Reckless – Episode 17&18

RECKLESS

Reckless – Episode 17&18

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]

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Cove’s arms let go of her legs immediately, and her body slipped away from his back, falling off to the road, but before her head could hit the ground and crack open, he went down and placed an hand behind it.

Her head landed on his palm, and rain beat her face directly from the angrily dark sky.

With wildly pulsing fury, his eyes rolled up as he tried to have a look at his puke-stained neck.

But he couldn’t. His eyes never reached that neck, but the puke flooded down his chest, together with the rainwater.

She must have drank some milk this evening, and that’s why she’s throwing it all up now.

The smell hit him in the nose again, and a heavy load of disgust settled deep within his stomach pit.

He continued squatting there. His palm behind her head, and her body laying on the wet road.

Thankfully, there’s no passing car, so he took all his time, allowing the rainwater to wash away her vomit from his skin.

For five long minutes.

Her see-through singlet is equivalent to nothing right now cos the wetness made it as good as nude—It’s gummed to her pure skin.

Thanks to her bra, she’s covered, but her bum shorts is another issue.

It could be called a pant cos it’s extra short and thin. Arse cheeks are showing, waist is all out, the waist chains are right below her navel.

Well, she has dressed worse, so he’s not even surprised.

But her waist—it’s so tiny, so slim it might fit into his right hand alone.

He lifted his face, glancing at his body again. The milk smell is gone.

At the eleventh minute, he rose and remounted her on his back, continuing his walk.

She might look small, but her weight is deadly, his back aches.

But no matter the heaviness, he’s determined to walk the rest of the distance to the garage since it’s not very far away anymore.

Not even death will make him enter any car again tonight.

Two minutes later, he went down that road completely.

The man in black slid out of a dark corner, rain splashing off his leather jacket.

He adjusted his face cap and pulled out his phone, dialling a line.

“I couldn’t get a hold of Albert’s daughter. I was so close, but she escaped, never knew she had a pepper spray. Also, there was a guy.”

He went silent after that, then he talked again after a minute.

“I’ll try again, and I won’t fail. It’s my wish to see that Albert loses his only precious daughter.”

He turned the other side, marching down the road.

—

[Bel-Air Govt. Security Agency]

Albert turned the whole office upside down. He has punched three officers, and two of them are bleeding.

They’re against Albert’s orders since they only work for the government, but Albert wouldn’t hear nothing.

The girls and Anita came with him, and even the girls are threatening to burn down the building if the officers don’t step out to the thundering rain and find their friend.

Anita stood by the door, watching the chaos unfolding.

Albert punched the third officer, and the remaining officers had to hold him down.

“Mr. Mont—”

“No! Don’t Mr me! What do you mean you’re a governmental organization who can’t work for civilians? You need approval from the Governor before you can move? But I already called the Governor but he’s busy and can’t speak to me right now!” Albert yelled, breaking free.

“Get your officers out there and find me my daughter, then when the Governor picks calls, he’d stamp the search warrant! If a tiny wound appears on Stacy’s body, I’ll commit murder tonight! If she gets kidnapped or anything, I’ll kill a lot of people!” Albert continued.

“We’re sorry, Mr. Montana, but we really can’t move without a properly signed warrant from the Governor himself,” the Chief officer said—a lanky man with a funny goatee.

The twins sprang into action. Tania and Tasha bolted beyond the table, meeting that Chief.

They sent their blows into his stomach, and the Chief fell back, his cap dropped from his head.

His eyes twisted.

The other officers shifted. No one wants to touch the girls.

“Send out your team already!” Kehlani shouted angrily

“Oh you think we were bluffing about burning this place down?” Zendaya slammed her palms on the table.

Tania brought her cigar lighter out, throwing it to Tasha.

Tasha caught it, picked an important document from the table….

“No you can’t burn that!!!” The Chief spranged up, panic in his eyes.

