Reckless - S01 E51

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Reckless - S01 E51

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

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Stacy’s two hands flew up, fingers spread like she’s giving objections.

She ain’t moving, ain’t touching him, but his tongue is already touching her throat.

His hot breaths are already soaking her up in the face.

Her eyes kept growing bigger.

Her fingers refused to fold.

This ain’t the first time he kissed her, but it still felt new, still felt foreign.

His teeth tightened slightly around her bottom lip. He gave her a slight bite.

Her gasp was treacherously loud, and her fingers finally folded, both landing on his shoulders.

But she still wasn’t reciprocating.

Her eyes are blinking now, and her fingers on his shoulders are paused like they’ve been gummed there.

His second hand joined the first one on the curve of her tiny waist, both circling to meet at the center.

He roughly pulled her close even when there’s no existing space between them.

Her feet went up.

She stood on her toes, and the arms on his shoulders crawled slowly to his neck, wrapping over there.

She opened up completely, leaving herself wide open and shutting her eyes tightly.

She kissed back gently.

She’s not able to give as much as he’s taking cos she couldn’t match his pace, but she still tried, clinging between his heavy breaths and manly heaves.

He took control completely, so right now—her whole lips is in his mouth, mashing as he kissed her breathless.

Her toes are shaking inside her flops, but her arms around his neck kept locking like he’s her stronghold.

His thumb pressed her neck, and her air got restricted, amidst dirty desires, thick need and something else that’s so hard to pinpoint.

What’s going on?

Seriously, what’s happening?

Brain, what’s occuring?

She was finally close to matching his pace, but he pulled away, letting go of her lips.

He moved down her neck, shoved his face into the crook and planted kisses on the spotless skin, sniffling her in like his aphrodisiac and kissing again…

Her body flared, and fear kicked in as her breaths poured out fast and reckless. She hyperventilated.

“Cove,” her small voice came up, but his face stayed buried in her neck, lips working her skin.

“I need to…pee….” She lied breathlessly.

He didn’t stop instantly.

It took one more second after that statement before his head came up.

He’s sweating slightly now, and the v-neck of his hospital wear has pulled down more than it was.

Now she’s seeing the second tattoed word.

“Quod volo…”

That was all she could read before Cove himself pulled down the v-neck completely, baring the dark glaring collarbone tattoo.

Her mouth opened.

“Meum est.” She whispered the rest, her eyes going back up to meet his own.

“What I Want Is Mine.” She translated slowly, the ward feeling cold.

Maybe cos of the dead criminal on the floor, or cos of Cove himself.

His eyes are still on her lower lip, staring at the bite he gave to it.

It’s red on that spot, and she doesn’t know, but there’s a hickey on her neck, too. He left them intentionally.

His lips parted, slow and deliberate.

Stacy’s eyes won’t leave him.

She’s obviously expecting explanation on his tattoo meaning.

But he instead turned away from her and groaned, touching his tummy.

“What’s wrong!” Stacy quickly held him.

He released himself from her grip and went to the bed.

He sat and lifted the shirt from his stomach, revealing his carefully plastered stitch.

Thankfully, it’s not open, so the plaster is still clean.

The pain he felt just now must be as a result of the inner response.

He looked up, his eyes catching the little doll by the wall.

She’s still there, just there.

“You seem like you can actually take care of yourself. I’ll leave now, and you should explain to the hospital how you stabbed the man to death with a needle for self-defense.” She said, picking her mace bottle from the floor.

She went for the door.

“Don’t touch the door,” he warned, gritting, but what wasn’t enough to make her stop her stroll.

“Stacy!” He snapped.

She opened the door anyways, but before she could step out, he was already with her.

He shut the door back, then pulled her roughly by the wrist.

“Let go!” She pinched his veiny arm, but that’s like beating a tree.

He dragged her up to the bed where he pushed her to the mattress.

He knew she’d try to stand, so he held her knees together with his hands, so she could only wriggle.

