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[Book 1 in The Untamed Duet]
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Copyright © 2026
By Naomi Cindy B.
CHAPTER 9.
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[Young Mansion]
Dinner is late here too cos Owen took time to settle in before she agreed to visit the dinning with her son.
They’re both waiting for Silas to join them before they’d start eating.
The maids served them and left the area completely.
Kane just stared at the meals in front of him, not looking like he’s interested at all.
“Anything the problem?” Owen asked, noticing his disinterest.
“You got the man of your dreams, mum, and you’re happy. I won’t share that happiness with you.” He replied.
“Kane!” Owen came closer. “Don’t start today, don’t just start. It’s an happy day so keep it that way and just hope your stepbrother likes you.”
Ignoring her words, Kane took a glass of water to drink.
Silas joined them.
He sat beside Owen, and the woman beamed brightly.
They began eating in deep silence, and Kane managed to eat two spoons from the rice.
“You like the food?” Silas asked. “Our maids are good.”
“Not bad,” Kane said, and Silas nodded at him.
“About Scott’s sister, how’s it going?” Owen asked suddenly.
Silas paused.
Scott actually really has a junior sister who went to San Francisco last year and went missing.
“I still don’t know what to think, Owen. We searched throughout last year, but there was no answer. My money couldn’t get me answers about her whereabouts.” Silas said.
“I just hope she’s still alive wherever she is. She’d have definitely gotten along with Kane cos you told me she’s a bright, smiley girl.” Owen smiled.
“You got it.” Silas smiled back.
At this point, Kane slowly dropped his spoon and stood.
“Tell me the location of that anniversary party, I’ll go find my stepbrother myself,” he said.
“What!”
“His name is Scott, isn’t he? Give me the address.” Kane insisted.
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[No Sleep Garage, 9:30PM]
The garage smelled like burnt oil and metal filings.
Trevor sat beneath a canopy, playing games with Cove’s phone.
Cove is repairing a car.
A few street boys are under the canopy too, talking about RIDE campus students.
As Cove repaired the car, Matteo is beside him, watching.
Cove had the hood of the black sports car propped open, his forearms streaked with grease.
His fingers moved with surgical precision—tightening a bolt, adjusting the timing belt, tapping a diagnostic tablet.
Matteo was about to touch something in the car when he talked…
“Don’t touch that,” he said without looking up.
The senior mechanic froze, hand hovering mid-air.
“I was just—”
“You were about to misalign the camshaft again.” Cove cut him off monotonously. “If you want to destroy a six-figure engine, do it on your own time.”
A couple of more street guys entered the garage, whispering things about his bluntness.
Cove ignored them since they’re only background noises.
He finished work on the car and told Matteo to enter the car to test it.
Matteo slid into the driver’s seat and turned the key. The engine purred smoothly, flawlessly.
Cove listened to the sound, his head tilted, expression unreadable.
“See? Precision over guesswork,” he muttered, eyes scanning the garage.
He got a face towel to wipe his sweaty face cos of heat.
“And people are saying they dunno why i can’t ever let anything happen to you? You’re like my lucky charm, Covey.” Matteo grinned, patting Cove’s shoulder.
Every street boy under the canopy stood with Trevor when a black custom-made Benz drove into the garage. It’s the first time a custom-made car entered this place.
Trevor paused his game, blinking.
“Who’s that?”
Even Matteo and Cove turned.
The car grinded to a stop not far from the gate, and Dorian came out with Angela… and the guards.
Dorian wore a nose mask, but Trevor recognized him at a glance.
“Riri? It’s Riri!” He shouted.
Realizing he has been blown, Dorian got rid of his mask.
The street guys rushed forward immediately, trying to make contacts, but the guards stopped it, so they could only admire his skin and designers from a distance.
As they checked him out, then gossiped.
• It’s really the metal singer. Guess I’m lucky to be here tonight.
• They called him the most fashionable guy in San Francisco, but now that he’s in LA, he’s here to take the title too? He dresses so good.
• Everything on him is custom-made, you can’t find them anywhere else.
“It’s you…Riri. can’t believe I’m really seeing you up close like this. Last night at the concert it was too chaotic.” Trevor said emotionally.
