Reckless – Episode 67&68

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Reckless – Episode 67&68

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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]

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NOTE; FROM HERE ON, I’LL START REFERRING TO DORIAN WITH HIS REAL NAME (JEREMY)

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[Las Vegas, Hospital]

Jeremy is calmer now, and his heartbeats are back to steady as he sat on the bed edge, holding a cup of warm milk with his left hand.

Even the pointer finger of that fine hand is now plastered cos he has bitten it to write on the wall.

And the right now? The pinky finger is completely gone to Cove’s brutality, so it’s wrapped thickly in bandage, and the bandage is all bloody it needs a change, but no doctor can come closer to him yet.

He might look calm, but no one knows what he’s thinking in his head, so they’re waiting for him to get completely calm before making any move on his treatment.

His neck has swellings and scratches from Cove’s punches. His Adam’s apple area down the neckline is full of them. He looks badly battered like he was double-crossed by thieves.

The scribblings he made on the wall are still there, and he’s occasionally staring at it, sipping from the milk.

Angela sat on a stool not far from him, and she’s staring dutifully at him, wanting to touch him, but just like the doctors, she’s not sure it’s the best time to go close, so she’s keeping the short distance between them.

“Dorian,” she muttered shortly.

Jeremy looked up, their eyes catching. “Dorian is in comatose at the secret healthcare. Pending the time he’ll wake up, can you stick to calling me my real name when we’re alone like this?”

His voice sounds too low, very low hrs barely audible. Angela had to strain her ears to hear him.

“You know that’s not possible,” Angela shook her head. “You signed the contract to forget your name, bury your identity and live like Dorian till Dorian wakes up, so calling you Jeremy earlier was even too much cos Kaylee would kill me if she heard it.”

“Please!” Jeremy gasped desperately. “I told you I feel like I’m already forgetting who I am, and it can’t continue like this! I need to hear my own name more often and not the name of a criminal!”

“Dorian isn’t a criminal!” Angela spranged up. “If you’re calling Dorian a criminal, then know that you’re directly calling yourself a criminal too cos you’re currently playing Dorian! Don’t start this!”

“You know what I’m talking about, but you’ll defend him to hell, won’t you?” Jeremy smirked.

Angela’s arms fell, but then she rushed to him, sensing his complete calmness now. She held his face.

“You know that’s not true! It’s you I love now! That comatose Dorian is a psycho who doesn’t listen to anybody! He acts all gentle and innocent and sweet to DIAMONDS but inside the house? He’s Lucifer. But you? You don’t act gentle, you’re actually really calm down sweet! You just don’t take disrespect and cheating! And you’re good at taking care of yourself!”

Jeremy stared at her.

“I was already getting tired of Dorian before what happened to him, and trust me when you were brought to start impersonating him, I fell in love with you instantly. This is why I’m telling you to not say Dorian is a criminal cos if you say that, you’re indirectly calling yourself a criminal too and I hate it. You’re my dear Jeremy, not a comatose criminal.” She continued, wanting to rub his face.

He pushed her hands away fast, spilling the milk in his cup.

He stood, dropped the milk cup and walked to the wall where he stood in front of the scribblings.

Angela straightened, nodding. “You should prepare yourself for Kaylee’s confrontation when she comes back from San Francisco, cos according to the doctor, your vocal cords are damaged, and you’ll need surgery. Even after the surgery, you’ll have to wait for at least six months before you’ll be able to sing.”

“Dorian should wake up before then, right?” Jeremy faced her. “He’ll surely wake up before then and take over this bullshit I’m in.”

He faced the wall again, leaning on it closely and touching the scribblings. “I can’t even talk to my mother or sister. It’s been so long,”

“It’s all part of what you signed, Jeremy. No contact with real family even if you run into them. Act noble. Kaylee was even kind to let you come to LA for your uni education cos you said you wanted to be closer to your mum and sis. You’ve been a good actor till now, so why are you suddenly like this? Because of Stacy?”

Jeremy went silent.

“Not like she’s even pretty.” Angela added, jealousy talking.

Jeremy faced her.

“And you? Are you pretty?” He scoffed. “You got plastic surgery twice already just to stay young, and you got series of Botox! So when beauty is the talk? Don’t even appear there. Have you seen Stace’s late mother? She had no surgery done but she was the prettiest woman in this country back then and people envied Albert for getting to married her, so yeah, Stace is prettier than anyone in this country and you have no right to downgrade her with your tongue!”

