RECKLESS
Reckless – Episode 15&16
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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]
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The repetitive chorus from the crowd of fans.
The tricky smile on Dorian’s face.
The playing instrumentals.
The stage.
The acidic smirk on Cove’s face.
They came together, forming a myriad in Stacy’s head.
She felt cemented to that stage.
Her dead mum used to say no one can run away from the consequences of their actions forever
Somehow, everyone pays.
Is her time now?
“A-po-lo-gize!!”
Like a typhoon, their chants rolled into her ears again, bringing her eyes back to the crowd.
Different cameras. Different phones.
All on her face—awaiting her downfall, but she blanked.
She slowly walked to the center of the stage, giving the crowd a sweet smile resembling Dorian’s.
They stopped chanting, and silence would have returned to the Dome if not for the playing instrumentals.
“For the microphone hit, I already agreed to take Trevor to a heartwarming dinner after this concert, and for the arrest….”
She looked up at the bright balcony, her eyes catching Cove before she talked further.
“I’ll tell my dad the compensate you for sure. Sarry.” She muttered.
She rushed away from that center immediately, shoving the microphone back into Dorian’s hand.
Dorian took it with his smile.
“She’s gonna wait till the end of the concert!” He announced.
Stacy gasped.
“Aren’t you?” He bit his lip, and the crowd roared to life, screaming.
“C×nt,” Stacy mouthed at him as she began rushing out.
Dorian’s eyes followed her.
A stage coordinator pushed out the marigold trolley, and the concert resumed immediately.
It’s as if it never even stopped—thanks to the instrumentals that didn’t stop playing.
With a sharp pull, Dorian reentered with his guitar, and the Dome shivered with screams again.
Feels like what just happened sweetened the concert.
The crew got more energized, and Dorian’s aura got refilled.
As the instrumentals of the second song—Drip, played, Stacy arrived at the VVIP balcony.
Trevor is already standing at the right side of Cove, and if she’s gonna witness the concert at all, she has to stay at his left side cos the VVIP is only for three people.
She snuck herself into his left side, and the wave of the stage hit her immediately the second song started.
Dorian (Verse 1) ♪
Velvet skin under neon sins,
You move like venom sinking in,
Your eyes are knives wrapped in silk,
Your voice a drug, slow-burning milk,
I taste your fear, metallic sweet…..
Stacy rested her palms slowly on the railings, finding it hard to focus despite the irresistible, erotica power every line of the lyrics held.
She looked beside her, realizing Trevor nor Cove is looking at her.
Cove’s eyes are on the stage, so her eyes studied him.
His side profile while he’s looking at the stage like this is raw.
No doubt, if he ventures into modelling, he’d outshine models.
Her eyes went to his hoodie. He must have a collection of cheap hoodies at home cos he’s wearing another one of his ash hoodies again.
Her eyes met his slightly open chest, but before she could start checking it out, she saw his brows moving, and she quickly threw her face off.
She shifted impossibly away from him, and her body met the other cold railing. She let out a low gasp.
If that gasp reached Cove’s ears, he didn’t react, so she adjusted her top and began moving out of the balcony.
“You were told to wait till the end of the concert,” his voice stopped her.
She paused, eyelids raised and lips sightly apart. She turned briskly to see he’s now looking her way.
He has turned with his right side, his shadow tall under the spotlight.
“And now you’re sneaking away like a thief?” He finished his line.
She straightened, folding her arms across her chest.
“Are you a surveillance camera or something?”
“And are you a pro$titute?” He replied, flatly.
Then he turned his eyes back to the stage without letting another second slip behind that sentence.
Stacy stood where she stood, checking herself out—her outfit
Her face twisted.
Pro$titute???
—
[Young Mansion]Kane’s arms were already shaking.
No—shaking would be an understatement. A half-broken tree branch in a hazardous storm day won’t even be enough to describe the mess he’s currently in.
He’s sweating. The air conditioning got nothing on him. Sweat wet him completely one would think he got into a shower. He’s soaked.
His palms are so watery they’re dripping. His elbows feels like they’ve been knocked apart, and as hot line of sweat fell from his temples down his jaws, he couldn’t hold his tears.
He broke, shedding slow quiet tears, but it’s not reaching the ears of the miscreants. Even if it did, it doesn’t seem like they’re gonna care.
They’re in the living room, watching porn on the family TV.
Remo is the one handling the remote, and Max is his assistant.
Max actually came to meet them here thirty minutes ago after he got done with Kehlani at the Meet Up.
