Reckless - S01 E17

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Reckless - S01 E17

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 17

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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.

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[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 docvment 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 docvment, 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 Fuçkin 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 Fuçked? 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 drugs 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 pvxxy from there till she bled cos the vibrator 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 pvxxy 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 pvxxy nearly swallowed the knife!” Remo laughed.

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

“You’re Fuçked up, Remo.” Frank said.

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

“Where the fûck 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 Fuçkin 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.

“Fûck, 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 pvxxy. Wet already.

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

“Have you Fuçked Kehlani on this bed?” She whispered, his fingers doing her pvxxy fast.

Her mouth couldn’t close.

“F…f…uck..!”

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

“I…I want you to fûck me harder than you did to her. I want to bleed on your cóvk.” 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 pvxxy swallowed it till the end, and she squeezed her own breàsts 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 Mõ@ned desperately, the knife handle soaking with her release.

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

“Fûck, you’re such a wh0re…” Max squeezed her breàsts, pulling the n1pples cruelly.

“For you…” She Mõ@ned louder, riding higher.

“From now on….” Max’s eyes darkened. “You’re my wh0re. 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 pvssy.

She screamed.

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