Tasha sparked the lighter, but before the fire could touch the document, the Governor’s call ran on the telephone, and the Chief picked.

“Said he wants to talk to you, sir..” the Chief faced Albert.

Albert snatched the telephone, his breathings high.

“I’ve been calling and calling and calling!” He shouted.

“Mr. Montana, I was in a bind. My meeting took longer than expected and no intrusion allowed. I’m sorry about it.” The Governor apologized.

The officers gasped.

The Governor, apologizing to Albert?

Well the richest man title is not a joke after all. Money does it all.

“I need your SWAT right now, my daughter went missing.” Albert continued breathlessly.

“And what has the officers been doing? You get anything you want in this city, Mr. Montana. I don’t have to stamp the warrant. Release SWAT, now!” The Governor ordered.

The call went off, and Albert shot the officers a red glare.

Anita inhaled in relief by the door, and one minute later, the specially trained SWAT officers lined out of the gigantic agency.

Albert and the rest followed them.

The search for Stacy started in Bel-Air and Los Angeles as a whole.

—

[No Sleep Garage]

When Cove arrived, Matteo and Trevor were too shocked to speak.

Stacy Montana on Cove’s back? Same girl he’d rather go blind than look at?

He didn’t even give them the chance to ask questions. He carried her into the spare room.

There’s no bed, but there’s a soft chair which he placed her on.

She’s still very unconscious, so her body slumped back immediately.

“I sent you to get module, Wizard. But you came back with a human? Not just any human, Albert’s daughter?” Matteo said worriedly.

“Where did you get her from? She’s….. unconscious.” Trevor muttered.

“And where is my car too?” Matteo gasped. “You left it on the road, again? Geez! Let me guess, you felt stuffy again? You’re insane!”

“Go down the street, Trevor,” Cove faced the young boy. “If any of the street guys have a girlfriend with them for the night, then borrow the girlfriend and come with her.”

Trevor didn’t wait one more minute. He understood the assignment.

He got an umbrella and ran out of the garage.

Matteo grabbed Cove by the arms, fear in his eyes.

“Albert’s daughter? Cove I don’t want Albert’s trouble again. That man is crazy and—”

“You think I wanna do this too?” Cove cut in sharply.

Matteo sighed.

Their eyes went to the chair at the same time.

Even unconsciously like this, Stacy is still shaking.

Matteo quickly looked away, seeing that she’s almost naked.

“Does her dad not talk to her or something? Must she always dress this vulgarly?” Matteo muttered.

Cove went to the garage health box and picked out anti-cold and fever pills. He sat in front of her and used his right fingers to press her jaws apart. Her mouth opened.

He pushed the pills into her mouth. She didn’t have to swallow. It’d melt in her mouth and will follow her saliva to her stomach.

It’s that effective.

Trevor returned with a tall tattoed girl, and Cove stood.

“Found her in Spider’s place, and I already explained the situation to her.” Trevor said.

Cove pulled out the only spare shirt he has in the garage.

His pants is not an option since her waist is too small.

“I have spare pants! My sports shorts!” Trevor quickly said.

He digged into the spare bag and pulled it out.

Together with his spare shirt, Cove handed them to the girl.

The girl didn’t ask questions. She took them and carried Stacy into the bathroom, changing the wet clothes she’s wearing into Trevor’s sports shorts and Cove’s shirt.

Then she brought her back to the spare room. She dropped her back on the chair, and Matteo even payed for her services before she left.

Cove left Stacy on that chair and went in to have a cold shower.

No warmer in the garage.

When he came back fresh, he picked the module, and he went outside to finish repairing the car.

The rain is lessening now.

Matteo followed him out, but Trevor sat in the spare room with Stacy.

It didn’t take long before he noticed she’s already moving a bit. Her consciousness is coming back, but that chair seems too uncomfortable for her cos of her neck.

Trevor picked few old blankets and spread them on the floor then he dragged her body gently to it.