Frank and Scott himself are playing football video games on their phones, so the room is noisy.
Mo@ns from the TV, screams and laughter from the guys. It’s as though they forgot Kane at the mouth of the stairs where he knelt helplessly.
He’s already losing his consciousness as he has been enduring for two hours. None of the plates fell.
But now the plates on his left palm are already shaking and chirping at the edges. His energy level depleted, and he didn’t hold back.
His arms dropped, and his eyes snapped shut. The chinas’ crashed on the floor, and Kane crashed too—right on top of the broken plates.
He fainted.
Even as he did, none of the guys knew cos the TV is too fuckin loud.
Some of the broken plates pierced his arms, wounding him. His blood stained the ground in samples.
Scott dropped his phone after the tenth round of his football game, then he stood to go call the maids to make them dinner, and that was when he noticed the body below the stairwell. His eyes widened.
“What the f+k!”
Hearing his yell, the others stood.
Remo lowered the TV volume immediately. “Ow man. He couldn’t take it anymore!” He laughed.
“I’ll give him a 5, man tried,” Frank followed with a grin.
“Should we throw off his body?” Max blinked at Scott.
The honk of a car filled the outside driveway as the parents arrived.
“No … F+k, I’m not fuckin ready for dad’s crash out!” Scott snapped.
Remo picked his phone from the couch, patting Scott’s back.
“Handle it like the good son that you are, Captain.” He winked.
He left the house with Max and Frank. As they’re leaving, Silas and Owen entered.
Seeing the mess below the stairwell, Owen rushed over, and her purse fell from her when she saw who’s on the ground, lying like a corpse.
“Kane!!!”
She crashed to her knees, lifting Kane’s head up.
He’s deeply unconscious he’s not even breathing.
“Kane!!! Kane dear! Kane!!!!”
Silas rushed over too. He threw his suit on the floor, perplexed.
“Silas my son is not talking!” Owen shouted at him, crying badly.
Silas’ arm went straight in a stretch, going for Scott’s face.
Scott saw it late, so even if he dodged, it’d be useless. The punch hit his face with the force of a dry ice.
Scott staggered, his face flying to the side as his lip split.
Then Silas gripped him by his singlet since he’s only wearing a singlet.
“I’ve always known you’re a bastard! I should get a DNA test run on you to confirm if your psycho mother didn’t birth you for another father!”
“Nah…” Scott laughed. “I’m your son. It’s glaring. No DNA needed. You know it!” He laughed again.
And Silas threw another punch at his face, but Scott caught his fist before the blow could get to him.
He threw it off, and Silas lurched slightly, his tie swinging.
“I only left the house with Owen for five hours, and you brought in your rotten friends? Into my house? Not only that! Porn? Porn on the family TV?” Silas pointed at the TV.
“So what?” Scott laughed for the third time, looking deranged.
“And then you went ahead to do this to your stepbrother?” Silas yelled, pointing at Kane’s body.
“Silas please this ain’t the time for chastising. We need to get Kane to the nearest hospital now! Like right damn now!” Owen said with urgency.
Silas breathed, lowering his hand, but he still didn’t look away from Scott who looks so unapologetic.
“Your sister went missing last year, and we’re still on the search for her!” Silas shouted.
The smile on Scott’s face disappeared.
“And this is how you celebrate her disappearance?” Silas continued. “She’d be so disappointed if she were here, you bastard.”
Then he took Kane’s body from Owen, rushing him out of the mansion.
Owen followed in a rush too, and Scott could hear the car engines wailing as they drove unconscious Kane out of the mansion.
Scott stood there for one full minute, thinking of Silas’ last words.
His sister.
He sat on the last staircase, and his phone buzzed repeatedly beside him.
Messages from his guys.
Remo: Sup? Is your father beating you? (Hysterically laughing emojis)
Max: Are you ok, captain? (Upside down laughing emojis)
Frank; Is he dead? I mean your pretty stepbrother (dead face emoji)
Scott didn’t type a reply for any of them. He dropped the phone and looked ahead at the mess of broken plates in front of him.
His vision blurred, and his sister’s smiley face jogged his brain.
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[Gunner Clubhouse]Gunner isn’t like the other clubhouses in Bel-Air.
Apart from the fact that it’s patronized by RIDE students, it’s also visited by rich old men who want pleasure in weird ways.
BDSM—Pain and Pleasure.
Zendaya sat alone at the bar, drinking the signature mojito.
The twins are on the dance floor, dancing with the intoxicating pump of the music.
