Reckless - S01 E44

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Reckless - S01 E44

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[Montana Mansion]

At 2am, Stacy still can’t sleep.

She has been rolling around her queen-size bed like she’s having a haunted dream, and half of her duvet has left her body.

Normally, on sleepless nights like this, she’d stare at her beautiful ceiling design and fall into a blissful sleep, but it’s not working tonight.

She even used sleep mask.

It ain’t the Dorian and Cove thingy.

Not even Zendaya case.

But it’s about the voice coming from her doorstep.

Anita’s voice.

Anita has been kneeling there, begging since she returned from the cemetery, and as much as she wants to crash out and yell at her, she can’t even do it cos Anita is more than just a housekeeper to her.

But her daughter had the effrontery to enter this mansion and steal her dress in her closet?

She asked for the CCTV footage earlier before leaving for the cemetery, and it captured how Elmira entered to do the stealing and the conversation she has with Anita downstairs before coming up and entering her closet to steal.

She’s still dismayed.

“Beauty, I know I did bad by keeping it from you, but I was just scared. I know you h@të her, and I was thinking you might decide to disgrace her. I just wanted her to attend a good uni. did all I could to make sure she doesn’t turn out bad, but she’s just very headstrong…” Anita begged from the door again.

Stacy removed her sleep mask and got down from the bed.

She walked to the door which feels like several miles away from her bed.

Anita is on her feet when she opened the door.

“Get up,” she ordered.

“Let me remain this way. I know my daughter did a jail crime, but—”

“Get up, or I’ll log in to the campus gist upload right now,” Stacy said.

Anita quickly spranged up.

“Your daughter disgraced Kehlani, took Kehlani’s boyfriend and made Kehlani an idiot, and I already promised to get her real identity revealed tommorow. I like you a lot Anita, but at the same time I won’t watch my friend get jilted without standing up for her.” Stacy said.

Anita nodded.

“So here’s what’s gonna happen,” Stacy added. “I’m not gonna reveal her atrocities to the school. No one will know she’s your daughter, no one will know she’s not the daughter of a VIP hotel CEO in Saudi Arabia, and no one will know she stole my dress. In return, she has to go on her knees and apologize to Kehlani tommorow in school. If she doesn’t apologize by the end of tommorow, then on Thursday, I’ll personally ring her shame around.” Stacy said.

“Yes! She’s going to go on her knees!” Anita nodded. “I’ll talk to her and she’ll go on her knees I promise! Thank you very much God bless you!”

Stacy returned to her room, releasing a sigh before falling back in bed.

She grabbed her phone and checked Glitz Society group. It’s dry.

No one online.

She went to Instagram, and her Instagram is still very peaceful.

The mad DIAMONDS aren’t aware she’s the kissed girl yet. Otherwise, they’d have roasted her like they’re roasting Cove right now.

But she noticed something.

A new follower reacted on all her posts since she opened Instagram till date. What the fûck!

She opened IG when she was 5, and this new follower reacted on every single post from that year till now.

It started yesterday, and now that follower has successfully reacted on everything on her page.

Username: 120.

She clicked on the profile.

No profile pic.

No about.

No posts.

Is it a stalker account?

Why does it look scary?

She took a breath to calm down, then she dropped the phone.

Yeah, that’s enough socials for tonight

She’s already overthinking. Itt’s her sign to pull out.

She has bigger fishes to fry in school tomorrow, so she better find sleep.

She shut her eyes.

—

[Daybreak, Dorian’s Mansion]

Dorian is just returning.

Coming back to this house last night would have been suicide, so after leaving the roadside, he went to his Mind Garden Villa to stay alone.

He wasn’t able to sleep though, he was just there.

He’d have dressed for campus there and not come to this mansion at all, but he’s yet to stack his closet over there, so he had to come home.

When he entered, he met Kaylee vaping silently on the cushion, and he walked past her quietly.

“Do you really think acting sore like a loser will bring you the girl?” She stood. “Why acting so darn pitiful? Is it your first time in love?”

Dorian faced her.

“I’d prefer if you do not talk to me.” He muttered.

“Pitiful!!” She laughed. “DIAMONDS are fighting for you online everywhere, they’re working so hard and some of them even got into an accident in San Diego last night in a fuel station, but you’re walking around like a useless ghost?”

Dorian was silent.

