Reckless - S01 E45

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Reckless - S01 E45

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 45

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Stacy’s eyes darted from the hammer on the cold chair to the walls and grounds of the rabbit hole…

As if measuring her chance of survival. The order still hung in the air like an echo of destruction.

She could still hear the ringing in her ears, persistently…

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

Even before she could make any attempt to pick the hammer, her chest is already hammering, threatening to tear off her chest.

She shook her head, grinning before snapping her bravado back on. “Whoever you are, screw you!!!”

Her scream resonated, and the smile on Zendaya’s face wiped off.

Even Mr. Brown has lifted his body from the banister right now.

He exchanged a greedy glance with her daughter, then he took the modulator from her and talked. “You’re only just beginning, young girl. The earlier you start cooperating, the better. We’re still gonna make your dad give up his media houses using you!”

“Screw you!!!” Stacy yelled again, pulling herself stubbornly against the chains her skin got cut several small cuts. “Did you not hear me? I said…screw you! Suck my d_1ck!”

Mr. Brown laughed.

Unnerving. Corny.

“She’s stubborn, that’s melancholic,” he muttered.

The modulator made his voice sound grainy. Different.

“Whoever you are, you’re just a hungry, greedy bastard who wants what’s not yours! My dad worked so hard to build his media houses! Him being the richest man in the world must be driving you crazy!” Stacy laughed loudly.

She threw her head back on the cold backrest of the chair.

“And me being his pretty daughter must be running you mad! Bring it on, do what you want! You won’t ruin my face, and you won’t touch my dad!!!” She screamed again, throwing her head around. Her hair scattered.

Her neck peeled.

“She’s extra stubborn.” Mr. Brown muttered, lowering the modulator so only Zendaya heard.

“She has always been. Did you forget I told you she’s a bully?” Zendaya muttered, dipping her hand into her dad’s suit pocket.

She pulled out a handgun, reset the barrel and slid her pointer under the trigger, ready to pull.

“Then,” she muttered mercilessly, using the modulator again so her voice reached Stacy. “I’ll do you the favor and make you a cripple.”

She targeted her right leg, her stomach rumbling as she made sure her arm stayed straight.

“Now!” Mr. Brown guided, but instead of Zendaya’s gunshot, the half ceiling on top of them broke.

Two plywoods rolled down, falling on father and daughter.

It met their arms, and the gun fell out of Zendaya’s fingers.

They can’t even scream cos they’d give their real voices away if they do, but Mr. Brown received a bonus apart from the plywood.

A splash flammable alcohol sprinkled his suit too, then a half-burnt cigarette fell off that ceiling too, landing on him.

His suit caught fire.

Zendaya’s eyes popped as smokes and flames boomed on her dad’s suit.

She looked up, her neck straining fearfully as she tried to make out who’s behind this sudden fire.

She saw nothing but a pair of familiar silver eyes, but it’s only for a split second before she didn’t see it anymore, and she snapped back.

Her eyes went back to her dad who’s still dancing with the fire on him.

She went close and dragged the suit out of his body before the fire would spread to his trousers.

In the process of taking off the burning suit, her palms got burnt.

She threw the suit off, and it flew down to land not far from Stacy’s chair. Her eyes stretched.

The sawdust on the ground caught fire immediately, burning with the flooding water.

It’s not water on the ground after all. It’s oil—diluted cooking oil.

The fire started spreading, and Stacy’s free right hand pulled at the chains desperately, trying to free herself.

But it seems like the more she pulled, the harder her bound got.

By now, Zendaya and her dad have slipped away from the building.

Her chest tightened. Panic rose to the core. Her heels are out of her legs already so she’s barefooted, and her foot is scratching the irritating sawdust which will soon burn her to ashes if she doesn’t get out of here.

But how?

How would she get … Out…

Sweat covered her face, fear took control of her mind. She stopped struggling, looking around as the fire came closer and closer.

It’s starting to burn the pipes, and if it gets the pipes completely, then the oil will burst all out, and she’ll be dead.

Her mum died in an industrial fire, is she gonna die in a fire too?

She cried out….

“I don’t wanna die…. somebody help me!!!! Dad!!!!!!!!!”

A rustle came from the half ceilings on top, and her teary eyes went to the ceiling, but before whoever it is can get down, the rusty double doors of the workshop opened at the base.

The doors fell off the hinges, landing down and raising dust.

Her guards and Dorian’s guards ran inside, together with Dorian himself.

