RECKLESS 2
Lawless – Episode 23&24
→ Chain•Of•Obsession ←
[Book 2 in The Untamed Duet]
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Stacy didn’t stop.
He’s in front of the car?
F+k that.
On his knees?
He did that six years ago too but ended up commiting worse crimes.
Tear from his left eye?
His half-sister said it in the letters that he’d do anything.
This deceptive bastard would even cry like he’s doing right now.
So…she continued zooming.
Luckily, Jeremy’s arms pushed Thiago off the path before she could run him over, and Stacy drove out of the park.
Jeremy stood from where he crouched down at, and his arm grabbed his stomach.
The bandage is slightly bloody already. The wound must have opened up when he jumped.
Thiago stood from the ground. That lone tear already dried up from his left eye, like it never happened.
Jeremy walked up to him, his eyes stabbing Thiago, literally.
“You’ll never change, will you?” He scoffed. “You’ll remain self-centered till death! Never seeing things from the perspective of others. Why the fûck would you jump in front of her car when she was already driving? If I hadn’t pushed you and she ran you over, and you died, then the world will blame her again, and you’ll be the hero who died in her hands, right? She’ll end up in jail for killing a wanted criminal!” He spat.
“Think you have the right to talk to me?” Thiago smiled deviously. “The only thing you should do when you see me is think about how comfortable a coffin would be for you compared to this world.”
“I don’t care what you do to me, actually. Come for me after I take care of my enemies. By then, if I don’t take my own life, then I’ll gladly give it to anyone who wants it even if it’s you, but from now on? You’ll stay off Stace’s lane just the way I’ll stay off too. The last thing she needs right now is two poisonous males in her life.” Jeremy said.
Thiago looks speechless afterwards, and Jeremy moved towards his car, but immediately he opened the door, he looked back.
“You should get a book and learn about human emotions. You can’t feel any emotion, not even anger. The rage you’ve been feeling towards me or Shelby ain’t anger, it’s destructive tendency. You feel destruction, not anger, that’s why whenever you feel it, you either kill or ruin things till they go beyond repair. That’s not a feel, It’s a mental disorder.”
“Go learn how to feel real anger, love, pain, sadness, happiness, and the rest of the emotions. Start from there, maybe you’ll feel more human. Or remain the way you are, and the world keeps spinning.”
Jeremy entered his car after saying that, and he drove off.
Thiago stood there, like his legs have been frozen with the polished cobblestones.
He stared at Jeremy’s car taillights till it dimmed out of sight.
Yet, his concentration didn’t waver.
“Emotions,” Kazuma’s voice said behind him, and he still didn’t turn till the man appeared in front of him.
“Do you even know what it means? Emotions? You were born without any, and that’s the major reason your father loved you so much before you killed him, and I’m still glad you killed him cos…if Nathan were still alive till now, you’d be far worse than this. You’d probably be bathing with human blood right now.”
Thiago’s lips pressed.
“You came here to ask me to withdraw my collaboration with Jeremy, right?” Kazuma continued. “Well I can’t. Even the connection I had with your dead father won’t make me break my collaboration with Jeremy cos…he’s like my adopted son.”
“You should go hone your skills, and get ready for Shelby. We both know her blindness makes her anger insurmountable. I’m sure she’s already planning a comeback….”
The Japanese guards began leading Kazuma to his car afterwards, and as he walked, he talked…
“You should go learn emotions. At least, stop hating on your son and stop wanting him dead. If you continue wanting to kill him, then I won’t mind killing you too.”
He entered his car, and he was driven away immediately.
Thiago jumped into his own car too, breathings too heavy.
He grabbed the wheel like he was gonna break it in two…
Destructive tendency.
He quickly let go of the wheel and calmed for two minutes before grabbing it again, driving off.
Inside, Roxy and Zendaya are back in Roxy’s office, and Elmira is now with them.
She arrived an hour ago.
While the other two look like they’ve been beaten, Elmira gave them questioning looks from her chair.
“You both ok? Why am I smelling grief in the air?” She sniffed the air. “Did someone die?”
“We just finished serving Stacy!!!” Zendaya yelled suddenly.
“Serving Stacy?” Elmira stood, dropping her phone when she sensed how serious this is.
“Kazuma, the mafia man made us set the table! I didn’t wanna go, but Roxy said we could lobby for connection with it, so I went, and then Stacy and Thiago and Jeremy arrived as the guests of the dinner! The worse part? I was dragged out by his guards eventually!” Zendaya flared.
“What!” Elmira gasped, measuring her loudness so she won’t wet the pad in her panty.
“Roxy, talk to me!” She shouted.
But Roxy just remained seated, gripping her kneecaps very tight as she replayed the table setting scene over and over in her head.
