RECKLESS 2
Lawless – Episode 25,26,27&28
→ Chain•Of•Obsession ←
[Book 2 in The Untamed Duet]
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Nathan’s hands slipped stealthily out of his pockets.
His poker face remained the same, and the features only got older, they didn’t change much.
He still looks like the kinda person who wouldn’t mind fanning the flames of hell for himself.
He took his seat in bed, carefully.
“I did everything for him, and he ended up trying to kill me, doesn’t mean I’d turn to you and become your partner, Shelby. The only thing I crave to do is kill him and announce my comeback to the Syndicate.”
“You aren’t taking over shit!” Shelby’s eyes darkened, her steps heavy as she walked closer. “The X Syndicate is mine now!!”
“Yeah, and at your watch, he destroyed all eight labs till you’re left with one! Why would you even take his flashdrive without coming here to tell me first!” Nathan spranged up, getting at her face.
“Your incompetence has always been the main reason I can never just like you! You’re older than him by five years, but he’s older than you intellectually cos what he can do, you won’t be able to do it even in millenniums to come!”
“Our genius genes outnumber each other, and you have the lowest number in you. I can’t stand your sanctimonious shit too, coupled with your stupid blindness!”
“You mean the blindness you caused?” Shelby muttered, calmly.
Nathan’s muscles went down. The veins below his eyes disappeared.
It’s like those words from her stole his voice suddenly.
Shelby pointed a finger forward, poking his chest twice.
“I keep telling everyone including Thiago that my mother was pushed down the skyscraper, she didn’t jump down on her own, but no one believes me, and no one will ever believe cos you crafted every false tale too carefully!”
“Shelby—”
“There’s nothing like disabilities after birth in the X Family! Your grandfathers just created that theory to make people fear your genius family! They want the fear, so they give disabilities to babies immediately they were born, which is why every member of the family are never physically complete, and you took over the act immediately you became the Boss of the Syndicate! After every child is born in the X family, you get invited to hurt the child! You orchestrated every disability, even your own children!”
“Shelby!” Nathan roared.
“Let me talk!” Shelby poked his chest again. “On the day I was born, you poured lead in my eyes to blind me, and on the day Thiago was born, your plan was to break his legs, but when you detected that his brain was developing faster than any member of the family, you decided to give him a softer disability, so you poured chemical in his ears,”
“But later, his smartass went for cochlea implant and invented sound processors for himself so he started hearing, and you allowed it cos he’s useful to you! For you, we’re just tools, not children!”
Nathan sighed, chosing silence, but his eyes are literally killing Shelby.
“And should I start with the females? Your forefathers were female haters who took pleasure in killing them, so you took over the process too. You created a fake theory that every woman gets hallucinations and commits suicide once they gets pregnant in your family, but it’s a lie!”
“You inject them to get the hallucinations and watch them suffer! Then, once their pregnancies clock few months, you kill them just the way you drowned Thiago’s mother and pushed my own mother off a skyscraper after they both gave birth! You’re the greatest sinner alive, and I’m going to later take your life for Mother Mary, but for now, all I want is for you to kill Thiago with me, take all of his apps with me, and I’ll know what to do with you later.”
Shelby was panting after the downpour of utterances, and Nathan took his seat back in bed.
By the door, Mio looks surprised. It’s the first time she’d be hearing this. She might be close to Shelby, but Shelby never gave out this much.
She came closer…
“So… Why does Stacy’s child have color blindness?”
“Color blindness can’t be induced chemicals. It’s genetic… from Stacy’s father.” Shelby said.
“Albert wasn’t color blind.” Mio’s face squeezed.
“He was colorblind when he was young, but there was a natural reset when he turned ten. Not everyone knows. Even Stacy doesn’t know cos she escaped the gene, and now her son got it instead.” Shelby said, her eyes staying stagnant on Nathan.
Mio stepped back.
“I guess you aren’t very useless,” Nathan looked up. “You sure made lots and lots of researches.”
“Cos to deal with a devil like you, I need all the leashes I can get my hands on!” Shelby spat. “I have all the hidden journals and diaries you squirrelled away in your stash of garbage, and I only have to publish them and watch you fall!”
“If I fall, the whole X Family falls!” Nathan stood again.
“Which is why you have to work with me to preserve your family!” Shelby locked his shirt in her palm. “I saved your life after your son nearly killed you with his car not because I really want you alive, but because I need your help for today! I already have a spy eating and sleeping with him in Los Angeles, but you’re my grand plan. I know you’re the only one who can pulverize the devil you created.”
Nathan took a deep breath, nodding. “When is the flight?”
“Tommorow morning, 5am.” Mio replied from behind.
Shelby let go of him.
—
[Los Angeles, Catacombs]
Thiago sat back in front of the fire, but he’s not facing the fire now.
He’s facing the crowd as Trinidad walked in soundlessly.
“Trinidad!” Remo shouted from the cross, pulling his palm against the nail. His palm tore again. “F+k! Trinidad you have to help me get away from your psycho best friend!”
“This is what you texted me to come witness?” Trinidad said, eyes staying only on Thiago as she talked.