He made her lay gently there, and her uncomfortable movements stopped immediately.

“Wonder why she was in the rain….” He muttered, worriedly.

—

[A Health Hospital]

Kane is still here. He has been stuck, recuperating since Friday, but he looks better now.

Silas went out two minutes ago, so just Owen is inside the ward with him, watching him as he ate apple.

He didn’t talk to her no matter the questions she threw at him.

He finished that apple and picked a new one, but Owen took it from him to go wash.

“I didn’t say I wanted it washed,” he said.

Owen turned on her heels.

“Why are you like this? You finally decided to talk to me and the first thing you do is grump?”

Kane picked another apple from the plate, but before he could bite, Owen snatched it again.

“You’re not taking another bite till you speak to me! What’s up with you? You’ve been here since Friday, and I’ve been here too, taking care of you! What else do you want!”

“I want you out! Ok? I want you out!!” He yelled. “Your stepson did this to me, and you don’t even feel a pinch of guilt? Get out!”

Owen grinned, throwing the apples at the wall furiously.

“Stop pretending! Stop it! We both know you allowed the bullying! You don’t like this place, you don’t like my husband Silas too, so you used yourself as experiment, and that’s why you allow bullying from Scott and his friends, and from miscreants in your campus! You think that when I see wounds on your body, I’d want to divorce Silas and protect you by leaving?”

Kane went mute.

“What?” Owen pushed his head. “Are you suddenly dumb? You pretentions little trouble! You were the bully in your highschool, so you can’t fool me with your weak game now! Find another game, it won’t work! I love Silas a lot!”

“Him, or his money?” Kane scoffed.

“What!” Owen gasped.

“You married my father for his money too! My father was 60 and you were 25 when you married him. You married him cos he was wealthy and spoiled you, but you still weren’t satisfied, so you proceeded to kill him with plans to inherit his wealth,”

“But thanks to his family and the prenuptial agreement, you got nothing from his wealth despite the fact that I’m his son, isn’t that why you left Germany with me? We came to Los Angeles, you met Silas, and you fell in love with his wealth too! He’s your second victim, swindler!”

Owen waited patiently for Kane to land with the last statement, and she angrily swung a hand, smashing his face with a slap.

Kane’s hair scattered. The little bun at the back went loose.

When he looked up with red cheek to meet Owen’s eyes, he held his cheek.

“I’m doing everything I can to secure a future for you, and this is how you criticize me? You son of an old bastard!” She snarled.

Kane got down from the bed.

He didn’t wait for another word from her before storming out of the ward.

“Kane!!!” Owen’s voice followed him.

He didn’t stop

He kept going angrily, and by the main exit, his body slammed into someone roughly.

He didn’t bother to say sorry for the collision or look back to see who it was. He just left.

The person nearly followed him, but seeing his face, he stopped.

It’s Scott.

He didn’t come to this hospital for Kane or anything. He came for a different reason.

He watched Kane disappear down the front hall before he turned around and continued his walk.

Five minutes later, he arrived at the session he came to visit.

The Psych Session, Room 2.

He opened the door, stepping inside slowly. The room carried the smell of old dust and threads of cobwebs.

He visits once or twice a month. He never misses.

This room was where his late mother spent her last one year alive. She lived as a madwoman for that one year, and this was her ward.

Her case was very brutal that this hospital had to abandon this particular room.

No one uses it, so he visits.

Scott did a little walk around the room, and when he arrived at the window, he stood there.

“Mum, my sis is still missing—your only daughter is still missing. The mad part? Dad brought a new wife, and they’d be getting married soon. She came in with a son—a son to fill my sister’s place… isn’t that sick?” He muttered, as if he could see his mum.

He rested on that window, releasing a sigh as he stared out.

“I badly wanna make his life one hell of a brutal ride, and I’m only just beginning.” he added.