—
[Montana Mansion]
Louis would never go to bed if he doesn’t see Stacy, so Kehlani just left him alone.
He’s scribbling in his large diary again, laying on his stomach somewhere in the living room.
Kehlani sat on the couch behind him, and she’s holding his call phone, checking it out.
It’s not working again. Looks like someone removed something from it.
“Why is your phone suddenly down?” She asked.
“It fell,” he replied without looking up. “Don’t ask again.”
“It fell? And you haven’t repaired it on your own? Are you lying about the fall?” Kehlani gave him a look.
He glanced up, sighing.
“Aunt K, can we watch horror?”
“Nah. Your mum specifically said No Horror!” She rolled eyes. “Fine, I’ll stop asking about your call phone.”
“Good,” he smiled before turning back to his diary.
Kehlani went back to her own phone, deciding to give the twins a call and ask how it’s going at the hospital, but she was on IG before she dropped the phone earlier.
When she tried minimizing it, she saw something. She clicked back, and her mouth widened.
It’s Reid.
Reid has an IG account?
Algorithm can be a great gossiper.
But that’s not the problem.
The problem is the girl in the pictures with him. He obviously visited Remo’s club an hour ago, and he posted a picture of his drunk self with a stripper hanging beside him.
His arm is on the stripper’s shoulder, and it looks like he’s whispering things to her ear in all of the pictures.
“Unbelievable!” She spranged up from her chair, but then she remembered she actually told him she was getting married next month.
“Even though!” She hissed, sweating slightly on the brows.
And a car drove into the compound, but judging by the sound, it’s not Stacy’s.
Louis’s ears recognizes all the sounds of Stacy’s car. He’d be up right now if it was Stacy.
Kehlani went to the door, flung it open, and Reid’s face appeared at the threshold.
“Reid?”
“Is Stacy home?” He asked, stepping into the foyer.
Kehlani couldn’t give him a reply before Stacy’s car drove into the compound.
Louis stood, rushing to the door, but when Stacy came out of her car, the six eyes widened.
Stacy is barefoot, face wet with tears, dress soaked too.
She rushed past the three of them, and they went after her on top of the staircase, but they couldn’t catch up cos she entered her room and slammed the door shut.
“Stacy! I came to tell you that Mio shot your father. I didn’t sign up for your tears! What’s wrong!” Reid pounded the door.
“Barbie!” Kehlani pounded too. “You’re keeping us on edge, what’s going on!”
“There’s a spare key,” Louis said quickly, going downstairs to find it.
Inside the room, Stacy didn’t do anything in the bedroom, she just proceeded to the bathroom, turned on the shower and got under it.
She sat on the bare bathroom floor, crying her eyes out.
She’s losing her mind, body and soul. If this were a fantasy show, this is the part where she’d turn to dust and fade with the air.
She buried her face in her propped knees, letting the tears out as much as her nose is also running.
If she had listened to Shelby six years ago and broke off her relationship of lies with Thiago, Shelby wouldn’t have agreed for Mio to snipe down her father. If Shelby hadn’t agreed, then Mr. Brown would have found another Sniper, and that Sniper might have missed.
Her father might still be alive.
And she was impregnated because he wanted to punish her with pains?
Gawd.
She cried harder, her running nose nearly entering her mouth, but thanks to the running shower which washed it off.
Louis entered the bathroom, and she quickly turned away from him, but he knelt behind her and pulled her shoulder gently.
“Sweetheart,” he called.
She shook her head, refusing to turn as the shower began wetting him too.
“Didn’t you say that I was your kryptonite? You wouldn’t keep anything from me. You wouldn’t cry in silence, laugh alone or stay sad alone. Aren’t you going back on the promises?” He whispered.
He only had to wait a single minute after those words before Stacy turned around, slowly.
“I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to see me broken this way.”
“We’re all broken, the gap is just different from each other…” He wisely said, moving closer on his knees. He hugged her.
Stacy engulfed him too, and he began rubbing her back, slowly.
“I love you,”
“I love you,”
He was chanting it as he rubbed her back, and she calmed an inch per ten minutes, slow and ticking.
“Will she be fine?” Reid asked Kehlani by the door.
“Her son is in there with her, so yes.” Kehlani nodded.
“I’ll stay downstairs till she’ll be ready to talk.” Reid said, going for the staircase.
“Hey!” Kehlani suddenly called out, and he looked back expressionlessly.
She wants to ask about the striper in the picture, but she stopped it.
“Nevermind.” She smiled awkwardly.
Reid returned downstairs.
Kehlani backed the door.
—
[Wolfe Mansion]
Tonight ain’t like the other nights where Matteo spends the night in his repair garage.