“I’ve sent condolence letters to the family of the three dead DIAMONDS in your name, so what I need you to do now is get a grip and be a man. All of these is happening when your single is coming out on Friday? It’s an unintended, powerful promotion. Look, you’re about to break the internet and you’re like this?”

Dorian’s silence continued.

Angela came out. The redness on her face has reduced thanks to lotions, but her fingers are still bandaged.

She misses him, but at the same time…she’s mad at him.

She thought he’d stop tripping for Stacy when he saw the video, but instead, he became more determined to get her.

What’s she supposed to do?

Kaylee stalked towards Dorian suddenly, catching him by the polo of his shirt. She plunged him down to a couch, hovering over him.

“If you’re gonna cry, go cry for DIAMONDS! Mount your camera and cry for them to gain pity and make them get more insane! You know they h@të seeing your tears! Do it! It’s an order, or I’ll ruin everything I’ve built for you!” She threatened.

“Stop using that cliche line everytime!” Dorian glared. “Ruin everything you made for me? You can’t achieve that ruin without ruining yourself too so go on! Go on if you can bear it, go on!”

He pushed her off and stood, storming inside without looking back.

“He’s driving me crazy….” Kaylee muttered, turning around. “So Fuçkin crazy I need a massage. I need a massage and a good fûck.”

Angela’s eyes brightened.

“So I found out the person sending you the sëxual messages. He’s a second year student of RIDE—a gigolo, and he says he’s interested in ….” She drawled.

“In?” Kaylee frowned.

“You know what I’m talking about, Kaylee.” Angela sighed.

“How did he even get my exclusive?” Kaylee’s eyes thinned.

“I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not me!” Angela snapped. “You can just meet him once and question him about it then arrest him!”

“Great,” Kaylee nodded. “Set a meeting with him for tonight.”

Angela nodded.

—

Inside, Dorian is busy feeding his insects.

He’s with a bowl of sugar, and as he poured it slowly in the glass with a small spoon, the insects clustered around to have breakfast.

He’s shirtless now, his perfect abs dancing under his skin as he moved each muscular arm.

The guitar tattoo on his arm seems darker than before.

He’s always happy when feeding his insects, but it’s different today.

As he fed them, he’s imagining one face on the glass….

One face you know.

He can’t stop imagining, and he has nearly poured half the sugar inside before he got back to his senses.

He dropped the sugar bowl and picked his phone, sitting in bed.

He went online for the first time since last night, and DIAMONDS are at going berserk.

In fact, there’s now a movement.

HASHTAG # COVE HAS TO APOLOGIZE.

DIAMONDS are even rallying.

They started rallying with colourful banners this morning.

They’re still cussing Cove, and some even threatened to go to the Bronx and exhume the bodies of his dead parents. They made stickers of his dead parents in hell.

Dorian went from the most unproblematic singer to the most problematic within how many hours?

And the most amusing part is that DIAMONDS never listen.

Once they start, they won’t cut till it ends up how they want it.

Cove?

Apologize?

It’s laughable.

He doesn’t even need Cove’s apology, he just wants to be loved.

By her.

He dabbed his face with his palm and prepared to go live.

He set his laptop for the live, and he sat in front of it, counting one to three before pressing the live button.

DIAMONDS have definitely been waiting, cos the views he got in that one minute? Astronomical.

“Hey DIAMONDS,” he started. “I’m fine and well and in good health as you can see, and I’ll make this quick. The ongoing chaos has to stop on—”

He stopped talking, cos he suddenly noticed the comments.

• Oh my gawd! My baby cried!

• Look at those red eyes!

• I wanna kill Cove!

• Take my lifespan Riri, just take it with yours and live long!

• Is anyone seeing the tears streaks on his face? He obviously shed tears.

• I wanna kiss him and tell him everything will be fine!

• It’s my baby’s first time in love so I get the hurt!

• Can he just reveal the girl’s name and let’s go tear her apart?

• We’re enough for you Rian! Please get over the girl!

Dorian ended the live and rushed to the front of the mirror.

Truly, his eyes are red and his face is tear-streaked and puffy.

He should have checked before going live, what the fûck is up with him?

He punched the mirror angrily.

—

[No Sleep Garage]

The fire might have been put out early, but ruins were still made.

One quarter of the garage got burnt, and now it needs the upgrade Matteo have been procrastinating on.

He stood in front of the garage gate with Trevor and the street boys. All of them are staring hopelessly.