“I was asking what’s wrong when you suddenly groaned, but all you could do was shake me off like a stranger? And I know what your issue is. You think me seeing the part of you that feels pain will tarnish your godlike, egoistic image, but I don’t really care, we’re all humans anyway even though you’re very sick mentally.”

“I was worried all night and I couldn’t even sleep cos I thought the doctors here might not do your stitch well and this morning I had to rush over to check on you, and the first thing you do is kiss me after killing the killer doctor who—”

Cove smiled dryly, and she stopped talking, still so serious.

“You h@të it? The kiss?” He muttered, steadying his hold on her knees.

He caressed her laps.

“Nutjob, I saved your life” she muttered back.

“If you didn’t come, I’d still kill this fool,” he replied, looking at the dead man on the floor.

“What do you mean?” She blinked.

“I woke up since 3am, I only remained down cos I knew the sixth one would still come, so I knew when you come in and I knew when you began struggling with him. Propofol…. sodium chloride?” His voice went low.

Stacy went silent .

He let go of her knees and stood.

Matteo entered immediately.

Seeing the dead body on the floor, he gasped, holding his chest.

“What is this!”

“A dead body,” Cove muttered nonchalantly, sitting beside Stacy.

Stacy stood.

“He’s the sixth member of the attackers last night. He came to inject him with SC, acting like a doctor, but I caught him. Cove happened to wake up and they engaged in a scuffle before he was able to inject him instead, so yeah, he’s dead.” She explained clearly.

“But who are they? Why are they after Covey? What’s going on?” Matteo asked fearfully.

Stacy looked at Cove, expecting an answer, but he just stood by the window of the ward.

No answer.

The hospital management were contacted, and the body was cleared.

It’s all recorded in the ward camera footage, so both Cove and Stacy only had to answer few questions with the cops before they left.

Matteo received a call and left the ward, so once again, it’s just Stacy and Cove in the ward.

He’s still standing by the window despite the doctor’s instructions to sit.

“Who’s HER?” Stacy asked. “I heard you saying he should go wait in hell and you’ll send HER to him. Is HER the person who sent them? What blood feud do you both have to the point of sending killers after you?”

“If I tell you even a bit, she’ll start coming after you too. I’m enjoying the game alone. Involving you would ruin the fun.” He replied, his back still on her.

“Would ruin the fun? Or you’re worried I’ll get hurt?” She replied.

That made him turn, so fast.

“I’m not even worried about myself, so don’t insert yourself into that category. Worry?” He smirked.

“Liar,” she muttered.

And this is when he came back to her. She stood her ground till he arrived and bent his figure to her level.

“She definitely has spies around this city who’re working for her, and the six she sent this time were only just the beginning. More will still come, and even if your dad hires the whole CIA company for you, you still won’t be safe. Leave it!” He spat.

“Did you forget my father is the richest man? I’ll be fine,” she muttered.

“The more I hear that, the funnier it gets. Richest?” He meaningfully smirked.

“What do you mean?” She frowned.

“I won’t sit you down and tell you about who the SHE is. I h@të talking, but you’re hell-bent on breaking my limits. Know your place.” He groaned.

“You’re not scared of this person, it shows in your eyes that you don’t even fear anybody, so why aren’t you telling me?” She said.

“And you are?” He demanded, looking pissed already.

“I can’t believe you’re saying this after kissing me like that,” she muttered.

“Is this like trade by barter? I kissed you, and now you’re pissing me the hell off. People kiss, now don’t take it personal. And you aren’t the first one I fed too. I fed a cat once… You’re pushing this button annoyingly.”

“I was wondering where you kept your sharp tongue and obnoxious attitude since you woke up, and here it is. I shouldn’t have come here at all.” She said and stepped back.

Then she rushed out.

Matteo rushed inside.

He has been by the door, listening.