He’s home, majorly cos of the cold cos it’s been snowing lately since it’s nearing mid-December.
Also because he wants to confront Anita, but Anita isn’t giving him face, as usual.
She finished receiving massage from the massage chair and walked out of the room nonchalantly, meeting Matteo by the door.
She didn’t even pretend to see him. She walked past, but Matteo followed.
“I won’t be a guest to your rant show tonight, Matteo.” She said.
“What’s the history behind your haircare company startup?” Matteo asked away.
She halted, brushing her hair with her fingers as she turned around to face him, smirking. “Are you still doing all of these cos of that Stacy girl? Don’t worry, she’ll die soon and follow her dad, so you’ll stop worrying.”
“What do you mean!” Matteo grabbed her by the arms.
She tore herself away crankily, and the main door flew open. Jeremy entered, climbed the staircase two at once till he arrived at their midst and grabbed Anita by her throat.
The grab at her office was tight, but this one’s mercilessly killing. She stopped breathing immediately he held her, and her face reddened as her lungs begged for air.
“Jeremy!” Matteo pulled him, but Jeremy used his right leg to push Matteo away.
Matteo fell, and Jeremy have Anita his full attention again.
“You worked with Mr. Brown and his daughter and Kaylee? You gave them the easiest target point at the event where Stacy’s father was killed? You worked with Kaylee? Same woman who put me in this same situation!!! How could you!!!!”
He threw Anita away like she weighed a piece of tissue, and the woman rolled to the staircase where she continued rolling down.
Matteo was smart to go after her. He luckily was able to hold her gown, using it to hold her still so she won’t land on the marble and crack her head. Anita has no breaths in her lungs anymore, but she’s still conscious enough to hear what Jeremy said, and her eyes are wide.
How did he find out???
Red neck, red eyes, red face and non-existent breaths. She’s near-death, but she’s still looking up at him in shock.
“The only reason you’re not in the police custody is because I don’t have an evidence yet. But I’ll get my hands on the evidence and nail you to the cross myself if that’ll be the last thing I do!” Jeremy promised, then jumped over the parents.
“I’ll make you pay, accordingly.”
And with that, he left the house.
Matteo slowly stood from where he crouched beside Anita too.
He didn’t say anything, but the disappointed look in his eyes? It’s heavy he could go blind with the weight right now.
He went down, shedding tears.
“Why?” He muttered to her face. “Because I abandoned you? Is that why you severed the hands that fed you? Albert was nice to you! Stacy was nice to you!” He yelled.
“I don’t care!!!!” She growled, standing on her feet before pointing a finger at him. “Try raising twins alone as a single mother, then you’ll understand where I’m coming from!”
She ran upstairs, and Matteo ended up sitting on the lowest staircase, nodding as he cried.
—
[Thiago’s Castle]
In the core room, Thiago is with his rogues, again.
Not the holograms he watches alone this time.
Not the trapped-in-his-own-head moments.
He’s actually carrying them along.
On the wall, there’s a drawing of Shelby’s brain made by Thiago, and they’re standing in front of it, studying.
“If Shelby is gonna retaliate, she’ll throw the world in disarray first and give them something to worry about, then she’ll come for you.” Eleven said brilliantly.
“It’s either she tampers with the world electricity, or release toxic gas to the atmosphere and kill people, or open a dam or something. She’ll do anything to keep the world busy so when she comes for you, the government won’t even have time to look at you both.” Ten said.
“She won’t open a dam. If she does, it might go beyond her control. As much as she hates to admit it, she loves control, too.” Thiago replied.
“Then, dam is crossed out…” Eleven cancelled it.
“And she won’t mess with toxic gas cos she’s blind, and her nose is sensitive, so no matter where she hides after releasing the gas, she’ll still perceive it. That’s like killing herself.” Thiago said.
“Gas is crossed out too…” Ten cancelled it on the wall.
“Electricity,” Thiago sighed. “She’s blind, of course she’ll want to throw the whole world in the dark too….”
“Bingo,” Eleven nodded.
“Go on with the backup plan. In the end, she’ll be the one coming to this Los Angeles to meet me.” Thiago ordered clearly.
“Sure,” Eleven nodded.
“And before it starts, Set the meeting with Dorian for tomorrow. Capture the idiot and let’s give America a little show. Also, Remo. He must be thinking I forgot about how he ordered Trevor’s capture six years ago. I never forget…”
“You want Remo taken?” Ten asked.
“Capture him. He’ll be dying with Dorian.”
“Sure,” Eleven nodded again.
He was the first to go out, and when Ten made to follow…
“You better be loyal to the end, or you won’t end well.” Thiago said.