Dorian snapped his fingers, and Angela brought a package out of the car…an iphone box.
She handed it to Dorian.
“Saw you snapping pictures with Wizard’s phone at the concert, so I figured you didn’t have a personal phone.” He said, stretching it out to Trevor who gasped.
“For me? You bought me an iphone?”
He’s already crying.
“And this,” Dorian stretch out his VIP concert ticket.
“It’s rescheduled for Friday, you should come for the VIP spot.”
“A ticket too?” Trevor sniffled. “I did nothing to deserve this. I don’t even buy your CDs cos they’re so expensive, and I only secretly stream your songs on Cove’s phone when I get the chance.”
“This is to say sorry for the microphone hit on your head, kiddo. Don’t get emotional.” Dorian smiled.
“How can I not get emotional?” Trevor sniffled again. “Can I hug you? I don’t use perfume but I use roll-on and I don’t smell.”
“Come here, talkative.” Dorian pulled him into a hug by himself.
“Please take my pictures…use Cove’s phone to take the pictures…” Trevor quickly signalled at one of the street boys who immediately began snapping the pictures.
They’ve barely snapped two when Angela pulled Dorian away from Trevor. She dislikes it.
To her, he’s too expensive to come in contact with filth like them.
“Thank you, Riri.” Trevor appreciated again, and Cove stepped in.
He took the phone and ticket from Trevor and stretched them to Dorian.
“I don’t wanna know what your motive is for coming here and gifting Trevor, but wrap it up. Leave.”
He sounded monotonous again, voice low but weighty.
“Cove, you can’t take the gifts from me!” Trevor argued.
“They’re genuine gifts, Wizard. Don’t be paranoid.” Dorian said.
“Genuine? From you?” Cove smirked.
“If they weren’t genuine, I wouldn’t come to this repair garage in the first place cos I h@të h@të the smell of grease” Dorian got serious.
“Hey…this shouldn’t escalate…” Matteo stepped in. He took the gifts from Cove and returned them to Trevor.
“Are you here to just gift Trevor?” He asked, facing Dorian.
“No. Actually….” Dorian smiled, looking at Cove. “I came to take Cove out of here. You see… there’s an anniversary party at the Plaza tonight, planned by students from my Major. I wanna go with Cove.”
“Delusional,” Cove muttered, walking back to the next car he wants to repair for tonight.
“Riri, what are you saying? We didn’t discuss that you’d be going to the anniversary party!” Angela ranted.
“Well I’ve decided it now. Deal with it, Angel.” Dorian shrugged.
“As you can see, he still has one more car to repair.” Matteo smiled.
“If he comes with me, I’ll pay you two thousand for each minute he spends with me.” Dorian negotiated.
“What!” Trevor and Matteo gasped. Even the street guys.
“Riri!” Angela cautioned, but Dorian just smiled.
Cove looked up from the car he’s already repairing, and when he saw Dorian’s smile, he cursed.
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[Bel-Air Plaza, 10:20]
The anniversary party is already in full swing. Students filled the building like bees in a honeycomb.
There’s barely any space to walk in.
Music poured in through every wall.
Speakers are built with the walls, so they aren’t even visible as they thumped violently on the plasters.
Kehlani and Max pictures are everywhere with One Year ‘Versary crafted on them.
None of the pictures are clean.
They’re either kissing, grinding each other, eating long noddles from each other’s mouths, spraying money in clubhouses or half-naked in pools and beaches.
Right now as ‘Gasolina’ threatened to tear the speakers, Kehlani and Max are on top of a high table, dancing and wetting each other with alcohol.
They’re so wet, but still pouring as the crowd of party animal students cheered them on.
Strippers soon climbed the table with them, and Kehlani had to sit. The strippers began twerking on her laps, and she had a good time spanking their arses, wetting them with alcohol and screams from her throat.
It was too much.
Tania and Tasha are the main hypers. They’re on a lower table, screaming louder than the rest and spraying expensive alcohol around, wasting it.
The third stripper came to Kehlani’s laps, and Kehlani used belt this time, striking her with the sting.
