Reckless - S01 E48

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Reckless - S01 E48

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 48

[Cove’s Memory, Years Ago]

The leather cushion pressed slightly under Cove’s sudden weight, and he relaxed on it, shutting his eyes.

He mounted his right leg on the left one, both arms on the armrest.

The room is small, but not small in a poor way.

It’s small in a way that says “Yes it’s small cos I want it small, and that’s how it’s gonna be.”

It’s more about dominance.

The room is slightly blur in the memory, but the playing television isn’t blur. Boring news about politics is looping.

Cove’s fingers are counting on the armrest of the couch, and his eyes are still tightly shut.

At the tenth count of his fingers, a blurred woman came in with a cup of coffee for him.

She didn’t have to announce her presence despite her soundless steps.

He knows she’s here.

He took the hot coffee cup from her, but instead of drinking, he tilted the rim and poured it all on her feet.

The woman screamed out, falling wretchedly at his feet.

Her feet reddened and peeled.

“I’m so sorry sir! I know I’m one minute late in bringing your coffee and I apologize! Please pardon me! You’ve made my daughter kneel in the rain since last night too! Please have mercy! Please I beg you! Please I beg….” She cried, making the mistake of touching his leg.

He gave her a kick on the chin, and she bit her tongue off.

“You don’t touch me,” he muttered, irritation settling in his eyes.

She couldn’t even cry as she held her bleeding mouth, looking at the ceiling so the bleeding blood from her mouth won’t touch her chest.

He dislikes stains on himself or on someone else.

He nearly kicked her again, but his eyes darted to the TV.

The news has changed.

Now it’s about a burning agricultural resource building in Mexico.

His eyes shone. Interest and insanity.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, rascal!” A blurred man entered the room, his voice carrying deep bass like Cove’s.

His father.

The man didn’t even look at the suffering maid on the floor.

“Call the airport, father. I’ll be flying to Mexico to watch this fire burn before it ends. I need to be there!” Cove muttered desperately.

“Shall we go together?” The father laughed, hanging his arm on Cove’s neck as they left the room.

Their sick laughters echoed like the tightest buddies ever.

[Present Time]

Cove has already left the table.

Immediately the vague memory started playing in his head, he has been shifting away, and now Stacy has jumped down from the table.

The memory has ended, but the voices in his head has started coming.

“Worse son ever!”

“How could you!!”

“You’re a beast!!”

“Beast!!!”

He held his head with an hand, sweat covering him in bowlfuls.

Brows, lashes, jaws, forehead.

Everywhere.

His shirt soaked completely.

His eyes blurred, and at the same time he’s seeing double of everything.

The voices won’t leave.

They’re so loud and haunting.

This has to be the loudest they’ve ever been since they started haunting his head.

He finds it hard to breathe, too. What the fûck is going on?

Stacy stood her grounds, wide-eyed.

What’s happening?

Is he gonna turn to a vampire or something?

Cove’s head went up, realizing he’s not the only one in the apartment.

He started coming for her with those murderously intense eyes.

She sucked in a breath, picked her phone from the table and dashed out of the apartment before he could reach her at all.

But she met Roxy by the door.

Roxy is with several housing agents, and she looks mad.

“I’m not surprised you’ve been coming here to collect the D,” she grinned at Stacy.

Before Stacy could give her a reply, she barged inside with her agents.

By now, Cove is on the floor, still sweating and looking sick mentally, psychically, health-wise.

Roxy opened her wallet and pulled out the remaining of his down payment for this month.

She dropped the dollars on his body on the floor, then she whistled with her mouth to the agents.

They started throwing Cove’s things out of the apartment.

Cove tried lifting himself from the floor, but his head hammered again as the voices got louder.

“Argggg fûck!!” He groaned, falling back on the floor.

“Good thing I met you in this state, garage plant!” Roxy laughed.

Multiple things are already flying out of the apartment.

The hangers, table, chairs, clothes, kitchenette materials, shoes and whatnot.

Everything.

The agents are throwing everything out impatiently.

Stacy should have left, but she just couldn’t, so she came back inside.

“Why the fûck are you doing this!” She demanded.

“This isn’t your stage to perform on, it’s mine!” Roxy glared. “I own this apartment and that’s why my atelier is at the back! If you have a problem with me throwing him out, you can go slam your head on a rock!”

She pushed Stacy out of the way, directing the agents to start throwing out the bed.

Stacy’s eyes went to Cove on the floor. He’s still writhing, still groaning, still in hot heavy pains.

He’s still holding his head tight. His shirt has left his tummy, showcasing the Fuçk YOU tattoo on his waist.

She looked away, but then…

He’s in pains.

He’s in obvious pains.

And his house is getting taken…

She made to move closer, but her phone buzzed, making her jerk.

It’s an unknown line text.