It’s like she’s afraid to look around, as if she might lose her head if she does.
“Quit wasting time, Trinidad.” Thiago smirked. “We agreed to do this together six years ago, and I never go back on my words. Now that I’ve captured him for you, all you have to do is have your fun.”
“Yeah you promised to get revenge with me, but that was six years ago when I thought you were still redeemable, not anymore.” Trinidad responded sternly. “You’re the same person who kidnapped Stacy and her kid, tried to push him off a plane and tried to stab him with a pen in a mall. Your own child?” She laughed.
“If I’m gonna get my revenge on Dorian, I’ll get it myself!”
With that, she began stomping out.
“If I let Dorian go tonight, you’ll never get your revenge till the end of the world!” Thiago stood. “You can’t even tell anyone what he did to you. You can’t tell your parents or friends! I only found out cos you inserted it in OBSCURE! If you walk out of this catacomb tonight, there’ll be no revenge left for you!”
Trinidad stood still, and he came closer…
“I already planned to stay off Stacy and her son for now… devil help me. Have your revenge now or regret it later!” He held her shoulders. “Think about it….how he was plowing mercilessly into you that night, now you were begging but he didn’t stop, how he slapped and punched and hit you! How you screamed and cried and how he laughed while taking your dignity! Huh? Think! He wasn’t the only one, he also allowed one of his crew members to fûck you too!”
Trinidad was shivering with rage by now. From her head, to the shoulders, to the body, to the legs. Even her eyeballs are shaking.
“Think about the fact that you were once a DIAMOND crushing on him and that was why you went to MasterD Club to spy on him that night when you learnt he was there! Think about how he lured you into that exclusive room and ruined you! Think about your age back then… You were only fourteen and this fucker was sixteen!!!!!!!!”
“Stop!!!!!” She screamed, pushing him away. She punched him.
Thiago smiled ruthlessly. “Yeah, that’s it….that’s it!”
Trinidad picked a large stone from the ground, stepping off.
Tears were rushing out of her eyes as she began going for Dorian.
Dorian, who has been hearing and seeing everything shockingly began moving back…
“You’re the surviving….one?”
“Burn in hell!!!!” Trinidad raised the stone fierily, but Dorian went for the exit quickly.
He ran.
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[T-girl Computer Tech]
An hour ago, Trinidad said she wanted tuna salad from a particular restaurant, so Trevor went to get it despite the long drive.
He’s only just coming back, but Trinidad is absent in the her office, and that made his arms drop.
He nearly returned to the secretary desk, but the secretary herself came in before he could do that.
“Boss didn’t tell anyone her destination. She only just left. She even left her phone.”
She pointed at the phone on Trinidad’s desk, and Trevor went to take it. He dropped the salad package on the desk, sighing.
“Where did she go without her phone? Since an hour ago?” He muttered worriedly.
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[Catacombs]
Dorian was captured by Ten and Eleven before he even reached the exit. He was thrown back to the ground, but he got up, ready for a fight to the death.
The rogues circled him, and he came for them mindlessly.
The rogues fists slammed on his belly, and that was enough to return him to the ground where Trinidad’s stone met him at.
Two of his ribs cracked.
He let out a painful cry which echoed in waves through the catacomb.
But that was only the start.
The second and third stone came crashing down on him, one after the other, each breaking ribs, each signing his death will.
The sounds of bones breaking followed the fall of the stones, then the wail from his throat.
Thiago stood beside the rock, watching silently.
Trinidad knelt beside his body and pulled him up by his bloody collar, his shakiness exciting her.
It shows in the way her eyes shone delightfully.
“You started your metal music career when you were 15, and since your day one, I was your die-hard fan! I got so obsessed I was always hunting for how to meet you! Then I got a tip that you were gonna be at MasterD in San Francisco, so I got on the flight, holding my only friend—my laptop. I went to the club!”
“I got your attention faster than I expected, and I was invited to the ex room with you! You started by telling me to teach you a game, pretending you wanted to learn, but the moment I opened my laptop, lights went off. You pushed the laptop away and forcefully had your way! You even allowed one of your crew members to have his way too!!! Animal!!!”
Dorian sniffled.
“I killed that crew member the same time when I didn’t see you to kill. You escaped yunno, so I killed him in your place, and that was the first and last time I ever shared my victim with anybody.” He smiled.
His pain suddenly meant nothing, and his teeth shone with crimson as he said the crude words.
“But I must say…you have one sweet, tantalizing p+xy. You have no idea how hard I’ve been searching for you since that night cos I wanted to really, really take you again before finally killing you! You hid so well!”
And that was followed by a punch to his face from Trinidad. His jaw cracked, losing setting.
She didn’t stop.
Second, third….
Her anger got rebuilt with each throw. Her rage mounted. Her blood pressure boiled.
The pain. The stigma. The shame.
She regurgitated it all right there, applying the tribulations to his face. She pummelled him like an animal that he is, each punch heavier than the last, her nose smelling nothing but blood till she landed the twentieth punch.
