Lawless – Episode 17&18

RECKLESS 2

Lawless – Episode 17&18

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[Book 2 in The Untamed Duet]

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The last time this happened was after their tango dance during the Mixer night in uni, so it’s safe to say it’s been centuries since any deep bodily contact between them.

She had always been setting barriers and keeping a distance,but this came as a shock, so even as he hugged her back, he was still trying to expel the shock off his system.

The two arms curled on the middle of her back, but the right palm eventually came up to her hair, stroking as she sobbed in his arms.

Thiago is still on the ground, still not standing. Not because he doesn’t want to, but because he can’t.

He hasn’t been sleeping for years now, and it even got worse when he arrived in this city two days ago, so his body is heavily packed with stress load that needs to be offloaded.

He entered shutdown mode, and his eyes began shutting bit by bit, but through the shadows of his webbed lashes, he could see them—hugging.

He saw how Stacy hugged him first, and a thorn pierced his chest, tore it into pieces.

He wants to stand up, yank Jeremy off her, then tie him to the back of a car and drag him around the city, then bound his tattered body to a stake and burn him when he’s still alive.

He wants to be the last person to hear Jeremy’s agonizing cries before Jeremy’s death, but he’s not gonna do that while laying low like this, right?

His webbed lashes finished webbing completely, and his eyes shut.

Stacy sniffled in Jeremy’s arms, the wounds on her wrists from the chair drags is so painful right now, and the blood from it stained Jeremy.

Even her ankles are bleeding.

Slowly, she spat out the cyanide pill, and it came out with little saliva, falling to the ground beside Jeremy’s.

“Are you ok?” Jeremy’s gentle voice came, and she badly wants to nod, but she can’t.

She feels sick, too stimulated. She’s having headache, and as a result of the too much perfume and aphrodisiac in the room she was locked in, her eyes are spinning.

She broke the hug, and she didn’t say a word to Jeremy before turning around, wanting to go for Louis.

She heard when Thiago was telling his rogues to take him to the other room, but immediately she turned, she saw him right there.

Louis stood by the wreckage, staring at Stacy and Jeremy blankly.

But he moved though.

Immediately Stacy saw him, he moved.

“Baby!” Stacy gasped, running to him too, her see-through singlet jumping on her body.

Louis literally jumped on her when she got to him, and she fell on her knees too, gathering him in a motherly, affectionate hug.

“He was going to really push me off the plane. His rogues were waiting for his orders to push me.” Louis said. “I might be greatly affected by the serum, but I was still conscious enough to know what was happening, but I knew I was gonna be fine. I knew you were gonna come for me, so I was calm.”

“Oh my love… I love you.” Stacy kissed his forehead deeply, and he smiled before kissing hers too.

“They left me in the second room, thinking the serum was still active in my system, but it already left my system in the plane, I was just playing them like it was still there. So I came out when I heard crashing sounds, and I saw the fight between him and Jeremy.” He said, his eyes darting to Jeremy who’s still standing behind, holding his bleeding stomach as his forehead bled into his face too.

Stacy turned, and when her eyes net Jeremy’s, she smiled subtly.

Jeremy returned it a little before she moved closer to him.

“You’re a Copycat, so your photographic memory only works for fight moves?” Louis said.

“It happens like that,” he nodded.

“Weird,” Louis sighed, staring at Jeremy’s bleeding tummy, head and lips.

Then, he looked down at Thiago’s body on the ground. “I want to kill him, but not now. Killing him when he’s on the ground would be low. I’m still waiting to grow up and be his end. For now, I’ll just play games with him.”

“What game?” Stacy blinked.

“You won’t understand,” Louis smirked, remembering the tiny device he planted at the entrance of the second room.

“Let’s leave, we have to get Jerry to the hospital.” Stacy said.

Louis didn’t argue. Stacy drove the car out of the wreckage, and they all got inside. Stacy proceeded to drive them off.

Meanwhile, in the core room, the rogues are getting impatient. Normally, it shouldn’t even take up to five minutes for Thiago to take Jeremy down, but it’s been thirty minutes already, and the fact that he locked them in here before going out only means he wants to handle everything himself.

If they go out without his permission, things might turn sour for them.

So…they waited, till thirty five minutes went by, and Eleven’s patience thinned.

“This ain’t normal,” He huffed, going for the window.

Ten pulled him back.

“He’s gonna get mad if we interrupt his process!”

“It’s been thirty five minutes, bitch! What businesses ever took him thirty five minutes?” Eleven glared. “I know you don’t care about him, you only care about the stupid son that’s an obstacle between him and his woman, and I know you did something with the plane network when we were inside just to keep him from calling to order the boy’s push!”

Ten’s arms fell.