As Zendaya drank with her left hand, she held her phone with her right, staring at a picture.
The picture of Cove she took on his first day of school—Monday.
He was coming out of the Computer Science Affairs Building where he went to take his schedule, and she spotted him and snapped him.
It was love at first sight, and it seems to be widening in length.
She was zooming on his face repeatedly, sipping her alcohol and listening to the music.
But her moment was interrupted when a big man sat beside her.
She didn’t acknowledge his presence even as he flashed her a smile.
“Hey, I’m—”
“I don’t wanna know your name, man.” She looked up.
“But you’ve got nice racks, and you’re so damn beautiful. I love your body, you don’t take compliments too?” The man frowned.
“I don’t take nothing. Can I be left alone? I’m in a relationship,” she glared, not having it.
“A relationship?”
She pushed her phone screen to his face, showing him Cove’s picture.
“Him?” The man frowned. “Wizard from No Sleep Garage? The mechanic? You can do better.”
Zendaya stood.
“Oh don’t be like that, honey. I once got my car repaired in that garage sometimes last year, and he left a strong memory cos he’s good, but he’s not good for you.” The man stood too.
His eyes didn’t leave her chest.
“Cove, that’s his name.” Zendaya went closer, her voice harsh.
“I know, but why should I say the name of a mecha—”
He couldn’t finish, cos Zendaya poured the drink in her glass on his face, soaking him with alcohol.
He gasped.
“What the—”
“Cove! Register it in your empty head you cow! And don’t you ever cross my path again!” She warned, then she pushed him out of the way.
She walked out, and the man turned, having a long look at her back side.
Seeing she’s packed over there too, he smiled, using his tongue to lick the alcohol on his lips.
“Interesting,” he muttered, getting his phone as he walked towards a washroom to clean up.
His phone pressed his ear.
“Yo what’s up? Can you handle a mechanic guy for me?”
—
Kehlani crossed Zendaya beside the bar, and Zendaya stopped.
Kehlani was in the restroom actually.
“You ok?” She asked, touching Zendaya’s hair.
“Yeah, a twat nearly ruined my night but it’s ok now,” Zendaya replied.
“No one gets the privilege to ruin this night, babe! C’mon!!” Kehlani dragged her to the dancefloor.
When they arrived, the twins were wilding so bad.
Tasha and Tania are taking turns to drink from a Hennessey bottle, and as they drank, they kissed.
Since they’re both bi, they do this most times. Mouth to mouth is like their way of communicating better on the dance floor.
Their dresses are next to nakedness. Short net gowns with nothing under, so if they step out of the neon lights of this dancefloor and step under fluorescent lights, their nakedness would just slap faces.
Kehlani and Zendaya joined the pop latina dance.
Trinidad and her girls are also here…in this club…in this same dancefloor.
They were dancing wildly before, but they slowed down immediately they saw the Glitz girls.
“And where the hell is their leader?” Roxy smirked.
“Stacy is probably at home, waiting for her papa to come back. That attention-starved bîtch.” Elmira replied, pouring vodka down her throat greedily.
As she talked, her eyes are on Kehlani, wishing she could just amputate her so Max would be hers.
After the nudes she sent earlier at the Meet Up, she sent other series of nudes, but Max hasn’t replied to any.
And it’s frustrating.
“If eyes could kill, Elmira. Kehlani would be six feet under the earth crust right now.” Trinidad said.
“Whatever. I want her boyfriend, so if she dies, it’s a bonus for me,” Elmira shrugged.
“Oh… seems tonight is on your side. Here he comes!” Roxy grinned, pointing her bottle.
Remo and Max and Frank are just entering the dance floor.
Remo got a hold of a robust woman who was already waiting for him, and they both got a room.
Frank slid the cross bag on his body off, getting ready to get high on the drugs inside it.
Max began searching for Kehlani with his eyes.
“I need drugs!” Roxy said, rushing to Frank for a stash.
“Hey, you got any good something to wake me up?” She nodded at him.
“Plenty of it. Follow up, chica.” Frank replied, leading the way to a smoking corner. Roxy followed excitedly.
Max was about to dial Kehlani’s line to ask where she is in the dancefloor when Elmira got to him.
She snatched the phone from him, and his mouth opened to snap, but she placed a finger on his lips.
“Shhh,”
He calmed, brows knotting.
“I’ll give you a free trial first, then you can decide if you want it. Your skinny girl doesn’t have to know you came here tonight.” She said, then pulled him away from the floor.
Max followed, deciding to give it a try. Just one try.