—

[Max’s Mansion]

Remo’s phone bleeped on the snooker table, and he had to pause the snooker game and pick the phone, checking.

It’s a credit alert.

His face shone bright, and he showed his phone screen to Max and Frank who’re in front of him.

“1.2B? For what?” Max blinked.

“For f+kin her like she wanted,” Remo shrugged.

“Wait… she’s the woman you serviced in the club on Friday?” Frank grinned

“Yup, she’s like my top one customer. Imagine paying a billion plus for getting f+ked? She’s loaded.” Remo replied, sitting on the table.

“The funny stuff about this thing is that Remo…if you asked your dad for 10B right now, he’d not breathe before sending it to you.” Max said.

“Of course my pops gon’ send me stashes anytime, but what you don’t know is that making your own money is thrilling. I use my father’s money to flex, but I stack up my own money for the future. I’ll have a collection of my own money and another collection of my father’s money. Got it?” Remo explained.

“Just the way Frank wants to stack up his own money from selling dru&s too?” Max said.

“Touche,” Frank clicked his tongue.

Now they’ve abandoned the snooker they were playing.

“Are you gonna gist about the woman or nawt?” Max pointed the snooker stick at Remo.

“BDSM is the theme of Gunner clubhouse, so I tied her up on the ceiling with a cow rope, then I stood in bed and vibrated her p+xy from there till she bled cos the v+brator was too big.” Remo said.

Frank began laughing, grabbing a molly wrap to put fire on.

“She was still bleeding when I cut her rope, and I used the bl00d from her p+xy as lube. I fuvked that woman like an animal. She was crying and screaming the names of her children. I stabbed the pillow with a knife and told her to ride the knife handle, and she did. Her p+xy nearly swallowed the knife!” Remo laughed.

Now Max joined in the laughter. The room echoed with their voices. Mocking and dark.

“You’re f+ked up, Remo.” Frank said.

“The part where she was screaming her childrens names,” Max grinned, sipping from a Rosé bottle.

“Where the f+k is Scott? Why is he nawt back yet?” Remo said, taking his phone to call Scott.

“His father is probably still crashing out,” Max shrugged.

“Has Scott ever cared about his father’s crash outs?” Frank said.

Scott didn’t pick Remo’s call, so he dropped the phone.

“Thirty more minutes, if he’s not here, we’re storming his father’s mansion.” He said.

“Sure, but Cove and Dorian? Haven’t we been silent enough? I get that Dorian has skilled guards who’re always with him so it might take time to enter him, but Cove? He’s easy to target. He has a brother Trevor…” Max said, moving closer.

“Trevor isn’t his blood brother. They met in the repair garage and he took him as a brother.” Remo said.

“He’s still like a brother to him, definitely his weakness. We only have to remove Trevor’s right eye, then watch as Cove goes insane.” Max shrugged heartlessly.

“Wait…that’s actually bam. I’m feeling you,” Remo said.

“And did you forget Scott is planning to drag Cove into the football team?” Frank scoffed, his dreadlocks dangling slowly on his forehead.

“I. Do. Not. Care. About. Football.” Remo replied clearly with a glare.

Frank sat with a smirk.

And that was when the doorbell came ding-dong from the living room.

“Who the hell?” Max said.

“Are you asking us? It’s your f+kin mansion,” Frank said.

Max left the room, rushing downstairs to swing the electric door open, only to meet Elmira there, smiling brightly at him.

She wore a really short black gown. Simple but slutty, and her heels inches are murderous.

“Kehlani the girls are currently in distress cos they’re looking for Stacy, so I figured I could come keep you company,” she said.

Max checked her out for a second, thinking of a reply when Remo and Frank met them there.

“Yo, is that Elmira?” Frank said.

“Who else has that big backside in RIDE? After Zendaya, it’s Elmira.” Remo chuckled, leaning on the door. “So what are you doing here?”

“I came to see Max,” Elmira rolled eyes.