“She can never be yours! Do you even know who you’re competing with? Cove! The more I know that boy, the more scared I’m getting! He pulled off your stitched finger with his bare hands! An hour ago, he killed fifteen killers at Streets B and now he’s arrested AGAIN! We both can count how many times that bastard has been arrested since you arrived in this city! He’s an animal!”

“Yeah but he doesn’t like Stace, he’s just obsessive! Madly obsessive he even went to tattoo my song title on his skin! That bastard will do anything at all!” Jeremy yelled.

He immediately coughed, holding his red neck tight.

“Do you know the most insane love is the ones that starts and stems from obsession? It might look like obsession now but later he’ll—”

“Obsession is obsession! Angel stop trying to preach to me! Even if I give up on Stacy today, I still won’t look at you! Go kiss Dorian in his coma state! He’s the one you had a thing with!” Jeremy cut her off.

Angela went quiet.

Jeremy’s eyes returned to the wall, irises burning as he stared at his scribblings.

Someday, he’ll destroy Cove with his own moves and save Stacy from his devilish claws.

He only has to be patient.

“The doctor said you should prepare to get your vocal cords surgery done tomorrow. That’ll be after Kaylee arrives to sign the parent documents.” Angela said.

Jeremy replied her with silence.

—

[Beckett Family Mansion]

It’s safe to say Kehlani’s family is the second richest in the Glitz Society girls group.

After Montana Mansion in Los Angeles, this Beckett Family Mansion is the second largest and grandest with flowers as the main aesthetical effects.

There’s hardly any flower found wanted here, from hydrangeas to lilies and roses. Senator Josh Beckett had everything planted cos Kehlani’s late mum was a popular florist.

The flowers are for her.

The strong smell of peace and sweetness from the flowers even reached the dinning as Kehlani and her father had dinner with the twins at the massive dinning room.

They’re all full, but still eating cos the food is madly good.

“When we get a break this semester, we’re definitely going to our own City,” Tania said.

“Canada?” Kehlani smiled.

“Yeah, and you must finish the food our dad will serve! You and Stacy!” Tasha attacked.

“I forgot your dad is a chef apart from his kingmaker stuff,” Kehlani laughed.

“Chef is dad’s side quest.” Tania grinned, drinking some juice.

“I met Kingmaker Delgado last month though, and we talked extensively.” Senator Josh said. “I love parents who know their limits, not people like Zendaya father with the greed.”

“Dad i hate the mention of Zendaya or her father. Still can’t get over the fact that her father tried to kill Stacy, ew!” Kehlani made faces quickly.

“And I hope y’all are keeping your distance from Zendaya herself?” Senator Josh asked.

“She’s an enemy now, you should trust me” Kehlani cleared.

“I know,” the man smiled, stroking her daughter’s hair.

“Did Stacy really return to LA without us? Oh she’s about to get the whooping of her life when we return tomorrow!” Tania said, staring at her phone screen.

An hour ago, Stacy texted them that she’s already in LA, and now they’re left to returning by themselves tommorow.

“Just leave Stacy’s case till we return tomorrow, babe.” Tasha said.

“And that boy… Covey Fabio. He has constituted enough danger in the campus, but the Chancellor is still keeping him inside? At this point, I dunno what to think.” Senator Josh said, dropping his cutlery.

“He looks too ordinary, and at the same time he looks powerful. I dunno if you get me but he has this weird, strange energy around him.” Kehlani said confusedly.

“Anytime the shareholders table his rustication to the Chancellor, the Chancellor would blow it off like nothing. Like he’s scared of him.” Senator Josh said.

“Who wouldn’t be scared? That guy is demonic. I mean pulling off someone’s finger? I’ve never seen that before.” Tasha said.

“I mean I legit fainted, so yeah…that boy is deranged.” Kehlani shook her head in awe.

“Did you see the news about the killings he did in streets B? He killed fifteen killers! Fifteen! Now he has been arrested again Oh…. chills!” Tasha covered herself with her arms.

“The most dangerous part is that he seems to be into Stacy, and I’m scared!” Tania sighed.

“I’ll talk to Albert Montana about it. Such boy isn’t someone to get tangled with. He needs to get his daughter engaged to a good boy to ward that evil boy off.” Senator Josh nodded.

“I have a night conference at my home office,” he stood. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning before you get on your flight.”

He gave Kehlani a peck on her both cheeks and waved at the twins before leaving the dinning.

Kehlani led the girls upstairs to her room, and after they all showered together, changed into their PJs, they fell in bed, each with her phone.

But immediately they did, they spranged up again.

They’re just seeing the news about Anita’s visit to the resort.

Anita is Elmira’s mother?