“All those six years he locked you in a coffin with the medically induced coma isn’t enough for you? Seems you really wanna die this time. I’m different from you, Ten. Anything that’s not T or his woman, I’m not concerned about them. The child? He can go to hell.”

And with that, Eleven jumped out of the window.

Ten rested his palms on the windowsill, sighing. “Such a heartless motherfucker like T himself.”

He jumped out too, following Eleven, but when they got outside, they were too stunned to move for the first minutes as it rolled.

But their eyes are wide.

The wreckage—fallen wall and pillar. The blood, soaked rod, stones, and Thiago himself laying in a pool of blood in the middle of it all.

“T!!” Eleven yelled, rushing forward mindlessly.

“What the hell!” Ten muttered, taking off his jacket.

Eleven lifted Thiago slowly, and Ten wrapped the jacket around his wounded stomach.

“I am going to kill Jeremy with my own hands, I swear! I’m going to end him before T even wakes up!” Eleven threatened, pained to see Thiago down like this. It’s the first time ever.

He heaped Thiago on Ten’s back, and they carried him to the castle garage where they tucked him in a car.

Eleven drove them out, speedily to the first hospital he saw after a ten minutes blind drive.

Ten heaped Thiago on his back again, and Eleven shot to the air three times, scaring the doctors and nurses into hiding places.

Eleven dragged out one of the doctors and two nurses, gun to their heads as he ushered them to a corner ward with Thiago.

They were shaking as they tended to Thiago’s wound, and when one of the nurses shook too much, Eleven shot her down, dragged her body out and dragged in another nurse.

“Make one mistake! Just one!” Eleven spat. “And I won’t leave anyone alive here! And if he doesn’t wake up soon? I’ll burn this place down!”

While he made sure of perfect treatment for Thiago, Ten made sure no one called the cops.

“Do your work and make him wake up!!” Eleven yelled.

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[Another Hospital]

Stacy knew the rogues would try to take Thiago to a hospital too, and they’ll choose the nearest hospital to the castle considering the fact that his wounds are worse than Jeremy’s, so she drove Jeremy into the city.

Jeremy was strong enough to stay conscious till they got to Montana Family Hospital where Stacy trusts the doctors very well.

Jeremy was taken in on a stretcher, and that was when he lost consciousness

Stacy held Louis as she followed the stretcher, and when Louis saw the worry in her eyes, he couldn’t help but ask…

“Do you trust him?”

Stacy looked at him, smiling dryly. “I don’t trust anyone, but at least he didn’t try to push you off a plane like someone.” She said.

“I saw when the rogues were pushing someone off the plane, probably thinking the person was Jeremy cos he wore Jeremy’s clothes. He must have switched clothes with him. I hate to admit, but he’s smart.” Louis nodded.

Stacy stroked his cheek, and he took her wrists, staring at the chain wounds.

He called nurses to tend to the wounds, and they both stayed in front of Jeremy’s ward, hoping his treatment goes smoothly.

They didn’t wait for ten minutes before the guys rushed inside…

Led by Reid and Kane.

They all look genuinely relieved when they saw Stacy and Louis.

“They’re really here!” Tasha gushed, getting on her knees to hug Louis. Kehlani did the same thing, and Trinidad engulfed Stacy herself.

“I thought he did something terrible to you cos he loves settling scores. We were so scared we couldn’t even think straight throughout the time we spent at the estate road. Please you must stay safe at all times.” She sobbed emotionally.

“I will, trust me.” Stacy smiled, patting her back.

“Thanks to Jeremy who came back miraculously, we’d still be stuck waiting at the estate road,” Kehlani said, taking Stacy’s bandaged wrists.

“You’re hurt, did he do this?” Tasha asked, looking into Stacy’s eyes.

“With chains. I was chained, but I’m fine. It’s nothing.” Stacy said.

“That beast,” Trinidad muttered.

“How’s Jeremy?” Kane asked.

Stacy went closer to him and Reid.

“Y’all solved the case with Lynn’s death, and Jeremy was jailed for it. How are you still worried about him?” She asked.

“We’re not daft, Stacy,” Reid responded. “Fine, we really thought he did it that year, but years after that, doubts arose.”

“Doubts like?” Stacy asked.

“If Jeremy really wanted to take Dorian’s place as the metal god, there’d be no need to keep Dorian alive in the attic at his former apartment, he’d have killed Dorian completely. Also, the people who found the attic were people Jeremy had beef with in the past. Again, we had a talk with Matteo, and he flat out said his son was innocent. He told us the story, but at the end of the day, we’re just private investigators who only work when we’re paid, and Kaylee already became the President, so it was a no-go area. That’s why you don’t see Scott acting up cos of Jeremy’s release.” Kane explained.