Elmira grabbed a room card from the manager, and she continued dragging him till they were out of the clubbing section. They entered the rooms hall, and she pressed the card to their room door sensor. The door cracked.
She pushed Max inside, and she threw the door back to the frame, locking it and throwing the card.
Her palm met Max’s chest again, pushing hard. He fell in bed, and she climbed with him, heels on.
She straddled him and pulled his belt apart with a flip. The hook, metals…they jingled as she worked.
Her hand went inside, and she brought it out…the sin.
His c+ck.
Before he could bend down to take it in her mouth, Max’s hand wrapped around her neck, lifting her.
Their eyes met.
“If you fail to do your so-called magic here, you won’t come out of this room alive. I’ll kill you and bury you inside this bed.” He muttered, his expression screaming danger.
“We’ll just have to wait and see, isn’t it?” Elmira smiled, so sure.
Max let go of her neck, and she was finally able to go down on him.
She didn’t take the d+k.
Instead, she took his balls into her mouth, and his eyes did twitches as she sucked the balls, wrapping her hand on his c+k itself.
She sucked the balls, and caressed the c+k. From the base, to the shaft, to the body, do the round line, then the cap. She touched his p££-h0le with her nails, popping his balls out of her mouth loudly.
Max grunted, wondering what she’s up to. He’s already so erect.
Her caress made his length stand with rock-like hardness.
Elmira lowered her head more, giving him a stare before sliding the covk inside her mouth.
Everything at once.
And that once, he hit her deep throat.
He groaned loud, grabbing her hair.
Something Kehlani’s mouth would only be able to do after two trials?
F+k!
“You like it?” Elmira lifted herself to ask the question, cutting off his pleasure, and that made him mad.
He violently pulled her hair down till some strands uprooted into his palm
“Max!” She cried, her scalp on fire.
“Suck it, wh0re! Suck it!” He commanded, shoving her down to himself. She opened up, took him inside her mouth completely.
He hit her throat again, and she blew him professionally.
Her saliva slicked, crawled, and Max pressed her head down again.
She choked, her airflow got cut.
Her eyelids burned.
Red veins appeared on her temples.
Her ears and face reddened.
She cried, but she kept sucking, blowing, licking.
She’s dying, gagging.
But anything for the gold.
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Back outside the clubbing section, Trinidad took her seat after Roxy and Elmira left her.
Feeling bored despite the thumping music, she got her phone and texted Scott, punching her keys fast.
Trinidad; Why you nawt in the club with your gees?
Scott didn’t reply.
“Strange…” She muttered.
But then she received a text suddenly, and she checked with blinking eyes.
It’s from an unknown line.
- Sup?
She looked up, ruminating shortly about who the sender might be.
She figured it out fast.
It’s Cove.
She typed back.
Trinidad: You probably got my number from the Major Group. Of course I’m done with selecting your twenty students, I just wanted you to text first, god of pride.
She sent that, and he didn’t reply again. She lifted her soda to her lips and at the same time, she sent the tutorial timetable to the chosen candidates including Zendaya.
On the dancefloor, Zendaya screamed out when she received the timetable.
“Are you high?” Kehlani faced her.
Even the twins stopped dancing. They faced Zendaya with question marks on their faces.
“I got picked for the tutorial, Covey’s tutorial!” She announced.
The girls hissed out, each taking her phone to see what’s popping online.
Online is all about Dorian’s ongoing concert—number one trending news…as expected.
But it included Stacy…on his stage!
“Holy hell…” Tania muttered.
“That’s not true, right?” Tasha said.
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[Natty Steakhouse, 10:30pm]The concert took thirty more minutes to end cos of Stacy’s appearance on stage, so it ended at 10pm.
Immediately it ended, Stacy took Trevor out on dinner as promised.
Trevor wanted lobster thermidor, and the best spot is this steakhouse.
The young boy is stuffing his face on a side of the large glass table.
Stacy sat on the other side, but she’s not alone. Dorian is right beside her.
He followed them here, privately.
As they both watched Trevor eat his lobster, Dorian clicked his tongue. “Weird craving you’ve got, kiddo,”
“Can you just…shut up and let him have his fill?” Stacy said beside him.
Dorian faced her, his face squeezing a little bit. “Did you just support someone other than yourself? Mama Mia, I think the moon rose from the wrong side of the sky tonight.”
“Shut it,” she faced him, and he chuckled, his eyes thinning.
“You know your apology wasn’t exactly an apology, right?” He suddenly said.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” She raised her left brow, resting her elbow on the table.