But that’s just the minor issue right now cos an anonymous person posted Stacy’s expressway dance video on the official group. It’s dated back to the Mixer night, and in the video, it was Stacy who stopped Cove for a dance, clearly.

And the hashtags are….

STACY MONTANA IS A WHORE.

SHE FINISHED THE DANCE WITH DORIAN AT THE MIXER AND WENT AHEAD TO ASK COVE FOR A DANCE AT THE EXPRESSWAY.

A TWO-TIMING BÎTCH WHO DESERVES TO DIE!

HOW CAN A GIRL BE CHASING AFTER TWO DICKS AT A TIME?

SHE’S THE ONE WHO CAUSED THR FIGHT BETWEEN COVE AND DORIAN! SHE’S THE KISSED GIRL!

As the girls read the hashtags, they gasped in turns.

Kehlani fell on her butt to the ground, gasping again.

Her phone slipped out of her hands cos if the crash out DIAMONDS had for Cove was insane, this one is much more insane.

They’re already moving mad, again.

Tasha went to Stacy’s IG. She literally sneaked there as if there’s a nest of snakes waiting to sting her.

And there’s indeed a nest of vipers. Vipers in DIAMONDS form.

They’re already there.

Stacy’s last post yesterday that had 7.5k comments is now 20k+ comments.

No one needs to tell her what it is. It’s DIAMONDS at work.

She dropped just like Kehlani.

“I thought this trip would be the end of drama for this month,” Kehlani muttered, looking like a ghost.

“Turns out we’re only just starting.” Tania muttered too.

“Oh my gawd… Stacy!” Tasha gasped, dialling Stacy’s line.

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[Los Angeles, Police Station]

At 8pm, the station is still full and active all cos of one criminal…

Cove.

Even the officers who were on leave had to come around and check. It’s not everyday you get to see a college boy who killed fifteen people.

Yeah, the fifteen people were killers who were trying to kill his brother, but they’re still humans.

A college boy killing humans? He’s the same person who pulled off the finger of the metal singer Dorian.

So it’s worth the shock.

• He needs therapy!

• Sraight to the mental asylum!

• Gawd, have you seen his eyes?

• He looks unmoved and unapologetic!

• He was bleeding I’m telling you! He has a loose stitch on his stomach but still killed people?

• I don’t get why that criminal is in RIDE in the first place!

• The rich parents of RIDE University don’t know what they’re dealing with.

And in the midst of these comments, Cove just sat in the interrogating room weakly, lips pale and stomach bloody. He should go for a re-stitch, but the cops aren’t allowing it.

So he had to waste his blood while the cops throw their annoying questions at his face.

He hasn’t answered any of the questions though?

Why would he?

They asked why he did that to Dorian and what beef he has with Dorian to go that far.

So no one saw when Dorian was hitting him first? When Dorian hit him at the graveyard and he didn’t hit Dorian back, but then he decided to revenge by locking a door on his finger, and Dorian came back to revenge by hitting him and shattering his processors.

Shattering those processors is like a death sentence.

When he was at home, he killed with his voice processors on, but if he wanted to make the death more brutal and bloody, he’d remove the processors before doing it.

Dorian shattering them is like a call for death, and he’s have flatly killed him if Dollface didn’t interfere.

But these cops will never understand. He’s not ready to talk to fools, so he just stared back at them like they’re saying jargons.

Can they just throw him in jail already? Though there’s no assurance that he won’t burn the penitentiary like he did to the one in Australia that night five years ago.

How would he stay jailed for even two days without seeing his Dollface?

That’s like dirty suicide.

He’s gonna slaughter people.

“Why did you cut Dorian Wesley’s fingers off!” The interrogator in front of him shouted in frustration, palms slamming on the table loudly.

“Cos Dorian started it!” Trinidad entered immediately.

All eyes turned to her.

“I’m Trinidad Brooke, the only one who witnessed it from the start, and apart from my own testimony, I’ve somehow gotten the footage of the resort.” She said, raising a flashdrive.

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[Montana Mansion]

Stacy stirred under the sheets, tightening her lids as the sleep refused to clear off her eyes.

She wants to wake, but it’s like the sleep is pulling her back into it. She groaned, holding her forehead.

“Lani? Nia? Tasha?” She mumbled, yawning slowly.

None of them replied her. To her,she’s still at the resort in Las Vegas, but the silence she got made her eyes open, slowly.

As it opened, her brain rebooted, going back to the happenings of the resort.

The fight. Dorian and Cove. Dorian’s fingers. Escaping the resort. Running towards the helicopter. Blackout.