“And now? What if Jeremy finds evidence to exonerate himself?” Trinidad asked suddenly.

“Then Kane will have to call Owen to this city and tackle the case with him cos as for me…” Reid faced Stacy. “I’m occupied with Stacy’s father’s case.”

Matteo ran into the hall, his two different shoes still intact, his face sweaty and chest pounding. He looks like a distressed husband.

“Matteo!” Stacy crossed him.

“Uncle Matteo?” Louis blinked.

“I heard…” Matteo skipped. “I heard he’s here.”

“Yeah, he’s—”

Stacy pointed at the ward, but she couldn’t finish when Anita barged into the hall arrogantly.

Her heels were sharp against the marble, and her presence choky as she advanced.

She didn’t deviate from that path, she came straight…

For Stacy.

Her hand went up, palm unfolding and coming down, but before she could slap Stacy, Kehlani and Tasha stepped in front of her, blocking her from touching Stacy.

Anita’s arm went down slowly.

“I was wondering why we haven’t been seeing you around, turns out you turned a bad leaf and you’re now the boss of your lane, but learn how to stay on that lane so you won’t fall!” Tasha snarled.

“Did you just try to slap her?” Kehlani chuckled. “Same Anita who was wiping floors and cooking meals and selecting clothes for Stacy six years ago? Humans are the biggest ick ever!” She smirked.

“My son is in this hospital only because of her! Tell her to get off my son’s life!!!” Anita yelled.

“Anita!!” Matteo snapped at her.

“You don’t talk to my mother like that!” Louis spoke up, glaring up at Anita beside Stacy.

“You should be telling your son to stay off my mum’s life cos he’s the one who kept coming, but you know what? Initially, I wanted him to stay off, but he doesn’t seem like a bad cookie, so now I want him around, and isn’t he like 30? Why the hell are you acting like he’s 12? Even my mom don’t do what you’re doing, how shameful.” Louis continued.

Anita’s jaws dropped completely.

Trinidad just smiled.

Stacy faced Anita squarely, their heights matching.

“I’m taking my son away from this hospital,” Anita muttered. “Don’t want bad energy around him.”

“Go on, do that…why are you announcing?” Stacy shrugged, dusting Anita’s fur blouse sleeve. “I just hope your hate for me is not because of what I’m thinking. Otherwise, I’ll drag it to hell.”

The doctors came out of the ward, all looking relieved.

“He’s stable now, he has left the critical line.” They reported.

“Jeremy is not allowed to be moved out of this hospital till his health improves. I’ll come see him tomorrow, and give me a call when he wakes up.” Stacy said.

“Of course, Miss.” The doctors nodded.

“Matteo, I’ll see you around.” Stacy smiled at the man.

“You take care,” he smiled back slightly.

Stacy took Louis’s hand, walking out with him. The girls followed, then Kane and Reid.

“Stacy!” Anita yelled.

No one turned.

“Stacy how dare you confine my son in your godforsaken family hospital? How dare you!!!!” Anita screamed, losing herself as she threw her purse away dramatically.

Matteo didn’t even talk to her.

He just entered the ward, leaving her displaying madness in the hall.

—

Outside, Kane was the first to leave.

He got in his car and left immediately they all got to the park.

Stacy stayed few minutes to answer the cops questions about Thiago’s location, and she described it as much as she could, concluding that only Jeremy has the clear direction, so they’ll have to wait for Jeremy to wake up before they get anything.

After the cops left, the girls got into Tasha’s car, planning to go meet Tania as Monroeville Hospital.

Kehlani nearly got in the car with them, but Reid pulled her back gently, waving at the girls in the car.

“Go without her, I’ll drive her.”

Trinidad didn’t wait anymore. She drove out of the hospital with Tasha and Stacy and Louis.

“What are you planning to do?” Kehlani rolled eyes at him, and he smiled heartily, not letting go of her slim wrist.

She didn’t object.

“I heard you and Stacy were suspended from the ice cos of the runway fight.” Reid said.

“And Tasha was suspended from her workplace in Canada too. Trinidad’s punishment is still pending.” She replied comfortably.

He nodded. “Generally, how’re you doing?”

“Better that good,” she shrugged as he caressed her wrist with his thumb.

“Boyfriend?” He asked.

“Are you for real? I have a fiance, not boyfriend, duh.” She lied.

Reid instantly let go of her wrist, and she folded that palm, but the look of disappointment on his face?

Its peak.

“Fiance?” He repeated like it’s his first time hearing that.

“Yeah, fiance. We’ve getting married in January.” She lied.

“Jan..uary? That’s next… month…” He stuttered, face stripped of the earlier excitement.