“I’m a DIAMOND too but not as crazy as the rest of them. How could they?” Trevor muttered.

He cried last night, but it stopped already, and now he’s got catarrh.

He blew his nose in an hanky.

“I usually send all my savings to my wife, and that’s why I always eat noodles. I have nothing left and now my garage is…” Matteo sobbed.

“We should press charges,” a street boy suggested.

“Charges?” Trevor said. “And you think we’ll win against those deranged DIAMONDS? They’re now rallying, demanding a handwritten apology from Wizard!”

“I don’t care!” The street guy yelled. “They have beef with Wizard, they should face him, but hurting Matteo’s garage? We’re gonna press charges, and their singer is gonna pay!”

“It doesn’t work that way,” Matteo muttered like he’s tired of living.

A Ducati bike rode to a stop beside them, and Trinidad hopped down, disappointed that Cove isn’t here.

“Tomboy?” Trevor faced her.

As if planned, Cove’s bike came to a stop beside them almost immediately.

He hopped down too, habitually taking off his leather gloves with his front teeth.

He actually stayed in San Diego and watched the fuel station burn to ashes before returning this morning.

“Where have you been!!” Matteo rushed to him.

“Wizard look what they did to our garage!” Trevor cried.

“Are you happy now?” Trinidad said. “You’ve implicated your boss with your Sh|t…is it great?”

“Press charges against the fanbase!” The street guys told him.

“Starved dogs don’t deserve that much attention. I’ll throw them a bone soon, and they’ll have something to be busy with.” Cove replied, getting his phone out.

He made a transfer to Matteo, and Matteo gasped, seeing it.

“Where did you get….”

“Start the garage rebuilding today.” Cove cut him off and got on his bike.

“Ice prince!” Trinidad blocked him.

“What do you want?” He demanded in his overly cold voice.

“No you don’t get to use that voice for me! I’m not Dorian!” She snapped.

“You’re who?” Cove smirked.

“Trinidad Brooke! The only one you actually enjoy her presence weather you admit it or not!” She shot.

Cove let go of his handlebars. “You’re saying nothing again,”

Trinidad sighed, nodding.

“You realize the amount of h@të Stacy will get if it gets out that she’s the girl, don’t you?” She said.

“What would their like do for her?” Cove shrugged. “Let them h@të, it’s better, I’ll do all the liking, and I’ll give her the attention she wants.”

“Madman,” Trinidad muttered, shaking her head. “You don’t like her, you just wanna satisfy your toxic ego of getting what you want.”

“And? You have an objection?” Cove leaned closer.

She pushed his shoulder.

“You’re a black flag. Red is too good for your personality. A deep black flag, that’s you.” She muttered.

He smirked handsomely, then keyed his bike to life.

Trinidad got on her bike too. Roxy’s call is ringing in her phone, but she ignored and just rode after Cove.

No idea where he’s going, she followed anyways.

—

[Young Mansion]

It’s 9am, and the family breakfast is ongoing with both boys on seat.

But Owen is absent.

Silas said she’s feeling slightly indisposed so he’s gonna be taking her breakfast upstairs to her room.

Kane didn’t even ask questions. Not like he cares about his mum’s health.

As the breakfast continued in silence, Scott didn’t place his thoughts on anything in particular.

He just ate pasta healthily.

He feels better.

After drinking the wine Kane gave him at the cemetery last night, he has been feeling better till now.

He suddenly felt Kane’s hand on his thigh under the table, and he looked at him, but Kane isn’t looking at him.

He kept eating like he’s not the same person caressing him under the table.

Scott returned to his food without minding too.

“Mr. Young,” Kane suddenly spoke, and Silas looked up.

“Did your wife tried to kill you, or are you the one who framed her for madness after she couldn’t take your abuse anymore?” Kane asked.

Scott’s eyes widened a bit.

Silas’ face twisted, fork tightening between his fingers. The lines on his forehead creased.

Kane noticed all these reactions and smiled innocently.

“I know you don’t like me as your mother’s new husband, but you don’t have to make false accusations to prove that.” Silas said.

“You can’t take a joke? Mr. Young, I was only babbling. Don’t take it serious.” Kane smiled again.

He dropped his fork, took his backpack and stood.

Then, he stretched an hand to Scott.

Scott didn’t hesitate before placing his hand on it.

Kane helped him up, and and Scott changed the kissing spot today.