A gasp left her throat as she sat up in bed and grabbed her phone,.

She missed too many calls from her friends, but she ignored them and went online.

First thing she saw was her own dragging by DIAMONDS.

The uploaded tango dance video by the anonymous.

Comments section of her last IG post is now 27k

She didn’t even bother to open it and check it out.

That’s not her major issue right now. She’ll come back to that later.

She went to the campus group, and she saw the news she’s looking for.

Cove got arrested and is going to jail!

Dorian is preparing for surgery on his vocal cords!

He’s gonna use prosthetic finger on his pinky finger for the rest of his life.

Stacy jumped down from the bed, and Albert bolted into the room, looking so damn furious.

“Dad, you have to—”

“I just finished a talk with Kehlani’s dad, and of course I saw the chaos ongoing online! You have something going on with that garage boy? The same garage boy I warned you about severally?” Albert slammed.

Stacy frowned.

“You asked him for a dance on the expressway? Why would you even wanna dance with that evil boy who’s now the talk of everyone in the city!!! Why would you!!!” Albert yelled.

“You actually believe I asked Cove for a dance?” Stacy scoffed. “It was Cove himself who crossed me on the express and asked for a dance! That video was edited in reverse but of course you don’t know! What do you even know about me!” Stacy shouted back disappointedly.

“But you danced with him, isn’t it? You danced with him! Is he the reason you refused to move with guards those times?” Albert continued, pointing at her face.

“Yeah I danced with him! I did! I did it so what! I guess if it was a video of me getting laid on the road, you’ll believe too! That day at the hospital when I got kidnapped, that was how you believed I knocked two men out in the elevator! Me? Two men? I can’t even fight three girls at once but you believed I knocked two men out? You know nothing about me! Do you even remember my birthday? Since mum died, you became a stranger and i—”

“Are you saying that day in the hospital elevator, it was that boy who kidnapped you? You didn’t actually leave the hospital on your own?” Albert cut her off.

Stacy wiped the tears forming in her eyes very quickly, sniffling.

“Senator Josh was right. Asking for your permission isn’t the right way to go about this! It was a mistake asking for what you want in the first place cos you’re already going astray! I’ll meet with Kaylee tommorow, and we’ll start planning the engagement of you and Dorian!” Albert said.

“You wouldn’t do that,” Stacy shook her head, sniffling again. “Dorian and I are just friends. I made it clear to Dorian that we can only be friends so why the hell should I get engaged to Dorian! I don’t love Dorian!”

“I don’t care! I promised your mum to not interfere in your choices but I just won’t stay and watch when you’re making the wrong ones! You’re still young, just 20, so I understand your confusion. I’ll set things right for you…” Albert nodded.

“I. Do. Not. Love. Dorian!” She yelled at the top of her voice.

“So you love the garage boy? Same boy who almost killed Dorian and killed fifteen people? Fifteen! In this lifetime of mine, you won’t have anything to do with a bloody killer! Take it or leave it! Tommorow, your engagement date with Dorian will be set, and that Cove boy? I’ll make sure he stays in prison!” Albert fired.

With that, he bolted out of the room.

“D-ad” Stacy called in a broken voice.

“Dad!!!”

Albert’s footsteps never stopped till he rushed downstairs.

Stacy fell back to her bed, throwing her phone off.

It hit the wall and shattered, the parts flying around the room.

From her bed, Stacy slipped to the floor, burying her face in her palms.

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[Police Station]

Now the whole police department are watching the footage of the resort and how everything started.

How Dorian punched Cove first, how he punched his stitched stomach. They watched that part over and over, trying to find something else to hold against him, but nothing.

“See? If it’s not self-defense, then I dunno what it is.” Trinidad said. “My best friend was only protecting himself, unless you’re gonna use the fact that he’s poor to cheat him!”

“Actually, I slammed a car door on his finger on the road last week. He came for revenge cos of that and that’s probably why he attacked me.” Cove said suddenly, looking mad.

“You slammed the car door on his finger cos he punched you at the cemetery during the Massacre Party!” Trinidad snapped. “Are you that eagar to go to jail?”

Cove’s eyes stayed cold. He said nothing anymore.

“When Mrs. Kaylee Wesley arrives tomorrow, we sort things.” The chief commissioner said.

“Seems like you didn’t hear my introduction earlier. I’m Trinidad Brooke, Investor Brooke’s Only daughter. My dad is an investor but he didn’t invest on this station to get returns. He invested as a good citizen, and if not for him, this station won’t be the largest with the highest trained cops in America. Do I need to call my dad before you know what I’m saying?” Trinidad glared.