“Yeah. I’ll send you the invitation, I promise.” She smiled.

He gave her a pained look, then managed to smile and nod.

“Sure, of course.” He gulped. “Get in the car, I’ll drop you.”

She entered the car, maintaining that knowing smile. She’s enjoying this.

Reid bit himself on the tongue, letting the pain spread in his mouth before he entered the car with her.

How is she already engaged???

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[Baby Treatment]

At half past ten, Scott is still right there, staring at the cold dishes with weary, sad eyes.

He has read the menu close to hundred times, and as a result of his touchy-touchy with it, the letters are fading on his palm sweat.

His phone is on the table, and his hands are interlaced on his thighs as he stared at everything with disgust.

They now look like nonsense to him. A whole bunch of it.

He experienced getting stood up for the first time ever, and he has been trying to convince himself that it’s not true, but what other evidence is needed? He’s not gonna come.

He grabbed his phone and spranged up, ready to barge out, but his steps stopped before they could even start, cos that was when Kane rushed inside, his breathings reaching Scott’s ears despite their distance.

One would think he raced here instead of driving. He held the door hinge with his right hand, his chest constricting when he saw the pained, disappointed, sad look on Scott’s face.

Scott wasn’t ready to even talk, so he tore to the door, but Kane quickly locked the door, stopping him from exiting. “I can explain,”

“I don’t wanna hear it!” Scott stated angrily, wanting to flip the door open.

Kane held his shoulders, shoving him back as gently as possible.

“It was work. There was a kidnap, and didn’t want to leave Reid alone on the case.” Kane explained.

“Yeah but it was convenient to leave me all alone here like I meant nothing!” Scott shouted. “Honestly….why do you keep doing this? Giving me hope then the moment I cling to it, you snatch it away like you’ve been playing with me!” He continued hurtfully, tears gathering in his eyes already.

“Don’t do that!” Kane snapped, heart breaking. “Don’t cry again…don’t fuckin cry!”

“Why can’t I? Maybe I’m irritating cos you think I’m too emotional? I cry at the slightest things? No I don’t! I never cry in front of my friends! Not in front of my late dad even when he made me lay on glass, I never cried! I only ever feel these emotions in front of you and you’re taking it for granted!” Scott lamented, making sure the tears in his eyes isn’t falling.

“Scott….” Kane held his shoulders again, but Scott wasn’t having it cos he broke free again.

“What if someone got kidnapped? I’m selfish enough to not even want you to go there! Is it such a taboo to want to spend time with you? You’re so intolerable it’s sick!”

He went for the door again.

This time, Kane allowed it, but Scott was only able to open the door.

Kane took the frame from him and threw it shut, then he grabbed Scott by those shoulders again, slamming him on that door tightly.

Scott didn’t see it coming, cos in the next minute, his breaths left his body.

His eyes went wide when Kane’s lips crashed down on his own.

He stayed still, reducing the brightness of his eyes as Kane ate him, hungrily and angrily.

Within a minute, Scott’s lips went pale in Kane’s mouth.

He didn’t even mind if he wasn’t kissing back.

He did it alone, searching for a reaction which Scott refused to give. He stood like a robot, even when Kane bit his lip to make him kiss back….he didn’t respond.

Kane broke the kiss, popping Scott’s lips out of his mouth. His eyes opened, and his head went up to tower above Scott’s frame.

His breathings are still heavy, still raw, still hot. He searched Scott’s eyes for that answer too, but Scott was blank like his emotions suddenly died….

“I’m sorry, freckles. That’d be the last time. If I do it again, just don’t talk to me.” He whispered, cupping Scott’s jaws in his palm, raising his face.

“Why did you not pick my calls at least?” Scott finally talked.

“I didn’t know I had a ringing phone at first, and when I finally saw it, that was when Jeremy drove past, so we had to follow him.” Kane explained.

Scott inched up on his toes, kissing Kane slightly. He pulled at his bottom lip till it nearly tore off.

“You could have at least texted me when you knew you were gonna stay with Reid for the case.” He said.

“I did,” he brought out his phone, showing him the text.

• I’ll be late to dinner, Reid needs my help for a while.

It didn’t send, unfortunately.

Scott looked at him, and Kane tilted his head, tension swirling between them like rain clouds.

Their breaths went high at the same time, both inhaling each other’s scents, breathing each other in greedily as if they could smell pheromones from each other.

It was enough to cut through, but they both dived in when Kane dropped the phone on the floor.

The mobile scattered into pieces, and he immediately lifted Scott. With Scott’s legs around his waist, and his own palms on Scott’s arse, their lips found each other again.

The earlier kiss was crazy despite the fact that it was one-sided from Kane, so this one that involved the two? They gobbled each other.