Ten turned, gave Thiago a confused look before exiting too.
Thiago faced the wall, trying very hard to push Stacy’s teary face away from his head.
He typed five words on a screen.
Anger
Love
Pain
Sadness
Happiness
He stared at them for what looked like forever before wiping them.
—
[Next Morning, Montana Mansion]
Reid ended up spending the night here…on the couch.
Same with Kehlani, but she slept in the extra bedroom upstairs.
She’s already downstairs, sitting and watching TV quietly when Reid woke up.
He woke up to meet a blanket covering him already, and he just knew it was Kehlani.
“Thank you,” he appreciated as he pulled it off.
Kehlani nodded at him, the awkwardness between them so palpable, so heated.
The sound of four footsteps on the staircase made the two of them look up, and their smiles formed when they saw Stacy descending with Louis hanging on her right hand.
“Stacy!” Kehlani ran to meet her. “You ok?”
“As you can see. I’ll always be fine so far I have my bundle of joy with me.” Stacy smiled, pulling Louis’s head to her chest fondly.
“Right,I was so scared last night.” Kehlani pouted.
“Sorry,” Stacy whispered.
“Glad you’re now fine. It’s alright to cry.” Reid said.
“Thanks Reid,” she nodded. “I already knew Mio is my dad’s killer even before you came.”
“You knew?” He blinked.
She nodded.
And twenty minutes later, they’re all sitting at the dinning including Louis. Stacy told them everything she heard from Kazuma.
“Zendaya? Like Zendaya and her father and the US President worked together???” Kehlani spranged up, eyes wider than ever.
“Damn, humans should go extinct at this point and animals like Kaylee Wesley, Zendaya and her dad should be left all alone in the world…” Reid nodded.
“Add Dorian to that list. He’s a motherfucker too.” Stacy said.
“Why the fûck would Zendaya do that!” Kehlani shouted.
“Why else? Cos of Cove.” Stacy shrugged.
“And Shelby agreed for Mio to do the snipping also because you refused to leave Thiago?” Kehlani said.
Stacy nodded.
“These are all just words on the tongue, we need solid evidence against these people. I’ll find evidence.” Reid stood.
“You won’t find nothing, Reid.” Stacy said flatly.
He frowned.
“They were careful, so you won’t find nothing. Jeremy is working against Kaylee and Dorian, so I’ll just leave those two for now and focus on Mio. Her sniper rifle has a camera lens like I heard. She records every of her shots, so maybe if we steal her rifle, we’ll find evidence against her. And as for Anita, I’m sure she’s not aware that there was a hidden camera in her room when she was still here. The camera probably captured how she took the call to bag with Zendaya.”
“And Mr. Brown himself?” Kehlani asked.
“He was in jail when he met with Zendaya and Kaylee to make the plan. I’ll have to talk some officers and see if we can get footages, but it won’t be easy.” Reid said.
“Exactly what I said,” Stacy nodded.
“I’ll call Owen with myself, and we’ll do it together, but I’ll start work today even before Owen appears.” Reid nodded.
“So who’s gonna go to Australia and steal Mio’s rifle camera?” Kehlani asked.
“I’ll do it,” Stacy said.
“What!” Kehlani and Reid chorused.
Instantly, Stacy’s phone made a low sound on the table.
She picked it up. There are two new notifications.
First one is from….
Australia.
• Have you learnt your lesson enough? Do you hate Thiago enough to kill him now? Reply YES with a voice note immediately you see this message, and I’ll fly down to LA to make plans with you.
“It’s Shelby,” Stacy looked up.
“Answer it,” Reid immediately said.
“Work with Shelby? That devil?” Kehlani held Stacy’s hand.
“The bottom line is; she’s coming down to LA, and she’ll come with Mio.” Stacy said.
“That’s right, so you don’t have to fly to Australia anymore.” Kehlani nodded slowly.
Stacy pressed down the voice icon before saying…
“YES.”
She sent the note and sighed.
“Is it starting slowly? The war?”
“You can say that again,” Reid smiled.
Stacy clicked on the second message. It’s from Vogue.
Her first photoshoot is out.
She checked the commercials, and she smiled widely when she saw she did not only occupy the magazine cover but also the billboard, and the LED in front of the Vogue skyscraper.
She’s in airports too, in bus stations, train stations.
They must have done it overnight. She’s everywhere with her son.
“Wait…I like them!” Louis gushed, taking her mum’s phone to start scrolling through the pictures which are all silver in his eyes.
“Told you, you’ll like it…” Stacy smiled widely at him.
“The American Beauty Pageant profile submission is still ongoing?” Stacy asked.