The cops just stared at her spectacularly, so she brought out her phone to dial her had.

The chief held her hand.

“We’ll release him, but tommorow when Kaylee arrives, he’s to come for more questioning at her request.”

Trinidad faced Cove, and the cuffs on his wrists were unlocked.

She supported him with an arm, and they left the station together.

“You’re driving me mad, ice prince. Why would you tell them you slammed the car door on him?” Trinidad muttered.

“Cos I wanted to see them fear more?” Cove replied dryly.

“You belong in hell. Fûck, everyone in Bel-Air… No, everyone in Las Vegas at large is talking about you. You’re something else, and at this rate, people will start wondering why you’re not rusticated from RIDE yet.” Trinidad complained.

“The Chancellor won’t rusticate me. He still loves his family.” Cove said, stopping beside Trinidad’s car.

“Of course, your highness.” Trinidad bowed with an eye roll.

“I’ll get you to the hospital where Trevor and Matteo are. You need your stomach stitched back.”

And the LED right beside the police station walls aired the 9pm news immediately.

Anchored by a news anchor from outright Medias.

🎙️ Concerning the controversy ongoing about Stacy Montana in the midst of the killer Cove Fabio and the metal singer Dorian Wesley, Stacy Montana’s father—Albert Montana has promised in a public interview thirty minutes ago that anymore name-calling and dragging of her daughter won’t be tolerated. Bots are currently watching Stacy Montana’s social medias, and any bad comment traced to the commenter will attract jailing. Because of this announcement, DIAMONDS who’ve been dropping hate comments are already deleting their words—

That was all Cove waited to hear before he pulled out his phone, going to Stacy’s IG.

The hate comments were bad. The highest level of bad—from DIAMONDS.

He once said he’d like it if she was hated, but this is different. They’re calling her names…

Whore.
Slut.
Bitch.
Hoe.

No that’s inappropriate. He needs to track down like ten of these people and burn them down tonight to lay examples for others.

And he definitely knows where this came from. He has been expecting Zendaya to make a move, and that desperado finally did.

He nearly got on his bike, but Trinidad stopped him.

“Where are you going? To burn people? I know you’re pissed, but killing more people will only call attention to you. You already have Remo and his gang on your list,. You can just hack the internet again and delete all hate comments. If you burn people, it mightn’t affect your hiding in the garage, but it’ll surely affect Stacy and her dad! For once, don’t play wicked. Also, your stomach needs stitching! Is it till you die bleeding?”

Cove looked at his stomach. The blood on it has made his singlet glue to his stomach under his jacket. It’s drying up already.

Truly, if he’s gonna go gather the DIAMONDS to burn, he’s gonna spend more than two hours, and if he spends two hours without getting stitched, he’s gonna die.

So he chose the easiest.

He’s gonna go hack the internet once again and delete the hate comments before going to get himself stitched.

He needs to get his laptop from his hotel room.

He got on his bike, black blood spitting out of his mouth again.

It’s darker than the ones he has been spiting since noon.

“Ice prince!” Trinidad tried to stop him, but he was already driving off the road, fast and furious.

“Fûck! I’ve never met anyone who has no regards for his own life! T!!” She yelled, getting in her car.

She chased after him.

—

[Elmira’s Place]

Elmira successfully dragged Anita with herself from Las Vegas after the blinding slap she gave her in the resort. She had to book a sudden flight, and though the deed has been done—it has already been casted that she’s Anita’s daughter, she’s still ready to deny it if the students start accusing her tommorow.

She’s gonna do anything possible to stay off the board meeting cos once the matter reaches the board members of the management, she’ll be eliminated from campus and might even be jailed for deceiving the school management board.

As she paced around her living room, Anita sat, silent but crying.

She cried throughout the flight to this place, and it only got worse when they arrived, but Elmira isn’t even looking at her.

“I dunno why you hate me this much, so you’re also the one who posted the video of me in Stacy’s closet? I am your daughter!” Elmira suddenly exploded like a bomb.

“Yeah but I never had had a loose, shameless daughter! My Mira was a good girl! I dunno you anymore! Who are you what have you done to my daughter! Mira this ain’t you!” Anita cried harder, standing.

Her tears balled on her chin, hanging there before falling on her chest. “I brought you up with the little I have and I made sure I got you whatever you wanted when though I am poor! I never let you suffer! But why are you repaying me with your waywardness? Mira have pity on me and just turn a new leaf already! You’re the only one I have left now…”

“Exactly why I’ll never do what you want!” Elmira spat angrily. “I’m the only one you have left so you wanna pin your frustrations on me? I’m not the one who told you to sell off your son!” She yelled.