Breaths raping, chests thumping, fingers moving across skins, heads going from side to side as their tongues fought for spaces in their mouths. They shared saliva, they shared yearning that has been locked up for years, emotions hard to quench.

Their lips refused to give way for each other, so they ended up biting, drawing blood, moaning.

Kane dropped Scott on the dinner table, and something inside of him wants to strip Scott naked and fuvk him against the table using the honey on the table as lube, but that can’t be tonight. Not when he just finished petting him.

Scott is like a baby with him, and he loves it that way, but he doesn’t kiss like a baby though, cos immediately he dropped him on the table, Scott’s lips came up again….

“Sin, I missed you…” Kane breathed freshly, heavily.

“I missed you too, crazy thing…. Dont ever leave again, or I’ll never forgive—”

Kane placed a finger on his lips, shutting him up.

“Don’t ever forgive me, it’s a deal…” He whispered, voice so low but Scott’s ears caught every word.

“My crazy thing,” his voice dropped lower…

“Damn, say that again,” Kane’s voice dropped another octave, his hands crawling into Scott’s shirt, caressing his nipples with needy eyes.

“My Crazy Thing,” Scott repeated, writhing against Kane’s touch.

“Yes, yours…” Kane growled, descending his lips down Scott’s lips again.

This time, it was a kiss of madness as all the dishes on the table rolled away to the floor.

Arms on bodies, tongue on tongue, fluids mixing affectionately.

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[Monroeville Hospital]

Kehlani literally tiptoed into the ward, expecting to meet Tania’s eyes open in bed, and she wasn’t disappointed.

Tania’s eyes are open, though she’s still lying down.

Frank and Remo are by her right side. Frank left the estate road and came back to join Remo here since 5, actually.

By the left side of the bed, the girls are there plus Louis. He’s sitting directly in bed, right beside Tania who’s stroking his hair.

“Babe!!” Kehlani screamed, entering happily and throwing off her shoes.

“They said you were talking to Reid!” Tania laughed, so full of energy surprisingly.

“He dropped me and left!” Kehlani quipped, raising the cover from Tania’s legs.

They’re still bandaged.

“I’ll be able to start practicing walking with clutches tommorow,” Tania said. “The doctor said within a week, I should be balanced.”

“No more wheelchair?” Kehlani gasped, covering her mouth.

“Bîtch, no more!” Stacy gushed.

“The ugly chair is gone for good!” Trinidad laughed.

“I’m so fuckin happy!” Tasha stroked Tania’s hair.

“Me too,” Tania chuckled. “You should thank Remo, he wasn’t a bad companion. He was fun when he was with me.” She confessed.

“Remo was fun? Seriously? He didn’t bore you to death with talks about how many oldies he has fucked?” Stacy said with blinks.

“Do you actually think I’m that much of a low-thinker?” Remo raised his brows, his stare empty.

“We all know how you are, duhh…” Kehlani raised her digits.

“Well thanks,” Tasha smiled.

“You’re welcome,” Frank nodded.

“I was talking to Remo!” Tasha frowned.

“I came here at 5 and stayed some hours with her too, bitch.” Frank said.

“Thank you, Remo.” Tasha faced Remo, ignoring Frank.

Frank hissed, dragging Remo up.

“Club is calling, dude. We’ve spent enough time with em.” He said.

Remo didn’t say no…

“Don’t forget what I told you,” he told Tania before leaving with Frank.

“What did he tell you?” Trinidad asked.

“I’ll keep this tea for myself alone!” Tania laughed, and Stacy poked her cheek hard.

“Ou!” Tania winced with a chuckle.

“Stacy’s phone buzzed, and Louis passed it to her.

It’s from Vogue directly.

Her first photoshoot is tommorow morning.

“Photoshoot with your wrists and ankles like that?” Tania said.

“Makeup will cover it…” Stacy nodded.

“They better get you a Manager,” Trinidad said.

“Shit, I hope Thiago never gets a moment of rest wherever the hell he is till he repents.” Tania said.

“Now this is the Tania we subscribed for!” Kehlani laughed.

Tania grinned out, and they began doing what they do best…

Pictures.

Louis served as the photographer.

—

[Elite2 Hotel, 11PM]

Dorian said he had to go live with DIAMONDS from 8 to 10:30.

He spent two hours, thirty minutes with them, but Elmira was too eager to discuss her plights with him, so she came to the hotel before 8.

Now the meeting is not in the dinner room anymore, it’s in the bedroom in a suit booked by Dorian himself.

She wore a silk sleep-robe, and it was swirling with the air as she paraded the suite, taking pictures to post later if this eventually clicks.