“You d@mn crap boy! You fed a cat? You h@të cats! No…you h@të animals in general and that’s why you don’t eat their products. You fed her only, so why saying you once fed a cat?”

Matteo hit his arm.

Cove didn’t reply, he just kept staring out of the window.

Matteo sighed.

“You can’t continue like this. You should really find a way to get rid of your Avoidant nature. Anytime someone tries to get close, you hurt them to make them stay away. You did that to all the street guys, and that’s why they stay away from you. You did it to Dorian and you both turned enemies. Now Stacy is next? You’ll grow old alone!”

“You and Trevor have to be extra careful. I’m not in the mood to bury anyone.” Cove replied off topic, jaws tightening.

“Now,” Matteo muttered. “Who’s HER? The one who sent killers to you?”

“She’s someone you don’t wanna cross,” Cove faced him slowly.

Matteo frowned, but knowing Cove, he’ll keep talking in parables, so he decided to give up on questioning.

“How did Stacy know the injection wasn’t propofol but sodium chloride?” He asked.

“Her mum was a chemist, owmed a chemical industry. She probably learnt one or two.” Cove shrugged.

“She learnt from her mum? The mum died several years ago and it’s still in her head? Meaning she’s got retentive memory, so why is she not doing well in school?” Matteo blinked.

“She’s too lazy to study,” Cove replied.

Matteo smiled.

“It’s expected, she’s a spoilt heiress, but I thought you wanted to give her tutorials the other time.”

“Close her discussion chapter,” Cove frowned hard.

“As if you’ll stay still if she hooks up with Dorian,” Matteo scoffed.

“She’s not a hooker, watch your mouth Matteo.” Cove glared, his eyes glinting like medieval swords.

Matteo cleared his throat.

Trinidad and Kane entered, and they both smiled immediately they saw him up on his feet.

“Where’s Trevor?” Matteo asked.

“I told him to remain in school since he has a test this morning. He’ll come see Ice prince at noon.” Trinidad replied.

“Who says I’m staying here till noon?” Cove’s brows arched.

“Hello, captain America, you got nine stitches last night. Naturally, you need rest.” Trinidad rolled eyes.

“I’ve been sedated since last night, I woke up at 3, meaning I slept for more than six hours, if that’s not stupidity.” Cove complained.

“Sleeping for six hours is stupidity?” Kane grinned. “The more I get to know you, the weirder you get.”

“I heard what happened from the nurses. Stacy was even here. I thought I told the nurse to not let her in?” Trinidad said.

“She’s the reason the killer was caught, so I guess we should be thankful to her,” Kane commented.

“So who are the men? Who sent them? Or is that also under the list of things you can’t tell anyone?” Trinidad asked.

“Don’t bother asking, he won’t even tell me,” Matteo said.

“You’re one mighty ball of mystery, Pyro.” Kane shook his head.

Cove called the doctors for discharge, saying he’ll heal completely at home.

The hospital uniform is the first thing he took off.

He dislikes the fabric.

In three more minutes, he’s back in his baggy jean and jacket on ash singlet.

He’s now wearing his boots.

“Today is lecture-free so you don’t have to go to campus. It’s the last practice for tommorow football match. Also, today is the rehearsal for the ice skating. Skaters are sporting tomorrow too.” Trinidad said.

Cove looked up.

“The school claimed they wanna know the overall best game between F-ball and skating. They’re gonna take the winner into The Hall of Fame. Now it’s not only about winning in your team alone, it’s also about how many students each game can pull as crowd.” Kane said.

“Dorian got paired with Stacy, so he’s definitely on top of the moon now,” Trinidad sighed.

A tweak shook Cove’s lashes.

He finished tying his boot lace, pulling the last tying step too hard.

Kane noticed and smiled discreetly.

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[Young Mansion]

Scott expected Kane home throughout last night, but he didn’t even see a shadow, so he closed his mind off Kane completely and just decided to dress up alone and go for his last practice today.