“It has been ongoing for several months now, and it ends today. The Pageant itself is next month. Don’t tell me you wanna submit.” Kehlani said.
“I’m not planning to only crush Zendaya’s life, I’ll crush her career first, and the career of Elmira—Anita’s daughter.” Stacy said.
“Good start,” Reid smiled.
“And Geng magazines?” Stacy asked.
“Your Vogue pictures are trending. Just ring Geng about your interest in their family. They dare not refuse.” Louis said cheerfully.
“Shall we go on a mother-son date tonight? Steakhouse?” Stacy stroked his cheek.
“I’ll be the one to tick the menu,” he winked, and she instantly returned it.
Kehlani smiled at Reid, but Reid didn’t return it.
Kehlani bit the inside of her mouth.
—
[Australia, Catholic Church]
“YES.” Stacy’s voice note played repeatedly on Shelby’s phone as she sat on the first chair in the chapel row.
Her blind eyes depicted satisfaction, and she pressed play again just to hear her YeS.
“It took six years for her to learn her lesson. Too stubborn.” Shelby muttered, pressing play again.
The Priest is kneeling by the alter, praying with all of his alter servants. None dared to open their eyes or even look up.
“Why would you wanna work with her?” Mio asked beside Shelby.
“Cos she’s the best partner now. She’s Thiago’s only weakness, and did I not tell you that making him grow emotions would be impossible? My LA lab reported that he attempted to push his son off a plane and stab him in a mall. You’re underestimating the heartlessness of that man.” Shelby said in a mutter.
“When are we moving over to LA then?” Mio asked.
“At the last functioning lab, order the Granduncles within the circle of Electrical Workers to mess with the world’s electricity. Of course it won’t reach every part, but make sure America is included.” Shelby said.
“Copied,” Mio replied.
“And prepare for our flight tomorrow, but first, we should go meet with our third flight partner.” Shelby stood.
“I understand,” Mio shifted back as Shelby got up.
Shelby’s ears stayed still, listening to the chants of the Priest on the alter for a while before giving Mio a signal.
Mio didn’t wait.
She retrieved her pistol, disrupting the air with five consecutive gunshots.
One for the Priest, and the rest for the four alter servants.
Their blood stained the alter as their bodies fell.
Then, Mio led Shelby out of the silent, bloody Church.
—
[Los Angeles, Trinidad’s Mansion]
Trinidad woke up before Trevor, and she didn’t spend another minute laying around. She began dressing up for work immediately.
Now she’s almost done.
She was brushing her hair when Trevor entered the room with a cup of coffee for her.
He spent the night in the second bedroom, actually.
“Hey,” she awkwardly said.
She hasn’t really had a male sleepover here before.
Trevor relieved her awkwardness with a smile though, then he strolled Inside properly, his body relaxing under his singlet.
His shirt is off. He hates sleeping with a shirt on, so he took it off last night.
Trinidad couldn’t stop herself. She stared shamelessly as the moving six packs and the big, muscular arms, then the veins behind his palm as he carried the coffee mug.
He smiled again when he saw her ogling, and he suddenly pulled up his singlet, giving her a better view.
“Trevor!” She quickly looked away.
He took her palm and placed the coffee mug on it.
She looked at him and brought it to her lips, drinking.
She held eyes with him till she was done, and she dropped the cup back on his palm.
“Happy now?” She said, wanting to turn back to the mirror, but he held her still.
His thumb went up to her lips, wiping the coffee blob on it.
Trinidad stayed still, but she could hear the thumping of her own chest in her ears till he was done.
He brought the thumb to his lips and licked.
Her cheeks heated.
“Trevor, you—”
He grabbed her shoulders, lowered her to the vanity chair and took her hairbrush. He began brushing her hair for her, neatly.
“What’s your…plan for today?” She asked, the awkwardness returning.
“I’ll follow you to your computer tech empire this morning, and at night, we can go to the Cinema for a movie date. You’ll love the Italian movie.” He said straight.
“Why is your schedule revolving around….me?” She muttered.
“Cos I want you,” he replied unfiltered.
Again, her cheeks reddened.
He saw it in the mirror.
“Stop…” She muttered.
He chuckled, dropping the hairbrush after smoothening her strands.
His eyes went to the laptop inside the vanity table drawer.
He opened the drawer wider and frowned at the laptop.
It’s missing a key.
“Why is a laptop inside this place? And why is it missing a..key?” He muttered.
With wide eyes, Trinidad quickly shut the drawer and stood.
She grabbed his hand.
“Let’s go … To my computer tech.” She said, pulling him along.
He followed, but he still kept looking back suspiciously at the drawer.
Five minutes later, they were walking out of the house together, and Trevor wouldn’t leave her hand alone.
He held it.