Her fist is red with blood, and his face is a carpet of the redness.
Misaligned jaws, ripped lips, cracked chin and forehead, bruised cheeks, swollen eyes and nose.
He looks cursed.
Now, the words aren’t forming out of his mouth anymore.
She dragged him to the fire and shoved his face right into the flame, pressing it down with her sneaker.
Dorian’s real cries started, and the depth made the grounds shake.
He slapped the grounds with his palms, pulled pebbles and sand desperately, flailed.
His face burned. Trinidad’s leg didn’t leave the back of his head. She kept his face pressed to that fire.
The smell of his burning flesh was was satisfying.
Thiago stayed blank, but he’s surely enjoying this show.
When Trinidad lifted Dorian’s face from the fire, he has no face anymore. His nose has blended into lips and chin. Everytime is flat, and his teeth his out.
He looks like a burnt animal.
On the cross, Remo bit his lip to hold his laughter.
“K…klease…” Dorian struggled through his pains.
Now calling P as K, his pleads sounded irritating.
Trinidad pulled out her knife lodged in her upper underwear.
She rammed the knife down to the middle of Dorian’s legs….
Remo bursted into laughter.
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[Steakhouse]
The servers are too efficient tonight Stacy is starting to wonder if she’s the President or something.
Before Louis mentioned anything, they’d get it to the table in a second, and if it’s her? They’d literally be fighting on who and who will get it.
Special feels just like this.
There are skewers of meat, beef, meatballs, pork, lamb, mutton, chicken and whatnot.
All types since they’re just here to chew this night.
Thankfully, Louis is a great lover of meat just like her, so they’re having a good time stuffing their faces.
“We should come here often,” Louis commented, chewing softly.
“You think?” Stacy faced him. “Or should we visit the lobster place next? We could have lobsters!”
“Not bad, but I like it here better…” He shrugged.
“You’re too particular.” She nodded, and he grinned at her, inching up to give her cheek a kiss.
He wiped his lips grease off her cheek after the kiss.
“Tommorow is the start of your three days reunion. Can I come with you to RIDE?” He asked.
“Of course I’m taking you!” She said immediately.
He gave her another kiss.
“So the kiss to getting excess kisses from you is agreeing to your wishes? You trickster!” She laughed.
“I know you love when I kiss you,” he said seriously.
“Aw,” she squeezed her face.
“So…” He drank from his apple juice cup before proceeding. “Will you take me to see the Shelby lady and Mio when they arrive? I can help retrieve her sniper rifle camera.”
“No!” She faced him with wide eyes.
“But I wanna help! What if I can take her? For real…”
“I said no! I won’t risk your life for my revenge!” She scolded.
“But mumm—”
“Can you not ruin this dinner for us? Please, darling. Please.” She cautioned.
Louis reclined to his chair, frowning hard at the dishes.
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[Catacombs]
Remo just couldn’t stop it. The cackle rolled out of his lips unrestrained, the anguish he’s feeling from the nail is nothing now.
He just wants to laugh.
He was able to hold it back when Dorian’s face got burnt, but now that Trinidad sent her knife to the middle of his legs to deflate his balls, it’s over
Dorian couldn’t even scream out. The scream formed a rumble, forcing itself out of his throat.
He jerked, fumbled with the stones around him again as his fingers dug frantically into them.
Trinidad dragged his pants down his legs, and his cut dîck fell off, together with his balls.
Remo’s laughter skyrocketed.
“Sorry, but it’s my first time seeing a severed d+k.” He chuckled.
“Shut up!” Ten faced him.
“I’m going to die anyways, why not let me have my last laugh? C’mon!” Remo replied, glaring.
Trinidad rose, using her knife blade to hook the d+k. He threw it in the fire together with the balls.
The fire burned more, and she proceeded to throw Dorian’s full body into the fire.
The inferno widened, reaching the top of the stone chunk.
A destructive glow of gold and yellow which brightened everywhere.
Blood was still dripping off Trinidad’s knife as she began going for the exit.
Her raging eyes met with Thiago’s.
“Let Remo go. If Trevor is gonna take revenge on him, he’s old enough to do it now on his own.” She said.
Thiago said nothing.
“Thank you,” she finalized her words before stepping out.
Thiago’s eyes went back to the fire, and his ruthless smile reappeared.
As he watched the fire burn, he felt his head brightening too.
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[Dorian’s Mansion]
“Why haven’t I been able to connect with Dorian since two hours ago?” Kaylee yelled over the phone.
Angela is in Dorian’s room, staring at the empty bed.
“He’s currently asleep in his room, and I think it’ll take a while before he wakes…he OD’d.” She lied.
“Overdose? What! Last time he OD’d, he slept for 24hrs without changing positions at all! His engagement is next week, and his album is undergoing the last cleanup now. This ain’t the time!” Kaylee scolded.
“I think he’s gonna sleep more than 24hrs cos he didn’t only OD, he also did it with a girl.” Angela said.
“Shit!” Kaylee’s voice went low. “He raped? Who?”