She saw their blurred silhouettes behind the fire at first, but then Dorian became clear when he jumped over the pipe and ran to her in the middle of the fire.

Her eyes turned hopeful again….

“Rian..” she sniffled.

“I got you,” He nodded, squatting and using his hands on her chains.

Three other guards helped him in trying to break the chains while the others focused on putting out the fire, but no matter how hard they tried, the chain won’t snap.

“We need a chainsaw,” a guard said urgently.

“We can’t wait for a chainsaw!” Dorian snapped impatiently, taking a gun from them.

They didn’t see it coming.

Four gunshots from him sent long bullets into the chains…

First spot beside her two ankles and second spot below her wrist.

The chains snapped, falling free from Stacy’s body.

She shot up, but she was immediately hit with a wave of weakness.

She fell back.

Dorian caught her firmly before her body could hit the chair again.

She’s still conscious, but her lids are half closed on her wet eyeballs.

He carried her in his arms, and as he took her out of the building, cops arrived, joining the guards.

The fire is out now, so the investigation started immediately.

Their yellow CRIME SCENE tape was curled around the building like a poisonous snake.

Dorian took her to the car, laying her gently on the backseat.

Twelve other trusted guards joined him, and it was Dorian who drove, madly to the hospital.

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[Zendaya’s Mansion]

Father and daughter arrived ten minutes ago, thanks to their escape plan in that building.

They sited a door in case things went wrong, and the door was useful when the fire came from the ceiling.

But none of them escaped unscathed.

While Zendaya got burnt palms, Mr. Brown got burnt on the right elbow, knuckles, and his left forearm.

He got burnt the most.

Zendaya mixed raw egg with the burn blue liquid and ice, and she’s currently applying it to their burns.

“We didn’t get to take the contract she signed,” she muttered, anger evident in her voice.

“You said that building would never be found out by her guards,” Mr. Brown glared. “I let you do everything including the location chosing, but look where we are.”

“The person who threw alcohol and cigarette from the roof isn’t one of her guards. I saw the eyes…I saw those silver eyes and none of her guards have silver!” Zendaya stood.

“But her guards eventually found out the building, what are you saying?” Mr. Brown scoffed. “When we were escaping, we saw her guards driving into that rendezvous with the lead of Dorian!”

Zendaya’s arms dropped, her sparsely burnt palm looking painful as it dripped with raw egg and ice water.

She sat back, nodding. “I’m sorry, i thought I could do it better. I should have chose a better building.”

Mr. Brown sighed, staring at his arms. “At least we escaped.”

“Are we gonna give up now?” Zendaya asked immediately.

“For now, let your palms get better. I’ll think of a better alternative cos I’m sure Albert will never allow this to happen again even if it means employing the CIA or SWAT to guard her.” Mr. Brown replied.

“So what are we gonna do? Geez, I should have shot the gun faster.” Zendaya complained.

“This is the part where I enter Albert himself,” Mr. Brown sighed. “Did you forget?” He faced Zendaya.

“Albert acknowledges the father of every girl that’s friends with his daughter, and I’m one of them. Nothing hard in extending friendship to him and trapping him.”

“You’re brilliant,” Zendaya smiled.

“Are you sure you have no idea who the silver-eyed person from the ceiling is?” Mr. Brown faced her.

“I’ll figure it out, and when I do that, I’ll let you know.” She replied.

Mr. Brown nodded, and Zendaya rushed upstairs to relieve her bowels.

Coming out of the bathroom, she swallowed another four pills.

Beauty is pain, and she’s willing to withstand the pains.

The fact that she didn’t get to take the signed docvment made her h@të herself.

She slapped herself on the cheek.

“You’re such a Bîtch, Zendaya.” She muttered.

Her shoulder cracked, and she held it with her arm.

The dislocation Cove gave it the last time still hasn’t healed cos she only went for hospital reset once.

But she doesn’t mind.

In fact, she wants the pain to stay. Anytime the shoulder cracks in pain like this, she’d be reminded of him.

She wrapped a bandage on her palm and fell in bed.

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[Medical Center]

Stacy refused sedation.

The doctors said she’d rest better with sedation, but she didn’t consent to it, so she was just given pills of pain relievers.

She even refused drip, so she just lay on her hospital bed, looking sick.

Dorian is inside with her, but her guards and his are by the door, watching over her.

“Are you sure you really don’t need drip? I think that’ll be better,” Dorian persuaded for the second time, worry and restlessness in his eyes.