Unknown: You probably thought I was joking. I didn’t take the signed docvment doesn’t mean I’m not watching your moves. How dare you even step into his house!!!

Her eyes widened, and she immediately ran out of the apartment.

As she’s running out, Trevor came up.

His eyes widened beyond sockets when he saw the ongoing chaos.

The apartment is empty now. All their things have been thrown out.

“Roxy!!” He yelled.

Roxy slapped him, and Trevor fell right beside Cove on the floor.

“Who are you? An highschool kid? Screaming my name like I’m choking you with my pvxxy? Audacious!” She snarled darkly.

Trevor gasped.

“He payed!” Trevor shouted.

“Yeah but I call the shots cos this is my apartment! I wanna use it, so get out!” Roxy signalled at the agents.

They shoved Trevor away and dragged Cove out too.

During the drag-out, Cove tried standing for the fifth time, but his head rang madly again.

“YOU’RE THE WORSE SON EVER!!” The voices screamed.

That was the last straw.

He passed out.

—

[Elite1 Hotel]

This is the third time Kaylee came inside Remo’s mouth.

Her pvxxy is weeping again. She wants more, she doesn’t want him to stop. She wants him to die there.

Start living there.

The P@?tië? in her mouth is soaked with her saliva already.

Her thighs are trembling, body shaking, legs shivering.

It’s an onslaught—too much, but at the same time not enough.

She was about to push his head back to her eagar cl1t when he stood from his squat, and the saliva-soaked P@?tië? fell from her mouth.

“You can’t be done!” She snapped.

“Calm down, Mrs. Wesley. Don’t rush your cake, this is only an appetizer. Call me when you need more, and who says I won’t charge you? I have a rich father but I still won’t fûck you if you don’t pay. You’re a special case cos I cleared cobwebs from your abandoned pvxxy with my mouth, so if my cóvk is gonna enter that hole, be ready to pay a a billion dollars for a session.” He smiled.

He’s already walking out of the room.

The camera on the chandelier is just starting it’s work, so it’s not time to remove it yet.

He winked and opened the door, stepping out professionally.

As the elevator door closed on him, a intentional look crossed his eyes.

Thirty minutes after his exit, Kaylee came out too, all dressed back.

She had a shower to calm herself and retouched her makeup before coming out actually.

Like a dignified woman that she is, she rode the elevator down.

Angela was already asleep in the car when she climbed in, but Angela’s eyes opened immediately.

“You took longer than expected,” she said, feigning ignorance.

“I was too sleepy, so i just took my time…” Kaylee lied flatly, brushing her hair into a low bun.

“By the way, inform my secretary to get 10B into a new separate account, and name the account 10 Sessions, I’ll be in need of it soon.” She said.

“Sure,” Angela smirked secretly.

The car moved out, and Kaylee smiled to herself, biting her lip.

—

[Young Mansion, 9PM]

Scott and Kane are only just returning home, holding hands like fresh puppy lovers.

Scott hasn’t stop smiling. It’s like he got enchanted overnight.

He’s the one holding tighter to Kane’s hand, and Kane is enjoying it even if he’s not saying it.

Surprisingly, Owen is at the living room, sitting like a good wife…

Her long gown covered her legs and arms completely like a wedding dress. Her exterior is calm.

Kane pulled Scott past her, but despite her agonizingly hurting foot and body, she stood.

“I’m very sure Silas talked about my illness, and you’re too big to ask how I’m doing?” She said questioningly.

Kane stopped with a step on the staircase with Scott, and they turned at the same time.

Her eyes are on their tightly interlocked fingers.

“What incest are you both practicing!! She yelled impatiently. “Are you boys effing crazy?” Her voice is firm, surprisingly.

“It’s incest if we’re brothers by blood!” Kane yelled back, eyes glinting h@tëfully. “I’m Kane Dax, my dad is dead, and he’s Scott Young, his Fuçkin dad is alive! You haven’t even wedded him yet, you’re just a housewife on the tongue!”

“Our wedding is in a month!” Owen seethed angrily.

“I don’t care… Owen! I don’t!” Kane laughed….

“I know you’re doing this to make me give up on Silas, but you should know by now that I know your game better than you do! When you see nothing can shake Silas and I, you’ll give up!” She promised.

“I look up to giving up, mother.” Kane laughed again, going up with Scott.

He went to Scott’s room with him, and he breathed out.

“Are you scared that this really won’t work to break them apart?” Scott asked in a gentle voice.

“I want them apart cos I don’t wanna stay here in Los Angeles. I don’t like your father, but you…why do you want them apart?” Kane asked.

Scott’s face went down, slowly.

“I just don’t want your mother to get hurt,” he muttered.

Kane raised Scott’s face with his fingers, and Scott blinked.

“What do you mean?” Kane frowned.