She didn’t complain.
As they got out , Trevor opened the car door for her. She didn’t complain again.
She just smiled up at him, and he touched her hair affectionately.
They stayed that way, but Trevor could feel the extra coldness of the hair.
He could feel his mother’s eyes, and he slowly, secretly reached for his pocket gun.
And he wasn’t wrong, cos inside a car in that same street, Madame Morano sat, holding out a crossbow through the car window.
She shot an arrow out of the crossbow, making Trinidad her target, but another arrow flew forward, colliding with the arrow she shot, changing it’s direction to the ground.
Madame Morano lowered her hand, looking back to sight the plan spoiler.
Trevor felt the eyes have left him, so he gave up on the pocket gun and entered the car with Trinidad.
He drove them off.
Madame Morano came down from the car, and the plan spoiler came out of another car behind her.
It’s Kazuma.
“Why the hell would you direct the arrow to the ground!” She was spitting as she stalked to him, but he was calmer than a lake.
“He’s going to be with whoever he wants. You can’t control every aspect of his existence, woman.”
“You know dam well the reason I’m being this protective of him against her! You know!” She yelled.
“I simply don’t care,” Kazuma stated nonchalantly.
Madame Morano scoffed, deciding to leave him. Talking to him is useless.
She walked back to her car and drove off furiously like that.
—
[Monroeville Hospital]
“It’s the start of reunion tommorow, and it’ll last till Tuesday.” Frank read a reminder of the update out of his phone.
He’s seated with Tasha while Remo is taking Tania around, practicing walking with her in the foot-over-shoes style again.
Tania feels better doing it with him, and surprisingly, he’s not declining.
“I’m still wondering why a reunion would take three days…” Tasha shook her head, drinking from a mocha cup.
“Cos we’re the wildest set of Royal Institution For Distinguished Elites till now?” Frank said proudly.
“It’s been a while since I heard someone say the full name of our alma mater.” Tasha grinned at him.
“I need to pee.” Remo suddenly told Tania.
“You know you can say that in a less graphic manner, right? Don’t make me start thinking about your length!” Tania made disgusted faces.
“What? You want me to say I’m going to use the restroom?” Remo hissed. “I’m going to pee is I’m going to pee. I don’t know why you have issue with everything I do.”
“You’re disgusting,” Tania said, and he instantly pretended like he was gonna drop her.
“Remo!” She grabbed his arms.
With a smirk, he balanced her and dropped her safely on a chair.
He left the exercise ward, and Tania smiled at his back view till he was out.
—
Remo did his restroom business and was returning when Jeremy bursted out of nowhere and crossed his way.
“You found me here? Should I be scared of you? Dude!” Remo complained, walking past him fast.
“The video, I told you I’ll pay any amount! You’re the only thing stopping me right now…I need it like I need air. Please…” Jeremy begged, following him behind.
“You’re making me look like a bad person, and truth is I’m actually a bad person so I don’t care. My nakedness is in that video! I can’t let it go!” Remo responded.
Before Jeremy could say another word, he faced him.
“One more word, and I’ll attack you and make it look like you attacked me. Aren’t you on parole? I don’t wanna implicate you, so stay off.” He warned and left him there.
But on getting to the outer hall, he was crossed again…
By Ten.
“Who are you again? Did Jeremy send you too?” Remo shifted back.
“T wants to see you,” Ten said plainly.
“T?” Remo frowned, but the frown disappeared almost immediately.
“Thiago? What the fûck!”
Ten nodded.
—
[Baby Treatment, 7PM]
Tonight, it’s brighter.
Double chandeliers, doubled tiny bulbs, candlelit dinner set on the table. Double portion of the same dinner that was wasted two nights ago. But tonight, Kane is present.
Scott was supposed to sit across Kane, but he sat beside him on the same angle, and they ate deliciously while a slow, slow music played in the background for them.
No one’s happier than Scott tonight. He’s like a model of smiles as he ate each forkful of dishes and spoonful of the broth.
“Told you, you’d love it…” Kane said when he saw how big his appetite is.
“You’re the same person who stood me up two days ago, don’t try to make me feel better now.” Scott faced him.
“I don’t have to try, you already feel better.” Kane smiled.
“Cocky,” Scott smiled back, returning to his meal.
Kane dropped his cutlery and just opted for stare.
He began staring at him as he ate, and Scott just ate away cutely without noticing.
“You should eat,” He suddenly said.
He noticed after all.
“But it’s you I’d like to eat,” Kane replied, shameless.
Scott picked his cup, drank from it and faced him.
“Me?”
Kane answered by leaning in, and Scott shut his eyes before he even got to him. This kiss was instant. Hungry.