Anita gasped.

“Yeah, I didn’t send you to do that! Now my bastard brother is living in luxury and wealth, and you expect me to sit here and suffer with you? Never! And you’re talking about chastity? Are you chaste?”

“Mira—”

“Shut up I’m not done yet! Are you chaste? You don’t even know our father!” Elmira yelled.

Anita broke into fresh tears.

“A random man probably slept with you in a gutter and you had me and my brother, now you’re calling me loose? I took after you!” Elmira shouted at her face.

Anita fell on the couch, sobbing painfully, the words hitting her hard.

“And yunno what? I’m disowning you as my mother! When I come back, I don’t wanna see you here and I never wanna see you again! You can only come back here anytime you’re ready to collude with me to kill Albert and claim his wealth! If you won’t do that, then you’re not my mother anymore! Go back to that mansion and continue slaving for Stacy!”

Elmira knocked Anita out of the way and walked out of the mansion, steps brisk and impatient.

She was trying Max’s line as she got in her car, but he didn’t pick. He hasn’t been picking her calls.

“Hope he’ll let me explain…hope he won’t breakup with me.” She said fearfully, dropping the phone.

The searches reported that Roxy was found half-dead and baldheaded in the railway, and she has been flown back to her family hospital LA to start receiving treatment, so she drove off to the hospital to go see her.

—

[Health Hospital]

Matteo might be more wounded than Trevor, but Matteo regained his strength faster.

He took few shots of painkillers, got his head and leg wounds treated, and now he’s recovering. He’s even drinking warm tea right now.

But Trevor is still unconscious in his own bed… same ward.

Even the street guys are all in the hospital, receiving treatment. They were beaten too bad by the killers.

Trinidad entered the ward, and Matteo blinked surprisingly, dropping his cup of tea.

Trinidad dressed girly. Bum shorts on a black singlet, but she’s wearing a facecap as if she’s shy of the mode.

“Look who decided to call out her girly side today!” Matteo smiled too wide his wounded jaw hurts.

He quickly stopped smiling, closing his mouth.

“I once dressed girly, and Trevor liked it. Was thinking he’d get well sooner if he saw me like this.” Trinidad smiled back, and Matteo nodded.

“You should dress more like this. I dunno what happened to you that made you chose tomboy life, but trust me you’re beautiful.” Matteo said.

“Thank you, Matteo.” Trinidad smiling, sitting beside Trevor. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m better, but where’s that crap boy?” Matteo replied.

“He went to get something done,” Trinidad said.

“Get something done without attending to his stomach?” Matteo clicked his tongue. “You know sometimes I think he’s not human. Do you think he came from a family of vampires?”

Trinidad smiled.

“Seriously how do you cope with him? He has too many intolerable toxic attributes I’m always scared he might grow old alone with no girl beside him. I dunno what he pulled Albert’s daughter with.” Matteo whispered.

Trinidad laughed this time.

“He’s unique in his own way and just different. He’d do anything for that girl. I dunno but…his obsession is toxic and at the same time…cool.”

“I know, right?” Matteo sighed. “I’m glad I took him in that day when he suddenly appeared at my garage. He’s a blessing, but at the same time a curse. He’s the word, and also the opposite.”

“I get you,” Trinidad chuckled, glancing at Trevor.

“To think that I was supposed to reopen my garage tomorrow, and this had to happen.” Matteo muttered.

“You can just shift it to Wednesday. You’ll be fine by then.” Trinidad said.

And a groan came from Trevor’s bed immediately. She quickly stood and went to him, meeting his eyes open.

He looked pale, but when he saw her, his eyes brightened a lot.

“Aw, who’s this fairy?” He mumbled, squeezing his face.

Trinidad smiled. “I knew this would speed up your recovery.”

“You guessed right. I want to see you like this everyday. Thanks for getting girly today T-girl.” Trevor smiled.

Trinidad helped him upon, supporting his back with a pillow.

He requested for a mirror to check his bruised jaw, and he groaned.

“I told the doctors to give you pills to stop it from scarring. Don’t worry, your handsome face is intact.” Trinidad quickly told him.

That definitely calm him down as he dropped the mirror.

“Cornflakes? Oatmeal or custard?” She asked when she heard his stomach rumbling.

“Oat.” He smiled.

She brought him a bowl of oatmeal in short minutes, and he was still eating when Cove entered the ward shirtless

His stomach is stitched already, and it’s wrapped with bandage.