“Sorry is sorry, but whatever sarry means, you’re the only one who knows. You said sarry on stage earlier. I caught it.” He said seriously.
“So…” She shifted closer. “Are you gonna drag me back to stage to do a proper apology?”
“Don’t push your luck,” Dorian drew closer too, their faces only two inches apart. “If I make a post on the official fan website right now that DIAMONDS should reassemble for another apology, the Dome would be refilled within ten minutes.”
Stacy smirked, then shifted back from him. “Whenever you brag about your fandom, I get the ick. I can’t stand your braggadocio.”
“Brat, is there anything that doesn’t even give you the ick?” Dorian smiled, still looking at her.
“It’s Stacy, not Brat.” She replied without giving him another glance.
Trevor got done with his meal in ten more minutes, and Stacy cleared the bill, then they stepped out.
In front of the steakhouse, Cove stood, his back rested on a wall, and a thin cigar is between his lips, faint smokes surrounded him.
He followed them here, but he refused to enter, so he stayed out.
Stacy stopped walking, stunned when she saw the cigar on his lips like that.
“Fabio, you smoke?” Dorian gasped, hanging his arm on Cove’s neck. “Geez, now I like you more. Guys who smoke live longer.”
Cove pushed his arm off, glancing at Trevor.
Trevor got beside him then waved to Stacy with a smile.
“Thank you, Stacy. I hope you stop bullying people though.” He said.
Stacy rolled eyes.
Their Uber arrived, and they were about to enter when Stacy went closer, pulling Cove’s arm.
He looked back.
“I dress like a wh0re doesn’t mean you have the right to compare me to a pro$titute, so get that into that thick skull of yours,” she breathed on him.
Cove’s eyes shifted ominously, hinting darkness, then he roughly took his arm from her hold.
He got in the Uber with Trevor.
“I’ve got the rudest friend in the whole of America, but I love it,” Dorian laughed as the Uber moved.
Stacy’s eyes followed the Uber.
From a blue Ferrari on the road, Angela came out, and immediately Dorian saw her, he nodded.
But he stared at Stacy, his eyes going to her navel and waist.
“You look good, specially the navel ring and the waist chain. I hate not giving compliments when I see s+xiness. You’re that girl.” He told her candidly, and Stacy blinked.
Then he began rushing to Angela.
On the other side of the road, he was recognized immediately by a girl.
“Riri!”
That single holler called several other crowd on that road, and they began rushing to him.
“Rian!!!”
“Your concert tonight was the sweetest ever!!”
“I love you Riri!!!”
Angela and the guards were fast.
They guided Dorian, rushing to the car with him so he won’t get swooned.
Dorian climbed into the safety of the car with Angela, and even as the car drove off, the crazy fans ran after it, screaming and calling.
Stacy stood where she stood in front of that steakhouse, giving herself a closer look again.
She’s s+y. Dorian just confirmed it.
He complimented her.
She’s not new to compliments cos even her dad compliments her, but Dorian? It feels golden.
She’s f+kin hot, and her dress sense is peng, so Cove can go to hell if he doesn’t find it appealing.
She carried herself to her pink McLaren, and her guards flew the car door open for her.
She got in, and as the car moved, she checked her phone.
The girls have been bombarding her with messages cos her stage appearance video trended.
She was about to reply Zendaya first when she saw something pop up on her Major group.
The golf field yesterday. How the golf coach was talking down on Zendaya.
Her bones burned, and the phone turned enemy in the middle of her palm as she squeezed.
“Navigate the routes,” she ordered her driver. “And find the golf coach house. Drive there.”
—
Dorian groaned in the car when it moved far enough from the crazy fans, and Angela gave him his cigar.
He took one and sparked, dragging it satisfactorily.
“Why weren’t you wearing your mask? If I and the guards didn’t act fast, those fans would have swooned you.” Angela said softly.
“I don’t wanna take your scolding tonight, Angel. I’m too tired.” Dorian replied, trying to take off his jacket.
Angela helped him with it, and immediately she took it off, she secretly brought it to her nose to sniff before dropping it on her lap.
Dorian rested on his seat, closing his eyes and smoking silently.
Angela went online.
The concert is just everywhere, the stage, and the praises about his stage presence and swag is just so sweet. DIAMONDS are everything.
Even his IG followers increased by half a million in just tonight.
DIAMONDS worshipped everything up to the shoes he wore for every stage and his smile. They’ve always been obsessed with that boxy smile.