She’s already imagining herself on the cover of Geng. Before her mum would have a solution, she’d have gotten a solution.

No idea why Dorian wants to see her again, but she’ll make tonight about herself. She won’t mind sleeping with him to get what she wants.

After all, she slept with many directors to get to the top of the modelling industry today.

After parading the suite for what looks like forever, she sat in bed and began scrolling through her phone… IG.

Zendaya made a post ten minutes ago. She’s in Remo’s Slut-house.

After Roxy’s exhibition ended at 7, they had left the Skyscraper together. Who knew Zendaya would go clubbing without telling them?

“That snake,” Elmira grunted.

Her head shot up fast when she heard the door opening.

Dorian stepped inside, multiple chains dangling on his neck, making noise as his shoe closed the door.

“Finally!” Elmira stood, impatiently yanking off the jacket of her robe, leaving her in just the singlet and tights.

She turned around, did a little twerking, then smiled widely at him. “Figured out you needed that.”

Dorian stood where he stood, watching her, staring obscenely…

He already stripped her with his eyes, and he’s already looking at her nakedness in his head.

How fleshier would she be naked?

Her carnal knowledge registered in his head, and he let a predatory smile paint his lips.

Elmira wondered why he’s not moving. She wondered why he just stood there, watching her like that.

Is he here to tell her off?

Did he suddenly lose interest?

She got her answer when the suit lights suddenly went off, plunging everywhere into bitter darkness.

Elmira froze in the dark…

“What’s going….ahghh!!!!!”

Her words turned to screams when rough hands grabbed her in the dark.

Dorian’s hands.

It only took little effort before he tore her singlet and shorts off her body, and throughout, Dorian was laughing.

Darkly. Sickly.

His laughter mixed terribly with the darkness, shaking her mind.

She screamed, but she was slapped, punched, elbowed.

Her lips bursted, her nose bled, her throat seemed to gum.

Her body fell heavily on the matteress, and her arse nearly bursted with the roughness and brutality. Her p+xy expanded, so much cos he didn’t insert his c+k.

He inserted a fruit in her coochie.

A long, fat, cucumber.

And at the same time, he entered his cóvk into her arsehole, filling the two holes at the same time.

She tried screaming again, but her voice disappeared into the mattress.

Her tears poured as her two holes got raped at the same time.

She choked.

—

[Battery Slut-house – 12AM]

Clits on lips, covks on tongues, breàsts between teeth. The normal protocol is the order of the night.

Rap music, dollar bills, strippers on the table and clouds of smokes, forming a sinful cacophony with the expensive neon lights.

It’s the darkest corner in this city, and it’s operating just like every other night.

Just that tonight, Zendaya is in the middle of the club, sipping beer from a cup while lip syncing to the rap songs playing.

Max wanted them to meet here at 12, and she didn’t even argue. The club does close till 4am anyways, so if they’re gonna fuck each other, they have four hours.

She’s gonna f+k him out of her system then focus on getting Louis.

She was grinning and fishing comments online when she received a low buzz on her phone.

Max: To the private room 4.

She stood, took her bag and proceeded to the number he gave her. It was so easy to locate, and her face gave her easier access in the middle of the clubbing crowd.

People made way for her, and she took a deep breath when she arrived at the door of the room.

She pushed it open, and Max spranged up from the bed where he sat in anticipation.

His anticipation ran dry immediately he saw her though. His face flattened.

“Zendaya?”

Zendaya said nothing, she only placed her bag on a couch and untied the tiny rope in front of her cropped top. The top fell free from her skin, and her tits went free.

“Zendaya what the f+k!” Max pointed a finger forward. “Cover up! I wouldn’t tell you to come if I knew it was you!” He shouted.

He expected Kehlani, but now this?

Zendaya was silent.

She only proceeded to taking off her skirt too, tearing it away with her undies.

Max was still pointing his finger forward when he witnessed her full nakedness.

The finger wilted and went down slowly, his eyes widening.

“Zendaya?”

“Of course, you like it…” She walked over to him, each step purposeful and planned till she arrived and slammed a palm to his chest, giving him a push.

He fell in bed like there’s no bone connecting his tissues, and she straddled him.

She pulled his shirt apart in the front, scattering buttons everywhere before she peeled the shirt out of his body.

“You realize Elmira is gonna kill you if she finds this out, right?” He muttered, scoffing.

“If you think I’m scared of Elmira, you should rethink…” She replied.

That was the last straw.

Max flipped her, down to the bed before coming on top.

His dead cóvk rubbed her entrance, and she mewled against the softness.

—

[Roxy’s Art Skyscraper]

The exhibition ended since 7, but Roxy is still here after sending her staffs home.

Surprisingly, her Macau patron—Kazuma Ryuzaki is still here.