“Nothing much, really.” Scott mumbled, voice gentle.

“Are you sure your father isn’t an abuser? You said he’s good to you and your lost sister, but I’m doub—”

“He’s a good person,” Scott cut him off, but Kane can’t help but see the fear in Scott’s eyes as he talked.

He’s even still holding his hand.

“Fine,go to bed…” He said.

“No. Tommorow is our final practice for the Friday match so I’ll be spending my night working out at the gym.” Scott replied, gripping him tighter. “Will you go with me?”

Before Kane could reply, his phone rang, and he retrieved it.

“I’ll be right back!” He promised and left the room hurriedly.

He stationed guards around Cove to monitor him.

They’re the ones calling.

“Yes?” He picked.

“Catastrophe… Cove is unconscious, and Roxy has kicked him out of his apartment…” The report said.

Kane’s eyes darkened.

“The Pyro is unconscious?” He muttered. “He has history after all.”

He hung up and gave Scott’s door a guilty, uncertain look for a minute, then he climbed down the staircase, leaving the house.

Inside, Scott has peeled off his shirt, showcasing the ugly dark scars decorating his muscular back.

He put on his gym wear and left the room, peeping out.

“Kane?” He called.

No answer from him.

“Where did he go?” Scott muttered.

—

[Dorian’s Mansion]

There’s a lot of things that needs Dorian’s attention.

One is checking out his schedule for tomorrow.

Two is his screen meeting with his crew members and label staffs concerning his Friday release.

Three is brushing through his photoshoot preparatory magazine for tomorrow.

But he’s doing nothing.

He just sat in front of his system, glasses on so he looks like a billionaire club president.

His mind is still with Stacy.

He still doesn’t believe she left the medical center by herself.

He even told the guards to track her phone, but they couldn’t do it.

Who else would block all chances of tracking if not Cove?

He still has the nipping suspicion that Cove is behind it all.

But he has no evidence, and that’s what has been holding him down.

But now he’s about to run insane cos if she’s really with him, he won’t be able to take it.

Who knows what that unwell guy is doing to her now?

He clicked few buttons on his system, opening his OBSCURE app.

Few welcoming words displayed…

“Welcome to OBSCURE. Safe secrets. Filthiest desires. Valid Cruelty.”

Yeah…he’s one of the many users of the popular app.

He wanted to start typing his worries there to deflect, but he can’t even type. He can’t function.

He shut down the laptop and stood, getting his phone and coat.

He’s gonna go to Cove’s.

He rushed to the front door just when Angela and Kaylee are just returning.

He went past them wordlessly.

“The hell are you gonna?” Kaylee questioned.

“Stacy’s!” He snapped.

“Good boy!” Kaylee smiled as he got in his car.

Angela pinched herself painfully.

—

[Studio Apartment]

Roxy is long gone.

She had locked the apartment, and now Trevor is in front of it, kneeling beside Cove’s body and trying to wake him up.

“I rushed here to tell you Matteo was suddenly sent out of his own apartment, but I never knew we’d get chased out too,” He cried.

“I think Roxy has a hand in Matteo’s case too, I dunno why she’s doing this to us!” He sniffled.

Cove’s eyes are still tightly shut. His face is pale, and he still looks intensely drained.

“The garage reconstruction is still ongoing, and now we got sent out. Is this some sorta jinx?” Trevor muttered.

“Wizard!” He shook him. “Covey! You haven’t passed out before so what’s going on! Wizard!”

Stacy moved on her spot across the thin road of that area.

She still hasn’t left.

She rushed out of the apartment earlier after receiving the threatening text, but she just couldn’t leave.

She hid herself behind a unlighted pole, watching from there.

Is the unknown still watching her now? Can she at least get out and help the poor crying boy?

She made up her mind to step out, but that was when Cove moved.

She returned into hiding.

“Wizard!” Trevor gasped hopefully, sniffling. “Covey!”

Cove’s weak eyes peered open, and everywhere is still so unclear, but he can still make out Trevor’s voice.

“Trevor…” He groaned.

“Yes it’s me! You scared me! We’ve been thrown out!” Trevor sniffled, wiping his tears.

Cove lifted himself, and though he can sit up now, he’s still weaker than a rain-beaten tissue.

His breaths are still slow.

He tried standing on his feet, but tonight must be his unlucky night cos six shadows jumped into the small balcony out of nowhere.

Six strange men.

They look like thugs. They look foreign, holding long glinting, murdering knives.

“Who’re y’all?” Trevor stuttered, hus voice clogged.

They replied with their fast—almost mechanical movements.

They moved so aligned, wanting to stab Cove down.

Cove moved too, despite his weakness. He raised a leg, kicking off two of them so he’s able to stand.

With labored breaths, he shoved Trevor behind himself, and the men came for him again, rounding him like their helpless prey.