“I’m fine with the pain relievers, I’m not a weakling.” She muttered.

“I know you’re not a… weakling.” He smiled, and she returned it faintly.

“I’ll go get you something to eat. You said you haven’t eaten this morning so you need something.” He stood.

She quickly grabbed his hand.

“Don’t leave me alone in here. The nurses already forced me to eat oatmeal before I was given pain relievers,” she said.

“Oatmeal is barely a meal. Let me go get you good food.” He said.

“No. Fine, I’m a weakling, don’t leave me alone in here. Wait till my friends and dad arrives at least.” She blinked.

“Anything you say,” Dorian nodded, sitting back beside her.

She let go of his hand, and the disappointment in his eyes showed when his hand became empty.

Silence ruled the ward, except for his loud heartbeats.

“My mom…she died in an industrial fire yunno,” Stacy muttered.

He frowned.

“Dad was still the 50th richest man in the world back then…he was still hustling to be richer with his medias, and mum was in love with chemistry, so she had a Large Chemical industry,” she continued.

“OphChem?” Dorian replied.

“You heard about it?” She asked.

“It’d be weird to not know things about the girl I like,” he replied, eyes deeply emotional.

She went mute, blinking once before continuing.

“Then a fire broke out, and every of her staff survived, but she died in the fire. When I was in that workshop, surrounded by fire, I thought I was gonna die like mum.”

She folded her fist, but Dorian took it, unfolded and interlocked her fingers with his own fingers.

Their eyes met.

“Even if the only solution was entering the fire and pushing you out, I’d have done it. I’ll never allow you suffer your mum’s fate.”

Immediately he said that, she began struggling to unlock her fingers from his, but he held tight.

“I don’t wanna get entangled with you, Dorian. Any girl who dates you should be ready to date your fandom too cos they’re like a cult, so one day if she decides to break it off, they’ll ruin her.” She said.

“And id I promise you’ll never wanna break up with me?” He whispered, pleading with his eyes.

“Dorian—”

“I have my dark secrets that I can’t discuss with you now, but I promise that even if they later get revealed, you won’t get hurt. Instead of letting your smallest finger get hurt, I’ll rather die off. And I can cancel the DIAMOND fandom name so there won’t be any attachment—”

“And you think I’ll let you ruin your career for me? I’m not a ruiner,” she cut him off fast.

“But—”

“Shh, Rian. Can you…not?”

“But we can still be friends, and you’ll give me time to show you how great of a guy I am, right?” He asked.

Stacy sighed.

“I swear, I just wanna stay friends and show you my qualities and hidden parts. Then after you witness me in full, you can decide if you still don’t wanna date me.” He said.

Stacy chuckled. “Aren’t you being too sure of yourself?”

“Cos I’m a great guy, I know.” He smiled handsomely.

She nodded on her pillow.

“Fine, but during our show-me-how-great-you-are period, you can’t get jealous when I talk to other guys, and of course you can’t throw punches around.” She said.

Dorian frowned.

“Wait…Fabi—”

“Don’t say his name, cos I’m not gonna have anything to do with him again. I’m talking about other guys, not that nutjob.” She said.

He smiled wider.

“Fine. Ok. I’ll try not to get jealous.”

“We’ll see,” she smiled with her eyes, but it was cursory. “Are you the one who threw fire on my abductors? They’re definitely two, and someone set the suit of one of them on fire. The suit was probably pulled off with the help of the second person, then it was thrown down beside me. It already burned to ashes before you arrived with the guards.” She said.

“You mean… someone else was there before I came with the guards?” Dorian asked surprisingly.

“Yeah, I’m very sure. I heard the resetting of a gun barrel, so my abductors probably wanted to shoot me before the person set fire on them.” She nodded.

Before Dorian could say more, Kehlani rushed inside.

“Babe!!” She shouted.

Tania and Tasha followed behind her.

“Oh my gawd!” Tasha gasped.

“Ah geez!” Tania’s mouth widened.

“Girls,” Stacy smiled slightly.

“Bîtch, you better thank your stars that you’re ok. Otherwise, I’d have killed you!” Kehlani ran forward.

“We were already in school when we heard the news! Albert’s daughter was abducted in broad daylight? Mad move!” Tasha said as they climbed the large bed with her.

“I’m so glad you’re fine!” Tania grunted. “Heard it was done by one of the guards from the bureau, and three guards were stabbed?”

“Yeah,” Stacy responded. “One of them is dead. The other two are in the EU, in critical conditions.”