Remo and Frank exchanged glances.

“Wait… you’re hooking up with Max?” Frank gasped.

“This is what I’m saying! That’s what I’m talking about! Max!!” Remo scattered Max’s hair.

“Guy, get off!” Max pushed him.

“Don’t worry, Elmira. Consider him yours! Yours!” Remo laughed.

Max dragged Elmira inside by her arm, and she followed readily.

He took her upstairs, and even after they went out of sight, Remo didn’t stop hollering.

“F+k, I can’t wait to see Kehlani’s tears!”

“Wait… Stacy is missing?” Frank said, face into his phone.

Remo joined him to read the trending news, and he laughed again.

“May she never be found!”

Meanwhile, inside Max’s bedroom, Elmira was the one who shut the door when she arrived with Max.

One would think she’s the owner of this house.

She came for Max who’s standing behind her, gave him a push on the chest, and he landed easily in bed.

She climbed him, sitting on his crotch and lowering her body to his.

She kissed him, and she received his reciprocation immediately. He kissed back, grabbing her arse.

He pulled her gown away, bunching it on her waist.

She’s not wearing underwear, so it was exposed slickly to him.

Her p+xy. Wet already.

He slid two fingers inside, and she broke the kiss with a gasp.

“Have you f+ked Kehlani on this bed?” She whispered, his fingers doing her p+xy fast.

Her mouth couldn’t close.

“F…f…+ck..!”

“So what if I’ve f+ked Kehlani on this bed?” He said, gripping her neck for a choke.

“I…I want you to f+k me harder than you did to her. I want to bleed on your c+k.” She gagged.

Max smiled, letting go of her neck with a yank.

He left the room, and when he came back, he’s holding a kitchen knife.

He stabbed the bed, and the knife stayed there, handle puckering.

He faced her.

Her chest tightened when she suspected what he’s gonna tell her to do.

“Ride it, Wh0re.”

“You want me to….” She blinked.

“You don’t want to?” His face froze.

Elmira took off her gown, completely with her lace bra.

Nakedly, she spread her legs, straddling the knife handle, then slowly, she lowered herself to it.

The handle entered her, slowly.

Her p+xy swallowed it till the end, and she squeezed her own br+sts as she began riding like an horse girl.

As she rode, Max turned on his camera and began recording.

He kissed her shortly.

“Leave Kehlani….take me. I’ll satisfy you.” She moaned desperately, the knife handle soaking with her release.

Her juices flowed down the knife blade, and her insides clenched.

“F+k, you’re such a wh0re…” Max squeezed her br+sts, pulling the n1ples cruelly.

“For you…” She m0aned louder, riding higher.

“From now on….” Max’s eyes darkened. “You’re my wh+re. No other bastard touches you..”

“I’m your toy—your plaything. Your possession. Your slave.” Elmira nodded, sweating profusely.

He got rid of the knife from her core, going down on her to eat her p+sy.

She screamed.

—

[Dorian’s Mansion, Home Gym]

Dorian’s taut legs moved with effortless perfection on the treadmill, his hair bouncing slightly, fresh sweat dropping off him.

DIAMONDS once said his sweat smelled nice during a concert, so he loves feeding their delusions like this.

He’s shirtless. Just his black shorts hanging for dear life on his waistline, and his phone is on the tripod.

He’s live…on his IG.

With millions of viewers, pouring comments and overflowing reactions for every dance of his abs under his skin. Every flex of his leg and arm muscles. Every bulge of his biceps and triceps. His gorgeous V-line.

He’s a god of seduction.

Not everyone loves working out in the mornings. Some are nocturnal and love working out at night. He belongs in that category.

Time is 10pm, and as his sneakers slid on the mill, his smile stayed intact.

The phone screen is big enough to read comments as he slid, and at each comment, he smiled.

One comment says…

• Riri, last year before you went on your hiatus, you mentioned you weren’t in a relationship with anyone. What about now?