Six knives were th-ru_sted to him, but he avoided the mercilessly brandishing blades.

He used his elbow to jut the closest man to him on the chest.

That one fell on another one, and a knife slashed Cove’s elbow.

He swayed to the left, grunting and almost falling. He’s still so weak, so they got the opportunity to slash him again on the forearm.

Trevor’s eyes couldn’t take it, so he pushed forward and kicked the knife away from that one.

“Leave us alone!!!” He yelled.

Another one gave him a slash on the palm, and Trevor cried out.

His blood reddened his hand.

Cove’s eyes widened.

He surged the non-existent strength in him to his fist, directing that fist to the one who slashed Trevor’s palm.

His head pounded the balcony metal, and that metal dented.

Cove’s unforgiving kick went south to pound another one in the face, and another kick went east to crush another one in the neck. His elbow entered another one in the midsection, and his punch bloodied another one in the face thrice.

His large palm wrapped around the neck of the fifth one, choking him till breaths left his body. He slammed his back on the wall with an animalistic growl, and that one dropped dead.

But almost immediately, the sixth one stabbed him in the tummy.

Trevor’s eyes widened as Cove’s blood flowed on the knife…

“Covey!!!” He screamed.

“You can’t escape her. You can hide better, but she’ll find you!” The sixth man whispered to Cove, pushing the knife deeper into his tummy.

And this is when Stacy ran out of her hiding place, not minding anymore.

By now, the sixth man who stabbed Cove has jumped down the balcony, escaping alone.

The other five are still on the ground, dead and unconscious.

Cove fell straight to the ground, groaning and holding his bleeding tummy. The weakness came again.

“Wizard! Wizard!!” Trevor yelled, trying to hold him.

Stacy ran up the stairs.

“Please help me!” Trevor begged.

“I will,” Stacy went down.

Before she could touch him, her phone buzzed.

Knowing it’s the Unknown, she decided to not check, but the phone buzzed again three more times.

No choice.

She got it out fearfully, and four texts sat ominously on her screen

1st: I’ll kill you if you touch him! My gun is targeting your head right now!

2nd: Touch him and die!

3rd: Remember you’re not with your guards. Free death.

4rth: Get away from him!!

Stacy’s eyes widened, mind twisting, hearth pounding, chest thudding.

She shook her head and turned around to leave, but a tight, cold hand held her ankle, and she gasped.

She knows that coldness, but she turned her neck anyways.

It’s really Cove holding the ankle. His eyes are closed, and his second hand is holding his bloody stabbed tummy.

“Please help.” Trevor begged again, shedding hot tears.

Then the fifth text buzzed on Stacy’s phone…

5th: Shooting at the count of 2….. One!

Stacy tore her ankle away from Cove’s cold grip, and she rushed down the short staircase.

“Don’t go!!” Trevor yelled, but Stacy didn’t look back as she ran hopelessly out of the area.

Dorian luckily met her on his way into the street, and he stopped his car beside her, getting out fast.

“Stace!” He breathed in relief, hugging her immediately.

But she broke the hug, panting and sweating and panicking.

“What’s going on?” He asked in a concerned mutter.

—

Immediately Stacy left, Zendaya dropped her gun back in her car drawer and came out.

She has been watching from the shadows, sending threats in form of texts from her car.

Now is her time.

Trevor’s cry for help is still bleeding into the night when she rushed to climb the staircase.

The love of her life is on the ground, bleeding, but she likes it.

She should probably thank the stabbers for stabbing him.

At least, she now has an excuse to stay with him and take care of him.

She went down low to help him up, but she was pushed off suddenly.

She fell with a sharp yelp, and Kane came to view, towering above her like a streetlight pole.

Zendaya spranged up.

“First year student Kane? When did you get here and why would you even push me, moronic idiot!!!” She yelled, wanting to slap him.

With brute force, Kane’s fist flew to Zendaya’s face, blowing her violently.

Zendaya’s upper lip bursted in the middle, and her nose bled.

Then… Trinidad arrived too, hurriedly on her bike.

She left the bike without giving it a stand, and it fell as she climbed the staircase fast.

She pushed Zendaya out of her way, but Zendaya stood still like she owns the ground.

She doesn’t want to move.

“I saw him injured first! You have no right to take him!!!” She yelled crazily with her bleeding upper lip

“Fat Fool!” Trinidad angrily threw her own punch too.

Zendaya’s lower lip bursted.

She fell on the short six staircase, rolling down fast till she landed at the base with a loud thud.

She stopped moving, pretending to be really dead.

Trinidad tied her blazer on Cove’s bleeding stab and mounted him on Kane’s back.

Kane rushed downstairs.

Trevor followed.

Trinidad went last, cruelly marching over Zendaya’s stomach below the staircase.

Zendaya’s eyes flew open.

She screamed.

TBC.