Instantly hungry.
The moment the connection happened, all sense of their surroundings disappointed, gone with their desires.
They kept their arses on the chairs, but they unravelled each other with their lips, tongues snaking again.
Kane’s hands cupped Scott’s face, and Scott’s hands held Kane’s shirt on the sides, responding as wildly as he could. Intoxication burned with something deeper than their initial bond. They could taste each other’s desires on their tongues.
New bridges formed. Stronger, solider bridges which dwarfed the initial ones.
They were on their feet in the next minute, lips still eating, still munching, mouths crowning.
They tasted wine, insatiable thirst.
The sound of their kiss flew around the room as they kissed around the room too. From the chair, the the table, to the middle of the room, to the walls, then back to the middle.
Hunger connected with hunger. Greed for more than just a taste.
Scott’s clothes were already off by the time they got to the middle, and Kane made him face the wall, trapping his palms on the wall surface before kissing his neck, his Adam’s apple, the back of his neck….
As he did the skin kiss, Scott was moaning, making cute, loud sounds he couldn’t hold in his throat.
He was hollowing from the inside, his head spinning.
Kane’s corrupt lips moved down to Scott’s shoulders, trailing kisses his arms, to his back….
Then Kane switched their position, pushing Scott to the dinner table.
He bent him over, and Scott’s chest pressed the wood as Kane picked the honey bottle.
He emptied the honey on Scott’s arse, and it slicked down his hole.
A scoop of the honey went to Kane’s long cóvk, highlighting the hardness.
Scott held the table very tight, chest tightening with unsaid feelings, and when Kane inserted his cóvk into him, smoothly into his lubricated hole, Scott’s lips couldn’t close.
The honey. The easy entry. The joining. The sweetness. The way his body took the intrusion with joy.
His chest quaked, not with an attack but with the unspoken feels again.
“Kane…..” His voice was a nest of longing as he called that name.
“Baby,” Kane kissed the back of his neck again, licking it.
His center hardened more, growing inside Scott’s arse.
His body recognized it’s owner, and his cóvk behaved.
“Fûck….” He muttered, thrusting.
“Ah….” Scott moaned, head dinging, soul merging. “Ah….” He chanted again, Kane’s balls slapping his arse as the thrusts grew salacious.
He’s the dinner, tonight.
It’s gonna be a long night.
—
[Steakhouse]
Stacy made sure she’s in her best outfit tonight. A black armless corset, slit on the thigh despite the shortness with rhinestones and shines crawling around it’s ensemble.
Looks simple, but sexy.
She’s on this dinner with her little boyfriend anyways.
Louis wore a black dress shirt and slacks. He insisted on getting a mullet done with his hair, and Stacy didn’t argue since her own hair is in a low, gelled, baby hair ponytail.
Hand on hand, they came out of the car, and the staffs of the Steakhouse were already lining in front of the building for them.
Stacy rented this place out. She’s gonna spend all time she can with her baby before Shelby arrives in this city. She mightn’t be this free.
The staffs held smiles on their faces, their black suits and white shirts matching throughout.
“Congratulations on being the best Vogue model for the year, Miss.” The one at the front said politely.
“Best?” Stacy blinked her false lashes.
“Yeah. It’s your first shoot, but you appeared on the billboard, BILLBOARD? All the commercials that has pictures of you and your son are all sold out. I’m afraid you’re about to takeover the modelling industry. Heard you submitted your profile for the national Beauty Pageant too. Congratulations in advance. Your mum won more than once, you’re surely winning too.”
“Aw,” Stacy held her chest dramatically, and the server chuckled, pressing a remote.
The steakhouse body glittered immediately, coming on with pictures of Stacy and Louis from Vogue.
“Whoa! Whoa….” Stacy gushed endlessly, genuinely happy.
“Y’all deserve a tip,” Louis said happily too. “I love when mama is happy like this.”
“We’d appreciate the tip, young master.” The attendant beamed.
“We’re famous!” Stacy stuck hands with Louis.
“Glad to be your son!” He smiled wider, and she leaned down to give him a deep nose kiss.
She received a message from Kehlani…
Lani: Don’t think I forgot. I just didn’t wanna ask cos Reid was there. You’re still gonna tell me why you came home crying last night cos I know it’s not cos of Anita or Zendaya.
She just smiled and returned her phone to her purse.
Then, she was ushered into the steakhouse with her son.
—
[A Catacomb]
Thiago located this building only for the sole purpose of today, and it’s already serving it’s purpose since Remo was brought in in the morning.
It’s located deep in the woods of The Streets, not far from where Thiago burnt Camry man at six years ago.
No government cameras. No civilian cameras. No civilians, even.