“A random homeless girl,” Angela lied. “She died, and I had her body disposed without mistakes. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Good,” Kaylee breathed. “When he wakes tommorow or whenever, ring me and put him on phone immediately! You have less than two days to spend over there yunno. It’s either he brings Stacy over easily, or we resort to other ways to make her bend to this Wesley family.”
“I understand,” Angela sighed.
The call ended, and she dropped her phone, smiling.
She saw Thiago’s message on Dorian yesterday, and she knew when he left the house secretly earlier today to go meet Thiago without guards.
But she’ll do anything to keep this drama going.
She’s playing her part.
Whatever Thiago has to do to him would surely be destructive, and it’ll relieve Jeremy of the stress.
Who knew karma would take years before starting to play?
She left the room, slamming the door.
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[Roxy’s House]
With full bottles of wine in each of their hands, the girls drowned themselves in self-pity.
The fact that they were made to serve Stacy isn’t even the issue anymore.
It’s the fact that Stacy’s first photoshoot surpassed every photoshoot they’ve ever done for Vogue. She literally flew.
She and her son are the most talked about online right now.
She’s trending. She pushed them down the charts easily.
“She’s not the first person to do mother-son photoshoot with the company,” Elmira said.
“Yeah but she’s Ophelia’s daughter, hello? She’s Albert’s daughter, girl? She’s Thiago’s baby mama, the fûck?
There are lots of points and controversies surrounding her, so the CEO made use of it, and it’s working according to their plan.” Zendaya said, dropping her glass.
“And she submitted her profile for Miss America? Peak.” Roxy jammed her palms together.
“I hate that you never seem to take anything serious!” Elmira flared.
“What the fûck would my seriousness do? She’s already in Vogue and she’ll continue dominating cos that bîtch is determined to ruin your careers! If you both aren’t seeing what she’s after, then y’all are dumb! The earlier you stop gloating here and start working towards bringing her down, the better!” Roxy crankily stated.
“My dad and Anita are planning to hire the sniper from six years ago again. This time, for Stacy herself.” Zendaya said.
“Good,” Roxy nodded.
“Why the hell are you just announcing it?” Elmira accused.
“Listen, Mira. I’m—”
Zendaya was cut off by the ringing of the doorbell.
Roxy went for the door, and the moment she flipped it open, her eyes got smaller.
Madame Morano stood there, all powerful and poker.
“Madame Morano?” Roxy muttered.
Hearing that, Elmira and Zendaya rushed to the door too.
Her face made them gasp.
“Madame Morano?”
The woman’s eyes didn’t leave Roxy as she talked….
“Heard you have this deep-rooted hatred towards Trinidad. Mind merging your hatred with mine so we can make her crumble together?”
Roxy smiled, opening the door wider as if she had been waiting for this.
“You’re at the right place.”
And instantly, every single bulb in the house went off without warning.
“What the f+k!” Zendaya cussed in the darkness.
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[Trinidad’s Mansion]
Trinidad drove to her computer tech when she left the catacomb, but Trevor was reported to have left, so she just drove home straight, hoping to meet him at home.
And she did.
She already saw him waiting in front of her mansion when she got down from her car.
His arms unfolded from his chest, and he stepped forward, the worry in his eyes mixing with slight fury.
“You’d at least tell you staffs where you were going or take your phone with you. Why would you say you want salad and I went to get it on a long drive but you just…left.” He complained softly.
The power outage reached here, so it’s dark everywhere except for the bright moon.
Trinidad didn’t say nothing. She just shut the car door and began walking to him. She has plans in her head already, and she’s gonna move according to it tonight.
“Where did you go?” Trevor continued. “I was so fuckin worried I was already thinking of the worse case scenari—”
Trinidad stepped into his space, and his sentence died right there cos she went straight for the only thing she has been looking at…
His lips.
She held his neck and just…
Kissed him.
Trevor stood between shock and surprise, and his eyes responded by coming wider than their sockets.
But he couldn’t kiss back.
He broke it by holding her arms, and when their eyes met, he frowned.
“T-girl, what’s wrong with—”
“Kiss me,” she cut in. “Kiss me, please. Just… just kiss me.” She begged and pulled him back in.
Their lips crashed with a more hungry pace, and this time, Trevor wasn’t gonna let it slide.
He has been craving this for years. All those six years locked away in Italy. Six years of longing and thirst…
All for her.
He used it, applied the hunger.
He explored it, locking his arms at the back of her waist.
He yanked her closer, responding with the fastness of a starved man.
It’s his first kiss, but at the same time, it feels like he has been doing this since he was birthed.
He feels so lightheaded he could fly. He unleashed the desires, unbound it, letting it just….exist.
It was too open-mouthed, too deep their lips could tear with the eating pace and depth.
And Trinidad matched it.
Now that she did that to Dorian, she wants to completely forget about that night of defiling.
She needs to forget it.
They were inside the dark house before they knew it.
Her bedroom received them, the kiss still mad as her hand extended to the wall to turn on the ceiling lamp.
She fell in bed and shifted up. Their lips departed for now, and Trevor pulled her suit pants down her legs.