“Wizard!” Trevor got down from the bed immediately, dropping his meal.

“Crap boy, you’ll end up giving me hypertension one day.” Matteo said.

“When did you even get here?” Trinidad asked surprisingly.

“Thirty minutes ago.” Cove replied curtly, sitting on Trevor’s bed.

“You’re done wiping hate from the internet?” Trinidad asked.

He didn’t reply, which means yes.

“You good?” He asked Trevor.

Trevor nodded.

“Yeah, big bro. I’m fine.”

Cove stood and left the ward immediately.

“Is it me? Or is he extra cold?” Matteo said immediately.

“He’ll come around after he sees Stacy again I guess.” Trinidad sighed.

—

[Monday-Las Vegas. Hospital]

Scott woke up early this morning without Kane beside him. He met Reid alone, and it was Reid who helped him balance his frame with the pillow in bed.

He was already getting impatient when Kane finally entered, smiling brightly at him.

“Kane!” He gasped, getting down from the bed to meet him.

“Heyy, I didn’t say you could get down, freckles.” Kane pushed him back to bed gently.

But Scott just pulled him to bed with himself and hugged him tight, face to his neck, comfortably.

“Thank you for picking me up. Reid told me how you found us and saved us. I’d have died in the hands of my friends of not for you.”

Kane broke the hug and gave his hair a gentle stroke, smiling.

“You’re a cute, obedient boy. Of course you get benefits.”

Scott smiled widely.

“I already notified the school about your condition, so they shifted the hall of Fame stuff till tommorow. Today is a private holiday for RIDE students, no one’s gonna go to school.” Kane said.

“Reid told me that too,” Scott replied, rubbing Kane’s arms.

Kane looked up, his eyes meeting with Reid’s.

Reid looked away.

“Reid also said you beat Remo and his cohorts till they crashed, and till now no one knows where they are. I wish I was conscious enough to watch.” Scott said, still smiling.

“Can you conserve your energy and stop listening to Reid’s story?” Kane replied, touching Scott’s stabbed shoulder gently.

“Ah!” Scott winced.

“See?” Kane sighed. “You need rest.”

“I know, but my mouth can’t just stop when I see you.” Scott said.

Kane smiled again, then he faced Reid behind them.

“Please get him breakfast.” He said.

“Toasted bread is enough, and milk.” Scott said.

“You heard that,” Kane said, and Reid immediately left the ward.

“How do you know Reid?” Scott asked, still holding Kane’s arms tight.

“I told you not to talk too much. I’ll explain to you later, but now, you should rest before our flight back to LA at noon.” Kane cautioned, laying Scott back in bed.

Scott obeyed and closed his eyes.

Kane received a text from his mother and stepped aside to check.

Owen: When you return, stay away from Scott for a week. We have to make Silas think he won.

Kane looked at Scott in bed after reading, and he folded his palm.

—

[Jeremy’s Hospital]

Waking up to the news of what DIAMONDS are doing to Stacy online had to be the worse news Jeremy has ever heard. He got sedated to sleep yesterday, and he’s only just waking up feeling better.

He’s supposed to be preparing for his surgery, but how would she be in surgery if Stacy is in the mouth of DIAMONDS?

They’ve stopped dragging her on her IG. Her IG comments are back to normal, but they’re still dragging her on their personal pages.

He set his camera immediately.

He didn’t even bother leaving the sickbed before going live.

DIAMONDS filled the live immediately like bees.

• Oh my baby! Get well soon!

• He’s so lean!

• He lost a lotta flesh, obviously.

• Gawd, Stacy has to die!

• Two-timing our idol is an unforgivable sin!

• Two-timing him with a bastard like Cove? She’s Delilah!

He didn’t even have the patience to read the comments. He went straight to business without smiling.

“I only have one sentence to say,” he said, precise and clear. “Stop making hate posts about Stacy Montana. I’m giving y’all an hour to stop. No, thirty minutes. If y’all don’t stop after thirty minutes, there’ll be no album from me this year at all. I’ll have to go on another hiatus.”

He ended the live after saying that long line, and he sighed out.

Angela entered. He expected Kaylee to enter with her, but there’s no Kaylee anywhere.

“Where’s Mama K?” He asked.

“She’s back, but she went to LA first. Albert wants to meet her, so she should be in Albert’s office by now.” Angela explained.

“Meet her about?” Jeremy frowned.

“The engagement of you and Stacy,” Angela said, with difficulty.

Jeremy’s mouth widened.