According to the him, he wants to receive a visitor here, so he’s still waiting, still waiting behind the curtain in the dim room.

Japanese guards are surrounding the room in calculated positions, and they look like animals on prowls, ready to pounce at any discomfort.

Roxy sat by the other side of the curtain, but despite the curtain between them, she could smell his weed in the air.

A large blunt is resting between his lips on the other side of the curtain cos his fedora hat covered half of his face, leaving out the lips.

Roxy’s art piece is with him on that other side too. Of course he won the auction and got it at 2.5B.

Roxy allowed the smokes to die down before clearing her throat…

“I told you I had a favor to ask, sir.”

“Go on,” the thick, intimidating voice of Kazuma replied blandly from the other end.

“There’s a girl, her name is Stacy Montana. She’s really overstepping her boundaries with me and my friends—”

“Stacy Montana is not to be touched,” his voice came from the other end, cutting Roxy off.

She frowned.

“What!?”

“Stacy Montana is not to be touched. You heard me, Roxy.” His voice came through again, clearer.

Roxy gasped.

“Kazuma!” A different but authoritative voice bursted into the room, and Roxy spranged up.

Turning around, she was shocked to see Madame Morano, Italian most successful and most dangerous businesswoman.

She stood there with her own guards too, looking as scary as ever.

She’s the visitor Kazuma said he was expecting?

Roxy quickly stepped out of the room, her chest slamming.

Why would Madame Morano be visiting Kazuma?

And why did Kazuma tell her Stacy Montana isn’t to be touched?

—

[Next Morning, Trinidad’s Place]

Trinidad let a big yawn fall from her mouth when she stepped out of her car at the park.

She’s so fuckin tired she could use a really good sleep right now, but she has been called back to work by her father this morning.

She’ll have to go help him till noon. At noon, she’ll visit her computer empire, and in the evening, she has to go for her football training.

Today is gonna be very long despite yesterday’s stress.

“Damn, I wanna die…” She muttered, yawning again, but seeing the lights are on made her eyes blink.

How?

She left them off before leaving the house two days ago.

And this gave her a hunch.

Thiago.

He’s inside?

Why would he even come here again???

She opened the door with her sneaker, barging inside with plans to pounce on him maybe they’ll kill each other, but instead, she saw a different back view at the dinning.

The person stood by the dinning, closing the sugar box gently.

Fine, this person is effing tall, but Thiago is tall as a pole no one would compete with the tallness of that bastard in this city and beyond.

So this ain’t Thiago, so….

Who….

Then her nose caught the scent of freesias, and her eyes widened.

Her heart skipped too many beats within that one second.

Her lips went apart.

“Trevor?”

Ge turned, and the skipping of her heart turned too sporadic she began breathing through her mouth.

She had to cover the mouth with her palm go stop her screaming from coming out.

He’s mad different.

Mad,mad different.

He’s taller than her now, matured with broader chest and masculine sense of dressing.

His face spread into a really wide smile, and his palms fisted.

His mind was racing too, competing with the beating of his heart.

“T-girl,” he called fondly.

She didn’t speak.

Her legs literally lifted on their own, and tears fell off her eyes unexpectedly as she did a sickening run. Trevor didn’t stay still.

He broke into a run too.

They ran into each other, and his arms widened when she jumped at him like a kid.

He held her laps, going around in a spot as her shoulder-length hair swirled beautifully.

Her tears stained his neck skin, and he swirled her again, his eyes a pool of emotions as he wrapped her inside his chest, literally.

Compared to him now, she’s tiny.

They didn’t say anything.

The silence was the filler they both needed. The silence was enough for now.

The silence is golden, and they cherished it for that moment.

Trevor smiled widely again, inserting his fingers in her hair, reach her scalp.

He caressed…

—

[Montana Mansion]

Surprisingly, the ice called Stacy and Kehlani back to tournament. They’ll be resuming practices next week.

Also, she’s planning to reopen her dad’s media house next week. It’s hightime she started listening to her friends about choices.

Reid also said it’s best she opened the media, and she’s considering it.

And, today is her first Vogue photoshoot, so things will get hectic from now on.

Her doctor just left after retreating her ankles and wrists, and now she’s in front of the mirror, checking out her face if she’s good to go.

She doesn’t need makeup, the artists will take care of at at the studio.

Behind her, Louis sat in bed, watching her silently.

A side of his mind is with her, and the other side is with the device he planted in Thiago’s territory.

He needs a laptop or phone to check it out, but his mum would legit pass out if he held a laptop or phone in front of her.

He needs a plan.

He’s not going to school, maybe not anymore. Stacy plans to homeschool him from now on.