Her suit jacket followed, leaving her in her loose underwear.
Trevor took his time to stare, and she just lay there, propping herself up with her palms in bed.
She saw the respect in those eyes.
They didn’t change.
For six years. They didn’t.
Just that…
It’s now mixed with desire, and the need to taste. The need to go inside.
He leaned in, giving her a forehead kiss which left her gasping.
“You’re so fuckin beautiful, Mia Cara. So damn perfect… I could stare all night…” He cleared.
She pressed up and kissed him hard on the lips.
A kiss that meant; I don’t want you to just stare. I want you to DO.
Her hands were undoing his belt and his buttons at the same time.
By the time the kiss broke, he was naked completely.
She didn’t shy away from looking at his hood. She hadn’t really seen one before now. When Dorian defiled her, it was in the dark, so she hadn’t seen one before all her life.
This is her first, and she….
“Can I…touch?” She whispered.
Trevor instantly brought her trembling hand to it, and she wrapped the palm around his c+k.
It’s warm, pulsing, hard, lengthy.
She likes this feel.
This is different.
Mad different.
So she held for longer.
She was still touching when Trevor reignited their kiss, the starvation dragging out her moans as he deepened it, hardened it.
His lips went to her legs, and he held them with care as he traced kisses on them, from her foot to the toes. He sucked the toes, up to the forelegs and her thighs…the hips.
Using his teeth, he dragged down her panty. His fingers pulled off her bra, and Trinidad instantly turned her face away shyly.
He turned it back, initiating another kiss. He kissed away the shame, the shyness, the awkwardness.
But by the time he was ready to enter, she held him back.
“Condom,”
“No…I don’t want to—”
“Condom, Trevor.” She insisted, gazes locking hard.
“Why should I…”
“Shhh,” she placed a finger on his lips. “Condom.”
He has no condom on him, so she got them a condom from her suit pocket.
She pulled one, removed the foil by herself and wore it on his c+k by herself too.
She lay back, ready for it.
Trevor didn’t break the eye lock. It persisted, and as he entered her inch by inch, her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her legs folded.
Her back arched.
Her arms wrapped around him, face hiding in his neck eventually.
“Mmm….” Her moan slipped as she bit his neck.
The memories. The bitter, dark memories. They all seemed to be melting off with each spent second, and her arms around him tightened when the last inch of him entered.
“Damn….”
Again, their lips met, and his hard thrusts began hitting her in the right places. She cried, but not for pains.
Not for regrets.
Not for anger.
This time, it’s for insane pleasure.
—
[Next Morning, Monroeville Hospital]
Remo strolled inside like a lost dog. He was staggering as he walked. His palms are wrapped with rags.
He didn’t even bother changing his bloody clothes before sauntering here. He’s tired, worn-out.
He needs blood and water. He needs energy above all.
He’s weaker than the word itself.
When he opened the door to the exercise ward, everyone stood.
Everyone including Jeremy who was still waiting for him.
“Dude!” Frank said. “Where the fûck were….you?”
His voice went low when he saw the blood on Remo.
“Remo? Did you fall into a animal blood ditch?” Tasha asked.
“That’s not your blood on your body, right?” Tania muttered shockingly.
“It’s his blood, his hands are bleeding!” Kehlani gasped.
“Remo!” Jeremy quickly held him when he staggered.
Remo looked at him with tired, depleted eyes….
“I’ll give you the video. I’ll….gi….”
He lost consciousness, and Frank joined Jeremy.
Together, they carried him out of the ward, calling doctors loudly.
—
[JeMira Haircare]
“Mio will be in this city later today.” Mr. Brown broke the news to Anita who just finished signing a paperwork for her secretary.
The secretary took the paperwork out, and as the door clicked behind her, Anita looked up.
“We only just talked about contacting her two nights ago, and she’s already on her way to this city? That’s suspiciously fast.”
“She was already planning to come to this city for a mission before I contacted her.” Mr. Brown cleared.
“Makes sense,” Anita nodded. “And Kaylee is still not picking your calls?”
“I told you she’s busy with the country business and her son’s upcoming engagement. We’ll take care of Stacy ourselves. We don’t have to involve her everytime.” Mr. Brown grunted.
“Fine,” Anita deadpanned. “Let’s see if the Sniper will do a good job like she did six years ago.”
“You can count on her.” Mr. Brown relaxed on his chair.
—
[Kane’s Place]
Scott stirred awake in Kane’s arms, but he kept his eyes closed for more minutes, revelling in the addictive scent of Kane’s body.
They’re both tangled with each other under the sheets, and Kane feels like he’s still asleep cos of his steady breathings. That promoted Scott’s eyes to open slowly.
Truly, Kane is still dozing, but even sleep wasn’t enough to make his arms peel off Scott’s skin.
He held him properly, dicks rubbing between their legs, chest gumming, skins talking in languages only the two of them could understand.
Scott kissed Kane’s chest, traced his tongue on his nipples before kissing the nîpples too.
“You want another round?” Kane’s comforting voice boomed.
Scott’s head went up, his eyes catching Kane’s already open eyes.