He’s in his room, buttoning up his shirt when he heard footsteps behind himself, and he quickly whipped around.

Silas is right there behind him, and he didn’t allow a word out of Scott’s mouth before he got a hold of his neck, squeezing hard.

Scott grunted, struggling to get his father off himself, but Silas did worse by slamming his son’s back on the closet door, nearly breaking his backbone to two.

Scott fell, coughing and panting high.

“You’ve been going astray these days, and I can’t help but think you need to be set straight,” Silas sighed, squatting in front of his son.

He looks like a cheating abusive husband in a county series with his glasses resting on his nose.

Scott continued coughing.

“Kissing Kane in school?” Silas grinned. “You seem to be forgetting that he’s Owen’s son, and I’ll be getting married to Owen next month,, do you need a reminder?”

Scott looked up, still panting and caressing his red neck.

“When you both started that madness, I thought of overlooking it and give you space to come back to your senses, but that’s obviously never gonna happen. You must miss your punishments…the same one your wretched mother suffered from me till she died like she deserved!” Silas laughed at his face.

Angrily, Scott leapt at him, punching him straight in the face.

Silas fell flat, and Scott came over him, hands on his neck.

He began choking him.

Silas stayed still.

His glasses has fallen off, now lying somewhere around.

He grunted in pains as Scott’s choking climbed up to the next level.

Scott kept pressing, imagining his mother’s face in his head…

Thinking of everything his mother went through…

He pressed harder.

Silas intentionally allowed him to dominate, till Owen barged in.

“Scott!!” She gasped, seeing son choking the father. “Scott!!!”

She tried to tear him away from Silas, but Scott was too adamant.

Silas’ eyes are already closing.

“Scott!!” Owen kicked him.

Scott fell away from Silas, and now it’s Silas turn to start coughing.

“Silas!” Owen went down beside him. “Oh my gawd!” She gasped, seeing his brutally red neck.

She faced Scott.

“Were you gonna kill him? Just the way your dead mother tried to kill him? Now I understand you’re mad like your mother, we should send you to the psychiatric hospital too!”

Scott wanted to talk, but then he saw Silas’ face.

Silas is smiling sickly. He’s enjoying this—making him the villain just the way he made his mother the villain and painted himself the best unrivaled husband alive.

“I’ll kill you, with my own hands… I’ll kill you!!!” He yelled, going for him.

And this is when Kane entered.

He blocked Scott, but Scott still tried to push through obstinately, body tense with anger that needs to be let out.

“Scott!” Kane cautioned.

Merely hearing his voice, Scott’s hard bones lessened.

He looked at him, breathing out as if a hitch got lifted from his air.

“Kane,”

Kane saw his red neck, but when he looked back and saw Silas’ redder neck, his eyes darkened.

“Let’s go,” he pulled Scott by the wrist, and Scott followed.

Silas pushed Owen off and stood by himself, picking his glasses.

He was grinning as he walked out of the room with his hands pocketed.

Owen followed, limping on her foot.

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[Elite2 Hotel]

When Cove arrived with Matteo straight from the hospital, Matteo gasped out, blinking.

They’re just coming out of Matteo’s old car, and Matteo couldn’t even move away from the car.

His eyes stayed fixated on the otherworldly hotel skyscraper.

Elite is the most luxurious hotel in America with the main branches here in Los Angeles.

Elite1 and Elite2.

There are over 20 Elites, but 3rd and above are scattered around the other cities are states of America.

“Are you gonna keep standing there?” Cove’s voice came from the front, and Matteo gasped again, moving forward.

“What are you doing? Do you know how much it costs to stay in any of the Elite hotels per night? Millions! And you’re saying we’ll be staying here for a month?”

“Would you rather go stay under a bridge?” Cove glared, his lips still partially dry.

He held his tummy with his left hand as if guiding the stitch.