“Beat that arse, Lani!” Tania screamed, crazily.
“Beat it up!!!” Tasha joined, getting a stripper for herself too.
“I wasn’t expecting this level of freakiness….” Roxy muttered from where she sat under the blue lights.
The smokes from her cigar saturated the blueness.
“You should know they love to overdo. I expected this much….” Trinidad muttered, pouring her alcohol down her throat
It burned.
Elmira was speechless, cos now the strippers are done with their dance, and Kehlani is currently kissing Max.
Max is spraying her money from a money-spraying machine.
Huge dollar notes.
Elmira angrily took the big bottle of alcohol. She started drinking, uncontrollably till it wet her chest.
“Babe what the hell!” Trinidad snatched the bottle from her.
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Stacy entered the Plaza like a d@mn queen. She’s not wearing one of her skimpy skirts tonight.
She wore bum shorts, and it’s definitely worse than her skirts. A glittering belt held it to her hips cos she might be short, but she’s slightly curvy with cakey arse cheeks.
Her makeup is heavy with glitters and long lashes. Her top is long sleeved at least, but it’s see-through.
Students made way for her, and she marched the feet of so many of them with her bling bling heels when they wouldn’t leave her way fast.
• Here comes the hottest girl in RIDE.
• Correction. In LA.
• I’d eat sand if it means I get to be between her legs for once.
• She smells so good!
• Of course she does, have you seen her perfume rack in her closet? You’d think she sells them.
• Fûck, I’m cvmmin.
Hearing the mundane comments only made her head swell.
She loves male eyes.
Her steps slowed when she saw Zendaya coming in front of her.
Zendaya slowed too, but they both started walking closer at once till they got to each other and stopped.
Zendaya might be plus-size, but she has stylists are professional.
They know how to style her according to her body type, so she’s hot as hell right now in her brown backless palazzo bodysuit, her heels gave her more height.
“You look… sickly sèxy.” Stacy gave her a smiley look.
“You’re not mad at me anymore?” Zendaya asked surprisingly.
“Mad at you cos you like a guy? No, I’m just disappointed it had to be that guy…” Stacy said.
“I’m sorry..I just….” Zendaya said.
“Is that..Cove?” A student beside them said, and Zendaya was so fast to turn.
Stacy turned too.
Cove is just entering the Plaza with a guy wearing a nose mask.
“He came,” Zendaya smiled.
“Strange. That Fuçker doesn’t look like someone who’d enter this kinda setting,” Stacy muttered.
“Homegirls!” Tasha and Tania screamed from the table top.
“C’mon my little sluts!” Kehlani screamed too, her lips pale from Max’s excessive kissing.
Stacy and Zendaya joined the dance on the table. While Zendaya twerked, Stacy stayed behind her, grinding sëxually like a boy.
She’s Mõ@ning too.
The strippers are gone now, so the twins took over twerking for Kehlani who began rubbing their arses.
Max left the table for the girls and went in search of a restroom.
Elmira followed him.
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Remo and the rest of the guys are in another corner.
Frank supplied drugs, so their corner smells like hard drugs.
Remo’s eyes are red right now, but he’s still swallowing more pills, chasing more highness.
Same as Frank.
Scott went to use the washroom, so it’s just Frank and Remo, but they became three when a guy joined them suddenly.
Remo’s red eyes looked up.
“You are?” He glared.
“I…. I’m… I’m Kane. I was told I could find my stepbrother here,” he replied.
Despite Remo’s highness, he recognized who it was immediately.
“Scott’s father’s wife son?”
“Y.. yeah…” Kane replied.
Frank laughed.
“And you dared to come here?”
Remo stood and threw a punch and Kane’s face.
Kane slumped.
He fell unconscious on the couch behind him with a bleeding nose.
Instantly, Scott returned from the restroom. He frowned, seeing the body on the couch.
“Meet your stepbrother, says his name is Kane.” Remo chuckled, waving his right hand.
“What the….” Scott muttered, looking at the unconscious guy’s face again.
He kept staring.
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[Restroom]
Max emptied his bladder and cleaned up shortly, grunting.
He’s half-drunk, but he could still make out his environment, and he knows what he’s doing.