He smiled widely.
They didn’t step back into this house till past 12pm last night after the light out in several countries including America. And it happened after they’ve fucked each other to wrecks at Baby Treatment.
They just hit the bed and just slept off immediately they arrived.
“It’s strange that I woke up before you,” Scott whispered, rubbing Kane’s earlobes gently.
“I was mad tired, Scott….” Kane smiled drowsily.
“Yeah cos you didn’t want to stop last night. My arse hurts.” Scott said.
“You unfiltered thing…” Kane laughed, his drowsiness lessening.
“It’s the the reunion today. Are we going late or early?” Scott asked.
“We’ll go with anyone you want,” Kane shrugged.
Scott dropped a kiss on Kane’s lips before inching up.
They went downstairs for appetizers, and that was when Reid entered.
“Well well, look who hooked up again. You both should just get married.” He pushed past them, entering the kitchen for water.
“It’s not hookup, f+ker. It’s—”
“Lovemaking, I get it…” Reid cut him off and faced them while drinking from a bottled water with dark circles under his eyes.
“You didn’t sleep overnight?” Scott asked, sitting on the kitchen island.
He’s eating from his cup of cornflakes and warm milk.
“Sleep is scared of me these days, fruitcake.” Reid yawned. “I was at Thorne Penitentiary throughout the night, gathering everything I could on Mr. Brown when he was still there. He met with President Kaylee twice.”
“You got footages?” Kane asked, interested.
“She had them all wiped,” Reid sighed. “She’s smart, but not so smart, cos behind every successful person, there’s a mole waiting to ruin them. One of the guards planted a camera beside the TV in Mr. Brown’s exclusive cell room, so it captured his meeting with Kaylee, but I had to pay millions to get the video.”
“Meaning the case should be easy?” Scott blinked.
“That remains to be found out.” Reid nodded, going for the door.
“I’ll help,” Kane offered.
“No need, I already called Owen.” Reid said, looking back. “And what the fûck is wrong with the lights everywhere? Power outage?”
“It affected nearly all countries, but this country got hit the most. News said it’ll be settled within two to three days. So we’ll have to start powering the generator house.” Scott said.
“You’re not going for the reunion?” Kane asked.
“Wait…” Reid turned. “It’s today?”
“What do you even know?” Kane hissed out.
—
[Trinidad’s Mansion]
Trinidad’s eyes are still tightly shut in bed, and her bare shoulders are uncovered by the duvet on her body.
She’s still sleeping peacefully, her breathings barely heard.
Beside her, Trevor lay, resting his weight on his right knuckle which is propped by his elbow. He stayed still, staring affectionately at her.
He brought an hand to her face, moving a piece of hair away, and that made her jerk before waking.
Her eyes opened too slowly, but they went drowsy again when she saw him. She smiled sleepily and shifted closer to his body, throwing her arm around him and her face into his chest to smell freesias.
“You’re awake?” She muttered.
“Since an hour ago,” Trevor responded, pushing her face closer to himself with the back of her head.
“And what have you been doing?” She mumbled sleepily again.
“Watching you,” he replied sincerely.
She detached a little bit just to look at his perfect face.
He grabbed the opportunity and leaned in to kiss her.
She kissed back deeply, not letting go till she breathed.
“Mia Cara,” he whispered, resting his forehead on hers.
His eyes are still closed.
“Next time, I don’t want to use condom.” He continued.
“Trevor—”
“I don’t want to. I want to feel you rawly. Please…” He cut in, kissing her again. She kissed back, deeper.
“Trevor….”
“You haven’t told me where you went yesterday.” He whispered again.
“I’ll tell you when i come back from the reunion.” She opened her eyes.
“It’s today?” He opened his eyes too.
She nodded.
“Let me go with you. I’ll be your handbag. Please don’t say no.” He rushed the words.
She smiled wide, holding his face.
“You’re so cute,”
“Only for you. Only you can see this side of me now…” He smiled back.
“I know….” She kissed him yet again. “And I appreciate it, Mr. Morano.”
He chuckled, but it ended on her lips again. He recaptured and kissed her till her naked back landed in bed. Her send cupped his body as it came climbing her again.
“Quickie,” he whispered in her ear, thrusting into her heat.
“Trevorrrrrrr…..mmm.”
—
[Montana Mansion, 10AM]
Stacy is done dressing up, and now she’s just standing in front of her mirror, checking herself out.
As today is the first day of the reunion, the dress code is their campus uniform…
Just like they used to wear it on the first day of resumption back then.
She’s wearing the uniform now, and she did her makeup like when she was still in school.
Long acrylic nails, bold lashes, rhinestones, heavy liner, baby hair dramatically styled. And her Cesare Paciotti dagger heels.
Since the skirt is now shorter than before, she wore black pop socks, and the cute short tie under the polo.
This just reminds her of her past—a past she regrets and doesn’t regret at the same time.
At least, the past brought her her baby boy who’s her reason to live right now. She’s lucky.
She sprayed herself with pink rose and turned around.
Louis is right there.