No one visits this place. Thus, making it the perfect place.
Dorian received this place as the location for his meet with Thiago, and he arrived at 7.
No guards. He didn’t come with guards like they requested of him.
Eleven was waiting outside the catacomb when Dorian arrived.
No words were exchanged.
Eleven led him inside the chunk of stone. Cobwebs, dust, pebbles and insects, Dorian complained about nearly everything with cusses till they arrived at the middle after a ten minutes walk. It’s very long in there.
Inside, Remo is tied to a cross.
His palms were nailed to the cross like an unforgivable sinner, but he’s not crying. He’s just struggling, and the more he struggled, the wider the hole of the nails become.
“Oh…look what we have here. I knew I was gonna enjoy this company…” Dorian bursted into laughter.
By the other end of the inside, Thiago sat. His back is on them, and he’s facing a burning fire which he’s staring obsessively at.
Dorian looked at his backside, then back at Remo on the cross.
“Wait, is this like a representation of what you’re gonna do to me?” He said, facing Ten and Eleven.
“I didn’t bring guards or cops like you requested, but everyone knows I’m with you. I told everyone I was coming here in this same location before I left the mansion. If I get even a scratch, then the whole of America will end you. You know who I am.”
“You talk too much,” Thiago replied from the front of the burning fire.
“Cos I know what your sorry arse is capable of.” Dorian shrugged cockily. “I only want you to write me a song, that’s all. Drag Jeremy with yourself and write me something!”
“I can’t believe I actually fell into your stupid trap! Now I’m nailed on the cross like what? A messiah?” Remo said from the cross he’s on.
Blood is running down his palms, to his arms, to his clothes.
He’s completely bloody.
“Thought you were someone I could like, but this is where I end up?” He continued painfully. “I swear…”
“You kidnapped Trevor six years ago and paid thugs to kill him. Those thugs almost killed Trevor and Matteo, and you actually thought you’re already free?” Eleven spat. “No. T has a habit of settling scores one by one no matter how many years it’ll take.”
“I sent people to kidnap him but they didn’t kill him! He’s still alive and he’s the son of the Italian businesswoman!” Remo blared.
“If T didn’t come there to save Trevor and Matteo that day, the thugs you sent would have gouged Trevor’s eyes out and killed Matteo!” Ten snarled.
“Let go of me!” Remo spat.
“Ok ok ok, I came here for a meet, not this shit y’all are discussing.” Dorian pointed his tattoed fingers .
And Thiago finally stood from the front of the fire he sat in.
He turned smoothly, expression bitter than gall.
He’s holding the horror book from the goth bookstore six years ago…
Hymn Of Bones.
But he dropped it carefully on the chair before walking over…
“Thiago, let me go…the fûck!” Remo shouted from the cross.
“Thiago!”
No response, cos Thiago went straight for Dorian, stopping straight in front of you.
“If I want, I can even kidnap your mother from the White House without alerting a fly. Now, think about you who came here to meet me by yourself…” He muttered.
“What are you talking about?” Dorian frowned hard.
“You sent a text to your mother, to Angela, telling them you’re coming here. You sent location destinations to your guards that you’re coming here, but you sent all with your phone, didn’t you?” Thiago dryly said.
Dorian quickly checked his phone, and he scoffed when he saw none of the messages delivered.
“You’re smart, I give you that….but killing me? C’mon!” He laughed.
“You’re getting it wrong,” Thiago sighed. “I’m not interested in killing you. I only want your cóvk inside that fire,” he pointed at the fireplace. “for even daring to think of an engagement with her.”
Dorian snickered.
“I’m sure the person who’s interested in killing you already got my message, and she’s already here…” Thiago continued.
And instantly, Trinidad entered the catacomb.
—
[Australia, A Local Home]
The family of four who live in the local home were having their dinner when they heard the honk of a car outside, and their dinner paused.
The youngest child went to open the door, and Shelby entered with Mio, eyes scanning the house as if they kept something precious here.
And that’s actual.
“Where’s he?” Mio asked.
“In the bedroom. We never moved him.” The family head said.
Shelby and Mio were led to the last bedroom in the household.
Mio opened the door.
They both entered the stuffy room which only has a single person inside.
A tall man who’s standing by the window, staring outside with pocketed hands.
“By 12 tonight, the world electricity will be tampered with, and tommorow, we’ll fly over to Los Angeles to tackle the devil.” Shelby said slowly, counting her rosary.
The man didn’t move.
“You already played your part for him in the past. It’s time to play your part for me now…..” Shelby dragged before saying the last word….
“Father.”
And the man finally turned, taking his hands out of his pockets, eyes depthless and warmth-free.
It’s really him…
Nathan X.
TBC.