Angela gave the window a stare, seeing that billboards and city LEDs are displaying him too.
It’s like he’s the only celebrity in this city at this rate, so she understands haters who hate him.
Who wouldn’t?
She looked at him.
He’s still smoking with his eyes closed, so damn handsome.
She secretly sniffed his jacket, again.
—
[Studio Apartment]Trevor didn’t last. Immediately he arrived home with Cove, he fell in bed and just slept off.
Cove isn’t in sleeping mood yet, so he got a hold of his laptop and went outside, sitting on the small staircase.
He began coding and programming.
His plan is to work himself to sleep, but it doesn’t seem like it’s gonna work cos his eyes aren’t blinking.
He was on the third code when he received a message on Whatsapp.
He picked it up, swiped and saw colourful picture of waist chains.
An unsaved number sent it, and he was already wondering who sent that when a text popped up.
- Another secret of mine? Fabio, I love waist chains on females.
Cove’s eyes lowered immediately. It’s definitely Dorian.
He didn’t ebother wondering how he got his number cos Dorian is just impossible.
He clicked his profile and nearly blocked him, but seeing it’s a private profile, he stopped.
Private.
Meaning he’s really serious with this stupid friendship, enough to message him with his private line?
He stared at the line again, for two more minutes before saving it.
He saved as ‘Wesley’
Then he went to the text again, clicking the waist chain.
For a little too long, he stared. This exact one was on the waist of that annoying attention seeker earlier.
He pressed delete.
—
[Golf Coach House]The coach just finished fuckin’ an hired slût, so he entered his bathroom for a tub time.
He unwrapped his towel from his waist and was humming as he raised a leg, but then he felt something.
There are two bulbs in here—one bright and one green.
The two are supposed to be on. Why is it just the green one now?
He dropped that leg, turning around to go check the switch, but he screamed out loud, falling in the tub with a violent thud when he saw who’s standing behind him.
Stacy!
Her guards are beside her, supportively.
The coach struggled to sit up on the tub, keeping his lower body in the water shamefully.
Panic filled his orbs. His chest clenched on zero.
“Stacy? Stacy what are you doing… No, how did you enter my….”
“I don’t need keys to enter any house in this city, coach,” Stacy’s features went cold. “But you look like you need a padlock for your mouth! How dare you talk down on Zen? You called her fat?” She glared.
“Wait…” The coach blinked. “It’s about what happened on the field? No…you got it wrong! I only told her to hit the gym to reduce her fat—”
Stacy’s heel met his face before he could finish it, and one of his front teeth flew off.
He fell back in the water, struggling to stay afloat again.
“Reduce what fat? She told you she’s uncomfortable with her body? Zen is hot! That body is a ten! P E R F E C T!” She spelled clearly.
She sat on the edge of the tub, and before the coach could raise his head, she pushed it inside the water, making him drink.
He struggled, threw his arms up, tried to surface, but she increased the pressure of her arm.
She pushed again, and his head drowned deeper.
The guards behind her are the only audience. They didn’t try to stop her.
The coach drank water till his stomach reached bursting point before she let go of him.
Then… just as stealthily as she entered the house, she left.
—
[Sunday, Montana Mansion, 5pm]Charcuterie board, truffle fries, wagyu beef, loaded nachos and soft pretzels with cheese dip.
The dinning table is full of all delicacy you could think of, but they’re are all untouched.
Anita made everything.
Stacy has been awaiting Albert’s homecoming since he promised to come home today, but he’s nowhere.
Since daybreak, he hasn’t been picking their calls.
Neither Anita nor Stacy’s.
Like a drenched puppy, Stacy sat on the couch, staring at the dinning. The meals are definitely cold now.
All the excitement she had in the morning is gone from her body.
She looks dead.
“Maybe I should have suggested flying to Manhattan with him for the Broadway show. Maybe he’d have liked that better,” she muttered.
“No don’t think far. Homemade meals are the best option for father and daughter bonding,” Anita replied beside her, stroking her hair.
“Then why is he not coming? This is 5:30. We’ve been waiting till daybreak.” Stacy muttered, weak.
“Shall we try his line one more time?” Anita consoled.
Stacy nodded, taking her beautiful phone. The jewels at the back of the pink pouch were dangling as she dialled his line.
Anita dialled too.
But it’s even off this time.
Albert’s line is off.
“I knew he’d never come! He has never fulfilled any promise. He’s a fuckin deceiver!” Stacy threw her phone at the TV.