She got him RIDE uniform in his own size, so he’s all dressed up too just as dramatically as her mother.
They smiled at each other.
Today, she’ll meet friends, enemies, acquaintances, frenemies.
It’s like confronting the past all-over again. She’s ready though.
She left the room with her son, climbing downstairs.
They left the house completely, getting in her pink Cadillac.
She received a call instantly….
From Tasha.
“Hey, babe!” She picked fast.
“Are you ready? We meet at the airfield to get on the copters! Tania can’t wait!” Tasha gushed.
“I can’t wait, too. I’m on my way….” Stacy smiled happily.
The call ended as fast as it started, and a text buzzed up.
• Will land in LA at 7pm.
It’s obviously from Shelby.
She smiled and then drove out.
—
[RIDE University]
Six years of history.
Six years of leaving behind.
Six years of graduation.
The air in Royal Institution for Distinguished Elites didn’t change.
It’s still expensive.
Still toxic. Still smells like mint. Still materialistic and stellar.
But the walls changed. The buildings changed. The floors.
As technology moved, the innovations moved. The colours evolved. Buildings twisted.
Even the airfield occupied lotta lands than before. It’s wider, so as old students students arrived in their helicopters, they had space for themselves and their handbags in human form.
Everyone’s in uniform, surprisingly. Everyone cooperated.
Roxy and her girls came in a helicopter that has Champz stamped on it, and they refused to hug anyone as they stepped out, having the mindset that they’re bigger than anyone here right now.
They stared at everyone like ants.
“Six years ago, I still can’t believe I was a Glitzy. I was offering myself as a footstool to the Glitz bitçhes.” Zendaya rolled eyes.
“But now you’re where you should be. That shouldn’t be your issue.” Roxy replied, her discussion with Madame Morano ringing her mind.
“Everyone’s so weird…” Elmira muttered, using another part of her mind to wonder why Dorian hasn’t been calling her.
Since the rape, there had been nothing from him. He didn’t deceive her, right? Cos she’d drag him.
Kane and Scott arrived in the same helicopter, and the football team immediately began hailing him…
“Scottie!”
“Scottie!”
“Captain!!”
He couldn’t contain his joy as he began hugging everyone one by one.
Kane didn’t graduate with their set, he only came with him, so he just stayed aside with Reid.
“Weren’t you a Criminology student? Why aren’t you reuniting with your mates?” He told Reid.
“I’m not in the mood, Kane.” Reid yawned, obviously sleep-deprived.
Jeremy arrived at the same time with Frank and Remo.
He’s holding Remo with an hand.
Though, Remo looks like he’s totally against it.
“Told you I don’t need holding!” He suddenly broke free.
“Dude, you do!” Jeremy glared. “You were advised to stay at the hospital and take blood, but you insisted on coming. Did you forget you passed out earlier? Whatever slammed nail into your palm, I need you alive.”
“Stay at the hospital and not come to this reunion?” Remo smirked, his lips deeply pale. “Even if I died before today, my ghost would attend this reunion. I can’t not show.”
“Told you to just leave the f+ker alone, Jeremy. Does he look like he listens to anyone?” Frank said.
And Max joined them.
He rammed into their middle, pushing Jeremy out.
“And what’s this 30yr old man doing in our circle?”
“Shut up, Max!” Frank snapped.
That called attention to their circle. Eyes fell on Jeremy.
• The jailbird?
• Who even allowed parole for him?
• He gives me the chills!
• Dorian and President Kaylee are just too kind to let him out.
• Can he just get outta here? He didn’t even graduate with us despite being our set. He was in jail!
Jeremy didn’t care.
He even got a coffee cup from a passing server and began sipping.
Scott joined the boys, and Frank hugged him first.
“You actually came? I thought you weren’t gonna come!”
“Didn’t I tell you? Kane is here so he’s bound to come out of his shell.” Remo said, smirk dirty.
“My 500k!” Frank faced Max.
“Idiot,” Max scoffed and got his phone to make the transfer.
“You good?” Remo asked Scott.
“I should be asking you that, bastard. You look like an apparition with your pale lips, and what happened to your hands? Why are they bandaged?” Scott took Remo’s hands.
“A…hh!!” Remo winced.
Scott quickly let go of the hand.
“What’s up with you!”
“Bro, it’s a long story. I’ll tell y’all everything after the show I have prepared for this reunion.” Remo nodded with a sigh.
Now, the field is full…the over 300 students of their set are here, mingling and laughing and sharing gists, sharing memories, sharing years and reconnecting.
Laughter echoed, cackleid shot out, grins and smiley faces, expensive perfumes and pretty, handsome faces shaped by years of success.
But in the middle of the cacophony, the attention stealers haven’t arrived yet. They always chose the most crucial period.
And the period is now.
Four helicopters whirred into the clouds, calling all attention since they’re the last to arrive.
The four copters drove round and round on the sky for minutes, announcing their arrival and causing most of em to crane their necks.
Then, they landed.
Trinidad was the first to climb down her helicopter.
Her shoulder-length hair is carefully tucked beneath her long wig. She dressed girly cos Trevor wanted it.