“Now?” Dorian slowed down, grabbing the mill stand. “Still same, baby. I’m still single.”

Another comment…

• Can you allow we DIAMONDS to touch your six packs during the fan sign event next week? I’m in love with your body!

• Marry me, please!

• Raw! No condom!

• Are you perhaps g@y? I’m a male fan, please lemme know if I have a chance with you, Rian.

Dorian stopped the treadmill after reading that comment.

“No…. No. This is the third time someone asked that, and I’m tired of answering everytime. I’m straighter than straight. I fucked once with my highschool girlfriend c’mon!

He sighed and continued reading comments.

• This is why you should get a girlfriend, you’ve never dated since you started singing!

• No … I’m sure Rian has a girlfriend in secret! Single with that face?

• Riri, what’s your type?

Dorian left the treadmill, going for cigar, but he thought twice about it and went for a glass of wine instead.

“My type?” He tilted his head. “I’m averagely tall, so I’ve always wanted a cute short girl. Smart, pretty, ambitious and witty….a girl that feels like home for me—warm and cozy. I like my girl with a little bit of attitude so I can punish her constantly.”

He chuckled, touching his neck slowly with his thumb “Oh…she must love waist chain too. I love, love glittering bunch of waist chains that bounces when she rides me.”

The moment he said that, the comments section changed, the viewers counts increased, and it went wild with screams.

• What the f+k!!

• Holy p+ssy!

• One thing I love most about Rian? His rawness! He never hides!

• Any waist chain plug here?

• Pick me Rian! I love waist chain since I was young!

Dorian was having the best night of his life, sipping wine slowly with a knowing smirk.

Angela entered the gym, interrupting his session.

He left the camera and went to her by the door.

“You didn’t hear the news yet? LA is in dismay right now,” she said.

“What news?” Dorian frowned.

“Stacy Montana is missing,” she nodded.

“You’re—”

“Kidding?” Angela cut in. “Go check the news. It’s everywhere.”

Dorian rushed out of the gym immediately, and Angela went to the phone. She went on her knees, hiding her face from the camera.

She just stretched her finger and carefully ended the live without attracting attention.

After pressing the red, she stood, going online to several screen records of the live from fans.

Angela smiled, caressing his body on screen with her index finger.

—

[No Sleep Garage]

Cove is just finishing work on the car,. He peeled his gloves off slowly, tiny sweat crawling down his hair tendrils.

Trevor took the gloves from him, joining it with his own to go drop inside the tool room.

“As usual, you aced it.” Matteo patted his shoulder proudly.

“Shall we go have dinner together? I’mma make noodles, or should I make hotpot?” He continued.

“It’s some minutes to 11. I’m not eating late dinner.” Cove replied curtly.

“But you’ll eat pineapple?” Matteo teased.

“If you peel it?” Cove gave him a stare, and Matteo grinned.

“Of course I’ll peel for my wild card!”

“Stacy is still inside remember?” Trevor said.

“When she wakes, she’d walk to her house herself,” Cove replied, wiping his sweat with a face wipe.

That was the last thing he said before ten cars drove into the garage at the same time. The garage gate has been closed, but the first car crashed into the gate intentionally, breaking it down so the others could drive in.

Matteo and Trevor gasped. “Who the hell is—”

Their words died when Albert came out of the first car with Anita.

The girls came out of the second car.

From the remaining eight cars, SWAT officers came out.

They’ve combed the whole city without success, but then they began checking cameras of distant streets and corner shops.

They found a footage of Cove carrying Stacy on his back to this garage, and they came here.

Zendaya’s heart skipped beats immediately she saw Cove wearing his mechanic gear with the fabric-made suspenders.

She gulped, cos the garage lights are bright enough to catch his unsullied face.

Albert stalked to him without waiting, and before anyone could intervene, he already slapped Cove twice on the same cheek.