“Stacy!” Anita cautioned, but she wasn’t hearing anything.
Stacy dashed out of the house, and Anita rushed after her, but before she could get outside, Stacy already got in her car and drove out of the mansion with a rough screech.
She drove herself!
The guards didn’t wait for Anita’s order. They packed themselves in their cars and followed her out.
But Stacy knew it’d happen, so when she drove out of that estate and saw a boy riding a bicycle, she stopped her car, dashed out and went to him.
She pushed him down from his bicycle, and the boy opened his mouth to cry out, but she threw her purse containing dollar notes at him.
He went quiet immediately, and she got on his bicycle, pedalling away.
Without her car, they won’t be able to track her, and she’s not planning to go to any of her girls house.
So her father will have a hard time finding her.
That’d be his punishment.
—
[No Sleep Garage, 6pm]The sky is already bruising purple, meaning it’s gonna rain any moment from now.
Cove has been working on a car since 3—his longest work today, and that’s because the car parts are hard to get back together after dissemblance.
Even Trevor who’s always playing games helped tonight, but the last part of the car is so rare to get.
A Bosch immobilizer module—a tiny rectangular brain that controlled the entire system of the car. Without it, the engine wouldn’t even breathe.
All the car parts shop down in that street are out out it, and he has to get it done tonight cos the owner of the car is coming to pick it early tommorow morning.
Matteo made a quick call to a warehouse downtown, confirming that they have the module.
“Wizard, the Kovacs warehouse downtown still has it,” Matteo said, voice tight. “We need it now, or that car stays dead.”
Cove didn’t ask questions, he took Matteo’s car despite his hatred for driving. He drove out of the garage.
It’s a twenty minutes drive, and before he arrived at the warehouse, the rain already started, slamming the city unapologetically.
The warehouse squatted between abandoned factories, but easy to spot
Inside it, the air smelled like stale cigarettes, and there are car parts stacked around.
Neon lights bled across the wet pavement as Cove stepped into the warehouse—his hood dripping, boots tracking mud across concrete.
He didn’t greet anyone.
He walked straight to the counter and slapped a wad of cash down.
“Bosch immobilizer module. Porsche nine-eleven Turbo S. Now.” He said.
His voice was devoid.
The men behind the counter went still, eyes rolling.
A broad guy with gold teeth arched a brow. “You walk in here like that and think we’re your servants?”
Another guy leaned back, folding his arms. “Where I’m from, you greet before you talk.”
Cove didn’t even look impressed.
Rainwater slid down his jaw as he leaned against the counter like the world bored him.
“Where I’m from, I pay. That’s the greeting.” He muttered.
The guy with the gold teeth scoffed.
“You’re rude.”
Cove smirked faintly.
“You’re slow.”
And that was when the warehouse shifted. Chairs scraped, boots moved.
Ten of them stepped forward, closing in like dogs smelling blood.
“You think you’re special?” one asked, cracking his knuckles.
Cove sighed, like they were wasting his evening.
Then it happened fast.
He moved first—surgically. His fist caught a wrist. He twisted and slammed a body into a metal shelf.
Another guy came from behind, and Cove ducked, hie elbow snapping back, knocking the breath out of him.
A car battery fell.
Cove swept up the legs of two of them, sending them skidding across the slick concrete.
The remaining men came in messily with angry bursts like they were sent to kill him this night.
They held knives, blades. Looks like they’ve been waiting for him to come.
Cove moved ruthlessly like he had done this before.
In seconds, the warehouse was unrecognizable. In a minute, they were all on the floor.
Cove stood in the middle of it, chest barely rising.
Rain is still dripping off his hood.
The gold teeth guy groaned from the ground, pushing himself up on one elbow painfully.
His face is bleeding.
“You’re insane.” He spat blood.
Cove walked back to the counter and looked at the clerk who had frozen behind the register.
“Module,” he repeated, voice calm.
The clerk swallowed and disappeared into the back to get the module.
Thunder rolled outside.
—
[Montana Mansion, 7pm]Despite the rain, all the girls are here.
They all came immediately they were called by Anita, and they all confirmed Stacy isn’t with them.
The guards who went after her just saw her car outside the estate. She wasn’t not inside, and without the car, it’s impossible to track her.
She’s not with her phone too, and it’s also raining.
They’re panicking, awaiting the arrival of Albert, and when Albert arrived in a rush and saw the girls by the door with Anita and the guards, he knew something was up.
He alighted from the car slowly, his eyes widening.
“Where’s my daughter?”