“This is serious, who could be behind that Sh|t?” Kehlani asked.

“It’s the same person who tried to capture me that night,” Stacy said.

“The man in black?” The twins chorused.

“Gawd, I’ll eat him raw! I swear I just wanna hold whoever it is and drain him! Look what he did to your perfect milk skin!”

“He even said he wanted to use me to threaten my dad to let go of his media houses, and they made me sign a contract to never look at Cove again.” Stacy said tiredly.

“What!” The girls chorused.

“Lower your voice, she needs all the rest she can get.” Dorian said.

“I nearly didn’t see you, our hero.” Tasha smiled.

“You were stalking her?” Tania said. “Good thing you were stalking her.”

“Shall we start discussing wedding plans?” Kehlani smiled. “You punched Cove cos of her, and your fans are still angry at him, now you played hero? Oh Romeo!”

“Irksome,” Dorian chuckled.

“You mean handsome?” Tasha winked at him. “Fine Sh|t!”

“Wrap it up, please. I know I’m good-looking” Dorian laughed.

“For real, thank you.” Tania said. “If anything happened to her, after her dad runs mad, I’ll be the next person to run mad.”

Stacy laughed heartily in bed, and Albert Montana entered the ward with Anita.

“Beauty!” Anita gasped.

“Sweetheart,” Albert guiltily stepped closer, and Stacy sat up.

Anita quickly helped her arrange her scattered hair.

Stacy widened her arms, and Albert hugged her fondly.

“Don’t feel guilty, it’s not your fault. You didn’t know there’s an outsider in the bureau before you hired the guards.” She said.

“You know I never get into fights. I’m the most peaceful billionaire existing, and all I do is work hard. I have no idea who’s trying so hard to off me and you,but I promise you…”

He broke the hug and held her shoulders. “I promise you this won’t ever happen again. Aside from your friends, every other person will need card from SWAT before they can come close to you.”

“SWAT?” She blinked.

“They’ll be your core guards immediately you leave this place, and don’t worry, the culprit will be caught before this week runs out. Trust me, the man in black? He’s getting nabbed.” He assured.

Stacy nodded, hugging him again, her mind going to the fire on the suit.

There’s only one person in mind that’s capable of that act.

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Dorian left the ward and went to the large waiting room of the hospital.

He got soda from the vending machine before he took his seat.

He brought the paper out of his pocket—the docvment signed by Stacy in the workshop.

He actually took it, and as he sipped from his canned soda, he read it.

I—Stacy Montana…. Blah blah blah Fuçkin blah.

So this person specifically kidnapped her cos of Cove?

Must be one of Cove’s obsessed whores who also h@tës Stacy and her father a lot.

He was thinking his fandom was toxic, but at least they don’t go around kidnapping people.

But this?

This is more than insane.

He was still staring at the paper when someone settled beside him.

He looked up when he felt the weight pressing the chair, and he straightened when he saw Albert.

“Sir?” He sounded surprised.

Albert glanced at the paper and nodded. “The person doesn’t only h@të me and my daughter, but she’s also obsessed with Cove?”

“They were two, according to Stacy. A male and a female. The voice modulator changed their voices, but their mode of talking displayed their genders.” Dorian said.

“Too bad she didn’t see their faces, but I’ll get them. In a matter of time….” Albert said.

“You should be careful and employ the best people, sir. Whoever we’re dealing with here… they’re smart. I mean…till now, no single evidence has been found in the workshop except the suit that has burnt to ashes.” Dorian said.

“A barrel handgun was found there though—on the balcony.” Albert said.

“I guess that’s the gun Stace mentioned she heard the ÇOçking sound.” Dorian nodded.

“It’ll be sent to forensics, and I hope we get something from it.” Albert said

“I hope so too…” Dorian nodded, readjusting his nose mask.

“And I see what your fandom is doing online and physically. You’re blessed to have them.” Albert said.

Dorian smiled tightly.

“You don’t have to feel guilty. That verminous corrupted boy deserves everything coming his way for touching my daughter intimately. If your fandom is the whip he needs, then let them continue whipping him.” Albert said.

Dorian still stayed silent.

Albert touched his shoulder.

“Thank you, the guards said you broke the chains Stacy was tied with, and you did the drive to the hospital. I’ll be insane to say I don’t want a efficient man like you for Stacy, so I’ll try to talk her into it. Let’s hope she gives him.” He said.

Dorian smiled, squeezing the soda bottle he’s holding.

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