“Now I’m starting to get really scared,” Matteo shook his head. “Days ago, you still gave me a million to rebuild the garage. A million! Now we’re gonna start staying in the most luxurious hotel in the country? You’re the same person who’s being hunted by strange killers and you kept talking about HER. Who’s HER? You won’t tell me.”

“I’m not daft, so I knew from the start that you’re not from the Bronx, you don’t even look like someone from there. Are you royalty or something? Maybe you ran away from home cos people are after your life?”

At this point, Cove entered the hotel without replying him.

“Covey!” Matteo rushed after him.

“Matteo!” Trevor’s voice came from outside, and Matteo looked back to see the young boy getting down from the a taxi in his school uniform.

“You have a test, don’t you?” Matteo said, surprised.

Trevor joined him with a run.

“My teacher postponed it cos I told him my brother is sick.” He said.

“Who’s sick?” Cove asked from the front, and Trevor smiled, rushing to him.

“I knew you wouldn’t last few hours on that bed! You’re indeed a Wizard. Who’d know you’re the same person who got stabbed yesterday? You even insisted on getting discharged? Are you metal? I need to start working out like you and grow some muscles!” He happily said.

“You talk too much,” Cove muttered, giving him less attention.

His thought is partly on the pairing he heard about from Trinidad.

Stacy and Dorian on the ice?

Skating?

The imagination made him smirk, and his jaws grinded habitually.

Trevor was wowing with Matteo, both behaving like local folks as they entered the hotel rotating doors.

Golden chandeliers, shinning black walls, velvet-draped polished staircases, gold and pearl-lined railings, insanely polished floors you can see your reflection as you walk. Black ceilings with detailed ornate constellations displaying around the surface.

And that’s to mention a few of the luxury.

It’s insanely vainglorious with the richly dark aesthetic.

Matteo even fell at a point, and Trevor had to help him up.

“Elite is really the best hotel in the world, look at it. Gazillions was spent on building this place, I swear.” He said in great awe.

“Why did we enter through the front door though? I thought they have an underground park?” Trevor wondered.

“You want us to enter their underground park with my old jalopy car? I bet the cars we’ll meet there will make me crawl in shame.” Matteo replied.

“True,” Trevor nodded.

Cove walked up to the concierge desk, and he received bows from the three respective ladies over there.

They wore blue uniforms.

“Three Ultra Elite Suites.” Cove said.

Their mouths widened.

They ran their eyes down his body, then back up to his face.

Ultra? It’s the most expensive package in this hotel, and him?

He’s getting three?

“For a month,” he added.

They blinked.

“A…a month? Three Ultra Suites?”

Even Matteo and Trevor exchanged shocked glances behind.

“I swear this crap boy is royalty, here’s the proof!” Matteo said.

“Three Suites? Meaning I’m gonna be having my own personal?” Trevor gasped. I better go open an IG account! The girls in my class are in trouble!”

“Are y’all retarded? You suddenly lost your wits?” Cove said, pissed when the concierges kept staring shockingly.

“Oh… sorry sir!” They snapped back. “Of course, three Ultra Suites for a month, that’ll be….1.2B.”

“I’m making a transfer,” Cove got his phone out.

“We only work by card payments, sir.” They quickly said.

Cove turned around immediately, signalling at Matteo and Trevor to let’s go.

“Sir! Sir!!” The concierges rushed after him quickly.

“We’ll just check you into your suites now, so when the Manager arrives at night, he’ll arrange how to process your transfer pay sir.” They quickly said, and that made him stop.

“You both go check in without me. I need to get to campus,” he told Trevor and Matteo.

“Campus with your stitched stomach? Are you kidding?” Matteo frowned.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Wizard.” Trevor said.

But Cove is already walking out of the lobby, and Matteo sighed.

“He doesn’t listen to anyone.”

“This way, sir.” The concierges pointed at the elevator.

Trevor and Matteo followed, both smiling with excitement as they entered the rich elevator that’d be taking them up to their floors.

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