Instead of the freckles, he kissed Scott lightly on the lips.

Silas stood.

“What is this behavior!” He slammed his palms on the table.

“What behavior?” Kane blinked. “Kissing my boyfriend on the lips is now considered bad? Go out and touch some grass, Mr. Young.”

Scott grinned as Kane pulled him out of the house, and Silas rushed upstairs furiously.

He grabbed a long cane from the store before he proceeded to the bedroom where Owen is.

Outside, Scott opened the car door for Kane, and Kane pulled his cheek fondly, chuckling.

“What? You can’t enter the car if I open the door for you? You just called me your boyfriend. Keep the show going,” Scott said.

Kane bit his lip and entered the car. Scott rounded it and got beside him.

As they were driven out of the mansion by Scott’s driver, Remo watched them from his car that’s parked not far from the mansion.

“I knew my instincts would never fail,” he sighed. “Scott? You definitely don’t know what I can do.”

His phone bleeped, and he grinned when he saw the text.

It’s from Angela.

He’s gonna meet Kaylee tonight.

He better buy XL condoms.

—

[Elmira’s Mansion]

Anita was lucky to meet Elmira at home this morning.

She was about to leave for campus when she arrived, but she spared her five minutes.

And now Anita’s words is infuriating her so much.

Apologize to Kehlani?

“Why should I apologize? I don’t get you.” She said, towering above Anita as she stood on her heels.

“You came to the house of the richest man to steal! It’s a crime we can both get arrested for if Mr. Albert Montana hears about it! But Stacy was kind enough to ask for ordinary apology to Kehlani after I begged her, and now you’re saying you’re too big to do it?” Anita frowned deep.

“You did what? Apologized to her on your knees?” Elmira laughed. “Look, I just had the best party of my life last night, and you know how much Max slammed my account with? It’s 1.5 million dolls, mum! Don’t even ruin my sweet mood and go away! Tell Stacy to tell the whole school I’m not the daughter of the CEO and Max will still be by my side! I’m not scared of any Fuçkin body!” She yelled.

Anita gasped.

But Elmira already walked to the open door.

“Yeah I took Kehlani’s man, and if time is reversed, I’ll still steal him! My birthday next month he already promised gold and pearls, so please mum, don’t ruin my joy!”

“You can enter the kitchen and cook wh@tëver you want for yourself before leaving. Leave the key below the flowerpot for me.”

As she said that, she slammed the door and left.

Anita fell back on the couch, crying profusely already.

Where did she go wrong as a mother?

—

[10AM, Bel-Air Road]

Stacy doesn’t feel like taking the helicopter today.

For the first time since she started attention RIDE, she’s going to school in her car, and she’s driving.

She took pictures this morning, but her face looks somehow from lack of sleep, so she didn’t even upload.

Her IG is starving this morning, but she’s starving more.

She didn’t eat before leaving the house, so she’d have to make a restaurant detour and eat before she’d continue riding to school.

Thankfully, her first class is 11, so there’s still time.

She clicked her earbud when her phone buzzed repeatedly.

It’s a group call without Zendaya.

“Hey, girl. We’re at the airfield, aren’t you gonna come? Your pilot isn’t even here too. Aren’t you coming to school?” Kehlani sounded.

“Hey,” Stacy responded. “I’m on my way… using my car.”

“Car? The hell, and gawd, you sound dehydrated. You ok?” Tasha asked.

“I’m fine, just couldn’t sleep with guilt and all,” Stacy muttered.

“Guilt? For kissing a man? Daya isn’t dating him yet!” Tania shouted.

“But she likes him, and I’m wrong for kissing back.” Stacy said.

“See, babe, you love Zendaya too much and it’s annoying! When I and Tasha and Lani came to LA with you and you introduced her to us, I knew it immediately that she’s an insecure one with an inferiority complex. I see the h@të in her eyes whenever you receive compliments, she’s now showcasing the h@të.” Tania said.

“Stop it, Tania.” Stacy said.

“You shouldn’t have slapped her back, Tania.” Tasha said.

“Oh don’t play that card on me!” Tania flared. “She wants Cove? Let her go confess to him and let’s see if that self-conscious bastard won’t kill her for her father!” Tania snapped.

“Tania … Stop.” Kehlani said.

Tania hissed.

“Why is Zendaya not part of the call?” Stacy asked.