—

[Los Angeles, Montana Mansion]

Stacy expected the feel of Anita to make her feel better after waking up to the cold morning, but she was disappointed.

Anita ain’t at home.

Who even told the school management to pronounce today as holiday? If she had gone to school, she’d have forgotten her worries after milling with students.

But now she’s stuck at home all day. But she won’t be stuck for long though, cos she’s sure Kehlani and the twins are on their flight back to LA already, and she’d have questions to answer about Anita being Elmira’s mother and why she suddenly left Vegas yesterday without notice.

Her head banged, and she held it in her hands as she stepped out of her room.

Her dad is definitely not at home too, cos she ain’t hearing his breathings anywhere.

He’s probably meeting with Kaylee about the engagement already.

Joke of the year.

Maybe she’s gonna try suicide to make him know she’s not joking.

There’s no way she’s marrying a guy she has no feelings except friendship for.

She’s hoping his surgery goes well though and he’s able to sing again.

She entered the kitchen and got herself a cup of chocolate drink.

As she drank, she felt better. She wouldn’t be feeling this good if the hate comments about her online hadn’t disappeared yesterday.

She checked with her laptop.

The hate comments suddenly disappeared as if someone filtered them out, and she’s aware that someone indeed filtered them.

Who else but the nutjob who knocked her out yesterday? He’s gonna have to explain things to her when they meet again.

Hope he’s not in jail yet.

Wait…what if he really got jailed???

She dropped her chocolate drink cup and rushed upstairs, wanting to go online and check the news.

And that was when she remembered she smashed her phone yesterday.

Shit.

Even her laptop is dead and she can’t find the charger.

She rushed into the bathroom. She’s gonna clean up and go outside to gather information, or better still….go to the garage to meet Matteo and ask how things are.

But immediately she entered the shower and opened water on herself, she felt the biting sensation, the thorning feel.

Someone is in this house with her!

This isn’t the feel of Anita’s presence or her father’s heartbeat.

This is the feel of…

The bathroom door opened easily, and he slid inside like he owns this house.

Her nutjob.

Tilted head, gloved hands, hair covering his forehead and his right eye.

There’s a cigarette between his lips which he didn’t bother killing before stepping under the shower with her.

She stepped back, her heart picking race as if she’s just realizing what’s happening.

She’s naked. Complete naked, and this guy is in with her… alone…

How did he enter?

When did he enter?

She couldn’t even ask the questions as the formed in her head.

Her shock built up very fast it stole her voice totally. She moved back again.

Now he’s in the center of the shower, staring down at her, eyes hooded, secretive, but hungry and thirsty. He looks demonic.

His leather jacket made way for the water as it rained on him from the top, and his hair turned wet real quick.

One slow step after the other. The cigar tore away from his lips to the bathroom floor, and his hands finally grabbed her small body, yanking her close…

“How did you—”

“You better not ask how I entered, cos I won’t provide an answer,” he interrupted.

She tried to break free, as usual, but he twisted her, turning her back to himself and holding her neck from behind just like that day during the tub game. She gulped.

“How did you escape jail?” She muttered, toes toppling on the ground as his lips pressed her neck deeply, kissing.

“Cos I’m T?” He replied.

“I expected that reply,” she whispered again, relaxing a little bit. “Promise me you’ll restrain yourself whenever violence comes about again. I know you were only defending yourself, but can your ruthlessness be toned down? I don’t want you to really go to jail.” She said.

His two hands hugged her waist from behind, fingers entering her dimple-like bellybutton.

She closed her eyes, relaxing more.

“Before I do promises and words, how about we finish what we started yesterday at the gym?” He replied, deeply, rawly.

It sounded like a growl to her ears. Her eyes opened slowly.

Her body responded.

“What are you gonna do?” She asked, brows curving, and she surely didn’t expect what followed.

Two of Cove’s fingers suddenly rammed into her p+xy, going all the way him.

“Ahhh! F+k! Cove!” She screamed, and he captured it all.

Cove took pictures of her when she was moaning those three words.

She didn’t even know when he pulled out his phone. He took them clearly, making sure he himself appeared in the three.

His fingers are still in her when he went online.

“What are you doing?” She whispered.

“Shh,” he hushed. “You’re not coming out of this bathroom without cumming in my mouth, but before then….” He said.

Now he’s on his IG. The 120 username IG.

It was public before, but he made it private, messing with the algorithm so everyone will see his first post.

He made the first post immediately. He tagged Kaylee and Albert.

The three pictures of Stacy’s moaning face in the shower with him behind her.

Caption: MINE.

TBC

 

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