She finished up in front of the mirror, and her phone buzzed up with a call from Reid.

“Yes?” She picked up.

“It has been traced back to Australia….the bullet.” He reported.

“Australia..??” Stacy frowned.

“I managed to get the list of patrons for the bullets on the day your father was killed, and there’s really a Japanese lady who bought them. She’s a Japanese, but she stays in Australia. We don’t have a name cos the company refused to give us one, but I’m working on finding it out. I’ll keep giving you the updates as I get them together.” Reid explained.

“Does that mean we’re close to finding out?” Stacy gulped.

“Calm down, Stacy. I got you. Just reopen your dad’s media like I advised. Leave the rest to me.” Reid continued.

“I hear you,” Stacy sighed.

“By the way, congratulations on your upcoming engagement.” Reid added, hanging up.

Stacy frowned, wondering what that meant, then she received a text notification from Glitz group.

Kehlani: Did anyone else see the engagement news?

Tasha: Engagement to Dorian Wesley next week? This better be a joke!

Stacy minimized the group and went online.

It’s everywhere.

Number one trending news in the world.

President Kaylee Wesley herself announced the engagement of her only son Dorian Wesley to Stacy Montana, and the world is already going bunkers about it.

“Delusional,” Stacy hissed.

Ten minutes later, she left the house with her son, and as they got in the car together, her mind went to Jeremy, and at the same time, her phone buzzed up again.

It’s Jeremy’s doctor.

“Is he up?” Stacy asked immediately.

“Not yet, but when he does, I’ll surely ring you.” The doctor replied.

“Great,” Stacy hung up, driving out of the estate.

Secretly, Louis took her phone.

—

[Montana Family Hospital]

Matteo and Anita seems like they’re in a competition of who the better parent is since last night.

None of them has left Jeremy’s bedside, and none slept.

Since the doctors are refusing his transfer to another hospital, Anita has decided to stay rooted here till he’ll wake up.

She won’t speak to Matteo, and Matteo isn’t interested in speaking to her either.

Anita is currently by the second wall of the ward, speaking to Mr. Brown on phone.

“I need her gone, like completely! She even had the balls to trap my son in her family hospital? A child I watched grow?”

“I need to meet you, stop pushing our meeting forward… I need to…”

And that was when Jeremy’s eyes opened in bed.

“Jeremy!” Matteo spranged up.

Anita ended the call and moved closer to the bed…

“Jeremy!”

By the door, Angela made sure she hid herself well as she peeped inside. She has been here since last night, watching his health.

Seeing he’s awake, she smiled.

—

[Thiago’s Hospital]

The hospital is still in silence. Doctors and nurses at gunpoint.

Eleven has killed two nurses and a doctor cos they were too sluggish, and now everyone is coordinated to avoid getting bulleted.

Thiago is in bed, still unconscious, but not for long, cos at exactly 9am, his eyes opened.

Those red eyes took in the light of the day without blurring, and he immediately sat up, holding his tummy with a groan.

“T!” Eleven got up.

“You’re back!” Ten stood, too.

“News,” Thiago groaned again, stretching his legs down from the bed. He’s shirtless.

“Shelby relaunched OBSCURE as hers, and she’ll soon feel what you planned. Dorian Wesley is on the lookout for you. The idiot wants you you write him a song. Kaylee Wesley announced the engagement of Dorian with Stacy just this morning. The engagement is coming up next week.” Eleven read straight.

A thin line formed between Thiago’s brows as he frowned at nothing in particular.

He took his palm away from his tummy, only to see the bandage is bloody. His wound is bleeding.

“You didn’t dress the wound well?” Eleven faced the nurse who dressed it. “Wench! You didn’t?”

Before Ten could stop him, he shot down the nurse.

Thiago didn’t even act like he heard it.

If anything, that gunshot sound is therapy for him right now.

He nearly talked again, but his working laptop buzzed on the second bed.

It’s normal to make that buzz when there’s an alert.

Ten actually went back to the castle to get it this morning cos it’s connected to the walls.

Ten passed the laptop to Thiago, and Thiago opened it…

It’s a video call alert.

With the frown still intact between his brows, he clicked ACCEPT, and an unexpected face appeared on screen immediately.

The frown on Thiago’s face disappeared, replaced by something out of human understanding.

Cos right there…on screen.

There’s Louis, staring at him.

“Do something for me,” Louis talked, clearly but grippy.

“Little bastard, you’re abusing the use of my genes in you. You planted a big on my wall?” Thiago smirked.

“Do something for me, I’m still talking.” Louis repeated.

“What would that possibly be?” Thiago’s smirk deepened.

“Go to BBC news, and apologize to my mother in the news on your knees. ” Louis declared.

TBC