Cove’s cheek reddened.

“Why are you slapping him!” Trevor shouted with wide eyes.

“Mr. Montana!” Matteo yelled, and Albert turned immediately, dazing Matteo with a slap too.

Matteo fell.

But that was the last straw.

Cove picked a giant spanner lying beside the car tyre, swinging the spanner at Albert’s face.

Albert’s cheek bled with a long wound, pain searing through the flesh of his face.

But Cove wasn’t done. He raised the spanner again, but he was held by a SWAT officer.

He shoved the officer away and successfully slapped Albert with the spanner for the second damn time.

Albert staggered, falling on the car bonnet as more blood poured out of his trembling mouth.

For the third time, Cove raised the spanner on him again…

“Are you sure?” a SWAT officer said behind him, and he turned to see they’re already holding Trevor hostage with Matteo.

Cove lowered his hand.

The spanner dropped, and that was when Albert stood straight.

He punched Cove in the face, and Cove readily fell on his knees in the middle of everybody.

Zendaya’s fists folded.

“You dare kidnap my daughter? In this city? A unimportant sewage like you?” Albert laughed.

“He didn’t kidnap her! She was found in the rain and Covey only brought her here to help her condition!!” Trevor yelled.

“Don’t bother talking, Trevor,” Matteo muttered. “He won’t believe you.”

“Of course I don’t believe! I’m not crazy,. I’m sane! You held a grudge against her for the concert incident, and you resorted to kidnapping her in this city? How pathetically dumb!” Albert yelled, pointing at Cove.

“And for growing the effrontery to hit me with a spanner, I’ll make sure you rot in jail, pauper!”

Cove entered his mute mode.

He said nothing at all.

Anita entered the spare room with Kehlani, and they both came out with Stacy’s unconscious body.

She was carefully tucked in the car, and Cove was handcuffed.

Zendaya stepped forward. “I trust he didn’t kidnap her. Why would he even kidnap her and still stay here with her?” She said.

“Zendaya, move!” Albert snapped.

“No I will not move!” Zendaya exploded.

“You’re to be blamed for chosing work over Stacy always! All she asks is a little bit of your attention which you fail to give everytime! You’re aware that each time you ignore her, she does something crazy to get your attention, but you still won’t budge! Now you’re gonna pour the blame on this innocent guy? I won’t let you arrest him!” She argued.

“Zendaya I can ruin your father’s oil and gas business with a snap!” Albert growled. “Step aside, or you’ll see the other side of me!”

Tasha and Tania quickly pulled Zendaya back.

Zendaya was already crying.

Cove was pushed into the SWAT car, and that car was the first to drive out of the garage.

The car containing Stacy and Albert and Anita followed.

Then the girls car.

The other cars conveying the remaining SWAT officers followed last, and Trevor began shedding tears

“I shouldn’t have made him follow me to that concert that night. That concert is the start of all these…now he’s getting arrested for the second f+kin time!”

“I need to go learn how to fight. Even you have to learn, Trevor. He was captured cos we were held hostage…” Matteo muttered restlessly.

“What are we gonna do?” Trevor held him quickly.

“We wait till Stacy wakes. If she still has a bit of conscience, she should testify that he saved her, not kidnap her.” Matteo said.

—

[Next Morning, Hospital]

Stacy’s surroundings was clear to her immediately she regained her consciousness.

The smell of injections, the solitude and the call of code blue at the down floor.

The stealthy footsteps.

It’s obvious she’s in an hospital,but how?

She could remember getting carried by Cove, so why is she in an hospital?

Did he bring her?

She pulled her lids apart, opening her eyes to the peace of daybreak.

She’s indeed in an hospital, and she immediately sat up.

It was easy, luckily.

And she was surprised to meet her friends around herself.

All of them.

“Gawd…babe, you’re back!” Kehlani hugged her.