With drowsy eyes, he turned around to leave the restroom, but he was grabbed without warning.
He gasped, but it was short cos it ended on the lips of someone else.
He knows his Kehlani’s lips taste, and this is definitely not it.
He pushed himself off the grip of the person and broke the kiss.
“Elmira?” He gasped again, seeing the face clearly.
“There’s no rule that says you have to date one girl at a time, cos I like you.” She said shamelessly.
Max collected water from the dispenser, not minding the fact that it’s a restroom.
He rinsed his mouth and spit the water at Elmira.
Elmira jerked as the water wet her.
“I’m not interested in your pu$$¥, Elmira. You’re not even half as hot as Lani if we’re to start with that… You prostitute.” He glared.
Then he left the restroom.
Elmira rested on the running dispenser, water dripping off her.
“You’ll bow, Max. Eventually, you’ll do me.” She promised.
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Knowing Cove’s silently dangerous personality, Dorian chose a less crowded part of the Plaza for them to sit at, though it’s still loud, but better.
His guards are inside this plaza… guarding him from hidden angles.
Angela nearly didn’t let him come here, but he had to escape.
Cove might not be obsessed with money, but his boss Matteo couldn’t turn down the thousands per minute payment offer, so he sold Cove off.
Cove has his single earbud on, and he hasn’t said a word to Dorian since they got here.
Dorian kept his nose mask on to avoid recognition.
The bartenders bought them wine, but Dorian declined.
“I won’t drink wine, and this guy won’t drink too. Unless you have pineapple flavored wine. He’s obsessed with pineapple.” He said.
“Have you been stalking me? Are you gay?” Cove finally talked, no hint of likeliness whatsoever in his eyes.
“I don’t have to stalk you, Cove. I get every info I want easily, and gay? Why the hell would I be gay when there are so many delicious pu$$¥s to drill?” Dorian said freely.
Cove looked away from him, checking the time.
He planned to spend just fifteen minutes here.
He can’t stand the smell of hard drugs. Even Dorian can’t stand it too, but anything to spend time with this ice prince.
Their eyes went to the dancing table at the same time.
Stacy and her girls are still Fuçkin it up, dancing sinfully.
But Stacy’s eyes suddenly clashed with their angle, and she stopped dancing immediately.
She stretched her two hands forward, recognizing the masked guy as Dorian now.
She gave the two of them her middle fingers, and while Dorian smirked, Cove stayed unmoved.
Zendaya noticed Stacy has stopped dancing, so she stopped dancing too and faced her line of sight.
She saw Cove, and her heart skipped unhealthy beats. She fell harder.
Cove’s hoodie is half-zipped, and a little part of his chest is out.
She gawked with a racing chest. Looking away is impossible for her.
“Stacy might be spoilt, but she’s fineee…I tell you.” Dorian told Cove.
Cove stood, ready to get out of the Plaza now, but that was when a voice echoed in the building.
“Truth or dare? This is the part where the first game comes in!”
The music stopped now, and students began squealing in excitement.
It happened fast.
A flat screen came on, showing a spinning wheel containing the names of all important students in the party.
“Whoa…” Dorian removed his mask, and two of his guards came to stay with him to keep students off.
“I didn’t know it’d be as fun as this!” He smiled widely.
Cove kept standing, looking at the spinning wheel on screen.
Max is back with the guys now. Kane is still unconscious.
Elmira is back with Trinidad and Roxy, and she looks calmer.
Glitz girls have jumped down the table, they’re participating.
The wheel stopped spinning, and it pointed two names out.
Stacy and Remo.
Remo palmed his last pill and nodded, standing.
“Truth or dare, China Doll?”
Stacy didn’t think.
“Dare, motherFuçker.” She replied.
She h@tës him too.
Remo grinned, a type that comes out of the mouth of a evil maniac before they execute their plans.
As everyone waited for Remo’s dare, there was silence in the Plaza.
A heavy silence.
Remo swallowed his last ecstasy pill before speaking finally.
“I dare you to drag Cove and Dorian to any corner of your choice. Take their shirts and suck wetly on their lips for six full minutes. Three minutes per person.”
TBC.
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