cigar, turning the space dim.

A metal rod ran across the narrow ceiling. From the rod, he hung.

Jeremy MF Wolfe.

Suspended like a fallen warlord refusing to touch the ground, the cigar rested between his lips.

Only his back is visible—well-built, thick, powerful, and fully inked.

His tattoos tell stories of wars fought, victories claimed, vengeance taken… pieces of hell etched into flesh.

Memories.

Sufferings.

Struggles.

But even with the irremovable markings, he looks like hotter than sin in this back view.

As his body rose and fell with controlled strength, the muscles along his back shifted in a slow, almost hypnotic rhythm.

Tomorrow, he gets free from here.

He has only served six years out of a twenty-year sentence, but his parents refused to let their son decay in a cage. He’s getting out on parole, and maybe it’s time to start reckoning.

Tommorow, he steps the streets, and that same tommorow, he’d start choking those who threw him here.

The cigar fell off his lips, burning away on the ground.

His muscles contracted under his skin, sweat heating in his pores.

It’s finally time for a flip.

—

[Montana Mansion, 11;30]

Now the girls are seated at the living room, and Tania’s wheelchair is in their middle while they encouraged her to stand.

But her arse could only lift a little from the chair before she fell back, groaning slowly.

“You’re getting there, babe. Last month, you couldn’t even lift your arse from the chair!” Stacy said happily, smiling.

“I know, right?” Tania smiled back, hiding her sadness.

“Her doctor is doing a great job, don’t worry.” Tasha assured.

Kehlani is also fully into ice skating like Stacy right now.

Tasha is a news anchor in the biggest Media House in Canada.

Trinidad is chasing her football dreams and also helps her father’s companies at times.

And Tania is working hard towards walking again.

“Whoever caused the accident six years ago should better get ready for when I get my hands on them…” Tania muttered meaningfully.

“Whoever killed my dad should be ready too…” Stacy mumbled.

“We’re all in this together, Kehlani said with a nod.

“Right,” Trinidad said.

“You guys heard there’ll be a reunion of our RIDE set soon?” Tasha said.

“Who cares? I’m only concerned about our birthday beach party t’morrow!” Tania purred.

“You know drill!” Stacy snapped her fingers loudly.

“And the two bitçhes are in the city… I mean Elmira and Zendaya.” Kehlani said with a grin.

“Those sluts who slept with managers to get to the top, and Roxy their godmother who hides her baldness with wigs. The fact that they think they’re all that should be studied. I can’t wait for that friendship to scatter.” Stacy said disgustedly.

“What’s more unnerving is the fact that Kaylee Wesley is still the President of this country, and his son Dorian Wesley is still the most streamed metal singer.” Trinidad said with a deep scowl.

“Babe, you always talk like you have something personal against that Dorian.” Tania said suspiciously.

“Y’all will understand soon,” Trinidad shrugged.

“The song Jeremy did when he was acting like him is still his most streamed song till now, can you imagine?” Tasha said.

“You mean What I Want Is Mine?” Kehlani asked.

“That’s true,” Stacy nodded, still chewing her ice. “And Jeremy will be coming out of jail on parole tommorow.”

“Really?” Tania blinked.

“Yup,” Stacy smiled.

Matteo tells her everything, so she knows about it.

Their eyes went to the other side of the room where Louis lay on his belly, writing strange codes on paper.

He’s so engrossed that he’s not even moving at all.

He does this all the time.

One minute, he’s playing and grinning excitedly with everyone.

Next minute, he’s either writing these weird codes on paper, solving hardest mathematics on his own, reading about computers or just simply staring into space.

He’s free to write weird codes.

He’s free to solve mathematics

But computer reading?

Stacy always took it from him whenever he starts doing it.

Nothing about his father must remain inside him.

The fact that he’s his carbon copy facially is enough.

“Have you ever been able to decode the weird codes he always writes?” Kehlani asked.

“No, but his doctor said it’s majorly because his brain holds too much and that’s why he jots these weird jargons to ease himself. Yunno…his brain started developing from the womb.” Stacy said.

“Of course, we all know where his brains came from.” Tasha said.

“Can you…not go there?” Stacy quickly cautioned, getting bitter.

“I promise not to,” Tasha nodded.

“Wait…11;57!” Stacy gasped.

“Seriously?” Louis stood too, rushing to the large blue cake on the dinning table with sprinkles of WHITE on the icing on top.

“How I love the sprinklers of silver on the icing!” He gushed.

The ladies exchanged glances.

He didn’t escape the X Family deformity after all.

Colour Blindness is his own sickness.

And that’s why he’s seeing white as silver color right now.

He can’t identify colors.

“That’s white, my world. Not silver.” Stacy quickly corrected as she placed a silver birthday crown on his head.

“I don’t care, I see silver…” He said stubbornly, and she chuckled.

At 11;59, they turned off every light in the house, so the only light is the one coming from the burning 6-shape candle on top of the cake.

Louis clasped his hands together, closing his eyes to make his wishes.

For three minutes, he kept his eyes closed, and then he opened up.

“I’m done with my three yearly wishes for me, my momma, and aunt Tania, but this year, I’d like to add one more wish.” He said.

“Go on, baby.” Stacy urged.

He clasped his palms again, saying…

“I wish to meet my father,”

The ladies gasped.

“Louis!” Stacy snapped angrily, pounding her palm on the table.

Then, Louis finished the wish…

“And kill him with my own hands for almost killing me in my mom’s womb, and for making mom cry.”

TBC.