“The doctor said you inhaled a chemical, I forgot the name. It was supposed to numb your muscles, that’s why you fell unconscious.” Tania said, hugging her too.

“How’re you feeling, my love?” Tasha asked, touching her face.

Stacy pulled away from their hug, frowning.

“Where am I? Cove carried me last night—away from the alley where I was nearly kidnapped.” She said.

“Wait…he didn’t kidnap you?” Kehlani blinked.

“Kidnap me? Why would he do that?” Stacy frowned deeper.

“I knew it!” Zendaya shouted angrily. “I knew he’d never do that so tell me why your dad got the innocent guy arrested!”

“What are you saying?” Stacy came down from the bed slowly.

Instantly, a masked individual entered the ward, but he got rid of his mask immediately he entered.

It’s Dorian.

“I’ve been following up on the news since last night. I went from being worried that you went missing to getting shocked that you were actually kidnapped, then getting mad to hear Fabio kidnapped you. How does that make sense?” He said impatiently.

“Make it clear, why is everyone talking in zigzags! I’m not understanding!!” Stacy yelled.

“Your dad got Cove arrested since last night, saying he kidnapped you!” Zendaya snapped.

“What!” Stacy went cold.

“Daughter?” Albert entered the ward with Anita.

His wounded face is plastered.

He flashed a handsome smile as he advanced.

“You’re awake?”

“You arrested Cove?” Stacy queried. “The same person who saved me from that wet road last night?” Her eyes are still wide as she talked.

“Saved you?” Albert frowned.

“I was chased by a man who I’m sure is one of your enemies, but I escaped with pepper spray. I fell cos he made me inhale a powder, and he’d have caught up with me on that road if Cove wasn’t passing by! He was the one who took me away after I begged him… after I said please!” She yelled at him angrily.

Albert’s mouth widened.

“You give all your time to work, I waited all day yesterday for you, but you never came!!! And the little time you actually spent with me during my unconscious state, you actually got my helper arrested? Gawd…I wanna kill you so bad! I wanna crucify you!!!!” She yelled.

“Sweetheart—” Albert came closer, but she pointed an arm forward, glaring redly.

“Call for his release, now!!!” Stacy yelled crazily.

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[SWAT Headquarters]

The call came in like a saving quest, and the Chief picked it up fast.

He only talked to Albert for two seconds before dropping the call, then he ordered his officers.

The cell gate was unlocked, and Cove came out, looking different.

Apart from the punches he received from Albert last night, he was also tortured inside the cell, so now he’s got bruises on his jawline, and a small one on the right side of his lip.

He looks badly beaten.

His cuffs were unlocked and removed, and he stepped out of the headquarters like he’s just returning from war.

Everyone’s outside.

Matteo, Trevor, Glitz Society including Stacy herself.

Masked Dorian with his guards, even Albert and Anita.

Stacy flew forward first before anyone, and seeing his bruised face just made her gasp.

She raised her hand to touch immediately, but he gave her a glare sharp enough to murder any living thing.

She dropped that hand, and he walked past her.

“I’m sorry… sorry for the microphone throw, sorry for troubling you last night and sorry for my dad’s irrationality.” She quickly said.

He stopped, turning with his right side to give her a blank stare.

“You have no idea how rotten your voice sounds to my ears….your sorry? I don’t need it. Maybe give it to a beggar. You and your father are a shortage to nature. Two empty-headed morons posing as humans” He muttered, loud enough for just her to hear.

Stacy’s mouth tightened.

“And I’ve heard about your GPA….1.99?” He smirked. “Just abandon school, dullard, and listen to me… Stacy Montana….”

He came closer at this point, stepping in her space till he’s close enough.

Stacy had to look up at his face from her height level, craning her neck.

“Next time you see me, just run, and hide. Run as fast as you can, or I’ll break a important bone in your body, and I won’t mind getting arrested by then. Pr0$titute.” He muttered, making sure each word sank in like fangs.

Then…he walked off.