Trevor came down with her, hand in hand. No shame. No shyness.
When they arrived at the last stair of the copter, she pressed a kiss into Trevor’s mouth suddenly, making screams erupt loudly.
• Isn’t she older?
• Who cares? She’s the successful owner of her own computer tech company, and he’s a rich heir too!
Trevor smiled widely at Trinidad after the kiss broke, and they went down the last stair.
Kehlani bounced out of her own helicopter alone, looking like the spoilt princess she always looked like.
She was shifting her frameless glasses with her nails as she descended.
• Another successful one… After Stacy, she’s the second best female ice skater in this country.
• Glitz Society girls were always meant to be successful.
Kehlani’s eyes met with Reid’s in the crowd of watchers, and she tried giving him a smile.
As usual, he didn’t smile back.
Her chest sank.
Max’s dick was rising in his pants, merely seeing her.
“I just knew it,” Max muttered.
Tasha literally strolled out of her own helicopter, in all regality. She was flaunting her hair with care, popping her lips to adjust her lipstick.
Frank smiled before he knew it.
“Why the f+k are you smiling?” Max said beside him.
“I never smiled,” Frank replied, though he’s still smiling.
Tasha stood at the stairs of the fourth helicopter, waiting for Tania.
And Tania finally appeared.
No clutches.
All eyes widened.
The pop socks covered her legs bandages, and she carefully held the air as she descended, alone.
“The doctor clearly said a week before she can start trying walking without clutches.” Remo muttered.
“Is that worry I hear in your voice?” Max faced him. “What’s up with you and Frank and the Delgado twins?”
“Your words smell, Maxwell. Just shut up.” Scott muttered.
Tania got to the last stair, and Tasha held her immediately.
“I did it…” Tears came out of Tania’s eyes. “I did it….”
“Yes you did. I love you so much.” Tasha hugged her.
• Isn’t Tasha a top news anchor in Canadian media?
• And Tania’s legs is getting ok? She’s getting picked for the new talent American footballers list for sure!
And the show stealer herself came down last, holding her darling son beside her.
The screams that followed? Phenomenal. It’s like this reunion was planned for her or something.
Half eyes are on her, and the other half on Louis .
• Oh my gawd what’s this!
• What’s this resemblance!
• Covey Fabio return?
• They’ve been saying it but I didn’t believe shit!
• Now you believe? He’s really his father’s twin.
• He’s so fuckin hot!
• It’s unhealthy for a child to be this hot at such a young age.
• Is anyone not seeing Stacy? So fuckin gorgeous!
• Does childbirth always make people this robust? Look at those slim legs from six years ago.
• The flesh is shocking!
• She’s madly rich, what were you expecting? She has her skating career, her father’s medias, her mother’s pharmaceuticals, and now modelling is joining?
• I’m jealous!
Jeremy couldn’t smile even if he wanted to. He could only stare as Stacy received the love she deserves.
And the Champz girls?
They’re already dying with unparalleled jealousy.
They could shatter right now.
Except Zendaya.
She’s wet, again.
Just staring at Louis.
—
[Thiago’s Castle]
The electrical failure didn’t reach this place. Thanks to the backup preparations they set in place.
The lighting is unaffected.
Thiago is aware that Shelby would be in LA any moment from now, and he’s beyond ready to meet her.
She messed with electricity like he predicted, and the world government is busy. Later today, Thiago is gonna dispose Dorian’s dead body to the road mouth, and that’s gonna multiply the chaos by far.
He can’t wait.
Now he’s getting ready to go for the reunion. Who says he wouldn’t go?
Eleven is in the room he shares with Ten, waiting for when Thiago would call and announce departure.
But at the same time, he looks expectant. He’s definitely expecting something, and it came when Ten’s phone bleeped in bed.
He quickly checked.
It’s actually not the first time he’d be secretly using Ten’s phone.
The message says…
• We land in LA by 7.
“What are you doing with my phone?” Ten’s voice suddenly came behind him.
Eleven froze.
But he didn’t lose composure for long. He turned around, raising the phone screen to Ten.
“Why are you getting messages from Shelby?” He queried.
“What message?” Ten sighed, wanting to take the phone.
Eleven stepped back. “I’m asking why Shelby is messaging you!”
“If this is a joke, stop it!” Ten glared. “Give me my damn phone!”
And Thiago instantly came inside.
Eleven threw the phone. Thiago caught it and read the text in a second, his eyes burning.
“I honestly don’t know what he’s talking about!” Ten said fearfully.
“I told you to stay loyal,” Thiago said casually. “But obviously, you didn’t listen to my warning!”
With clean precision, he pulled his gun out of his back pocket…
Eleven smirked secretly.
“T! No! I didn’t…I wasn’t…” Ten tried to deny the allegations, but…
His words ended in a slur, cos three gunshots rippled through the air from Thiago’s gun, cutting him off.
Three large bullets rammed into Ten’s chest, and blood spread on that chest as Ten dropped to his knees.
From his knees, he fell on his face.
Dead.
TBC.