“Tried connecting her but her line was off,” Kehlani said.

Stacy was about to reply when she noticed a car not far from her car.

This car has been following her since she left the estate, and she was thinking it’s part of her overthinking.

She thought it stopped following her when she got to the highway, but she was wrong.

There it is.

That dark red colour belongs to someone she knows, definitely.

“Dorian?” She muttered, cutting herself from the group call before coming down from her car.

Her plan: go to the car, lambaste Dorian angrily and tell him to stop following her.

But immediately she stepped down from the car, the streetlight pole beside the road fell.

It’s as if an unknown mojo force pushed it down to her direction.

“Fûck, No!!!!” She screamed, stepping back, but her guards are professionals.

The four of them grabbed her away from that angle, and the pole fell across the road, landing on the car.

The car crashed, and Stacy nearly fainted as she watched shattering glasses and denting car body.

But that wasn’t the end. It was the start of the craziness.

One of the four close guards suddenly shoved a butter knife into the necks of the other three, moving clockwise and splashing blood.

He used Stacy as shield, so before the guards from the other cars could get close, he dragged Stacy into a car.

It’s even one of the guards cars.

Dorian rushed out of his own car, flabbergasted at what just happened in broad daylight.

“Stace!” He yelled.

“Stace!!!!”

He ran after the car.

The remaining dozen guards mounted themselves in their cars.

They went after the car that has Stacy.

Dorian got back in his car too, driving past the three bleeding guards on the ground. He chased with the guards.

He contacted his own guards too to join in the chase.

The road blocked in a matter of two, three minutes.

—

[Unknown Rendezvous]

When Stacy’s eyes opened, it’s like she’s in a new world entirely.

Like she’s in a rabbit hole.

Surrounding stuff felt dim at first, but then she slowly started making out her surroundings.

Looks like a workshop, but she can’t name what it’s for.

Tangy smelly sawdust is scattered on the wet ground.

Walls have dust from centuries.

The roof has more geckos than ceiling.

Half ceiling, half plywoods.

Then there’s a leaking pipe pumping water to the ground, reason for the wetness here, and it’s so Fuçkin cold Stacy caught the flu instantly.

She shivered.

She’s on a metal chair, bound completely to it by chains, but it left her right hand untied.

She tried to use that right hand to move the chains…

“You know that’d be fruitless,” a husky modulated voice said from the top of the building.

She looked up sharply, seeing there’s a tight rusty balcony on top, and that’s definitely someone there but she’s not seeing who it is.

It’s too dark in here to make out who.

“You’re the man in black who chased me the last night!” She shouted.

“Back then, you had pepper spray and a certain boy to help you, but now there’s none here. Why not save yourself from humiliation and sign that docvment in front of you?” The husky voice replied.

With body still trembling, Stacy looked ahead.

There’s another chair in front of her, and on the chair, there’s a hammer, a pen, and a smoothly laid docvment, drawn like a contract.

I—Stacy Montana, swear to never talk to—Covey Fabio. If I see him, I run. If he comes close, I back up. If he talks, I won’t answer! And if I disobey and do any of these things, my dad—Albert Montana will be killed.

Stacy gasped.

“Insane!!! You’re insane! You think my dad is a simpleton that can be killed like a fowl?”

“You’re not a simpleton too. You’re the queen bee with dozens of guards, but we still captured you easily! That same dad of yours has been shot and nearly killed once during a public manifesto, so he’s not that great! If I want someone dead, I’ll do it without blinking! You better sign!” The voice from the balcony boomed again.

On that balcony, Zendaya stood.

Her brown lips moved slowly as the words left her mouth and sieved into the voice modulator which makes her voice sound boyish.

Also, she looks like she lost noticeable fat. She vomited and purged and was sick throughout the night. Thanks to her dad that’s around to cater for her.

She looks different.

Her dad is beside her, leaning on the balcony and letting his daughter rule.

Zendaya’s lips curved in a smile when Stacy picked the pen and signed the contract with her free right hand.

“Done! Done! Now let me go! Get these stupid chains off me, whoever the fûck you are!!” Stacy yelled.

“You’re not done, attention seeker.” Zendaya said.

“What!” Stacy gasped, looking around desperately to see the face, but she’s unluckily not seeing a thing.

“Pick the hammer beside the docvment, and crush your stupid pink lips for me.” Zendaya ordered.

Stacy’s breaths seized.

TBC.