—
[Rainy Streets]Stacy chose her location carefully. She came to a subway station, and she sat there alone.
The pitty-patter of the rain didn’t bother her. Being here alone is bliss.
She pedalled the bicycle for an hour before arriving here, and she has no idea what side of the city it is, but anywhere is fine.
Her head rested on the pole beside her, and she let out a sigh, looking at her long nails.
Her late mom always said she wanted to be Stacy’s personal nail tach when she grew up cos Stacy has always loved flashy long nails, but too bad…
The mom didn’t even wait till she grew up. The mom died.
And now she’s stuck with her dad who only has time for work.
Albert wasn’t always like this, but her mom’s death changed him he became a clock—always working.
She can’t even see him anytime she desires. He won’t come see her unless she does something extreme.
Only thing he does is tell her to always go everywhere with guards cos he’s got too many enemies who’d target her as his weakness.
And maybe he’s right, cos right now she’s suspecting a black car at the other side of the road.
It has been there for ten minutes now. Other cars are driving past in the rain, but it’s just there.
The sting of cold bit into Stacy’s skin as she’s only wearing bum shorts and a tiny singlet. Luckily, it’s not cropped, but it’s see-through.
She’s shaking a bit already, and the moment she stood from the bench she sat on, the black door car opened, and a man in black came out.
Her eyes widened.
She turned around, running into the smartest route she could think of in that heavy rain—an alley.
He’s definitely chasing her, cos she heard footsteps, and she ran faster.
But maybe the footsteps she heard was just her mind cos when she got further in the alleyway, the man in black blocked her in the front
She froze, stepping back.
One step, two step.
Then she turned around and ran!
He followed her.
Her short legs didn’t help her.
He caught up shortly, his arms grabbing her tummy from behind.
“Don’t touch me! Who the hell are…. ahhh!!!!” She screamed, slipping off him thanks to the rainwater.
She made to run again, but for the second time, he grabbed her.
Tighter this time.
He pushed a powdery substance in a paper to her nose, and Stacy used her only defence.
Pepper spray.
She pulled the bottle out of her pocket and sprayed on his eyes with a mad press on the atomizer.
He let go of her, and she didn’t look back as she ran out of the alleyway.
Gawd…hope he’s not following her.
She actually took the spray earlier before she left the car, thankfully, and now it saved her, but it already fell from her after she sprayed the man with it, so now if he follows her again, she’d be caught and helpless.
She could feel her panties getting soaked inside her bum shorts cos the rain is heavier now.
But why is she getting weak? Why is her eyes trying to force-shut?
Why is she…
She stumbled and fell on that road, and her knees peeled.
She shook her head, trying to get the effects away.
Must be the white power he brought close to her nose.
She can’t even feel her senses.
But she needs to run.
She has to. Else…the man in black is gonna catch…
Her sight caught the tall figure of someone coming in front of her.
He carried a red umbrella, his steps looking familiar.
Stacy tried hard to keep herself awake with half-lidded eyes till he walked past her.
She recognized the walking steps.
“Cove….” She breathed shakily, her voice trembling.
The person stopped, and the umbrella lifted a bit from his head.
It’s indeed Cove.
He was on his way back from the warehouse when Matteo’s car felt too too stuffy for him.
He had drove himself to the the warehouse in that same car, so driving back felt too much.
Spending too much time in the car is enough to drive him insane, so he left Matteo’s car on the roadside and decided to walk the remaining distance back to the garage.
He recognized her even before she called, he just chose to ignore.
But Cove? From her mouth?
That’s inappropriate.
“Please…” She sounded weak and drugged. “Please help…me…I’m being…chas….”
She didn’t finish before he turned around and walked off.
He left!
She gasped, trying to talk again, but her voice failed her.
What powder did she inhale? Is it some fetish? Is she gonna die?
She tried with her last ounce of strength to stand, but she fell back.
Her elbows and knees gave out.
She was about falling flat when she was grabbed suddenly.
She kept her eyes open, but she’s not functioning anymore.
He came back!
He did a squat in front of her, the rain drenching both cos he’s not with his umbrella anymore.
“Get on,” he said, monotonously.
She didn’t wait, but she was only able to put her arms on his shoulders before she lost consciousness.
Cove was fast to hook her legs with his hands, adjusting her body on his back before he stood.
He began walking down the lane with her, but at his seventh step, the sensation of something warm crawled over the skin of his neck.
He stopped instantly.
His nose picked the smell of something familiar.
Vomit.
Milk.
She vomited milk on him!
TBC.
