Reckless - S01 E57

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Reckless - S01 E57

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 57

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Stacy’s mouth hung open for the next few seconds as if she forgot how to breathe or even exist.

Her eyes unravelled his.

The slash of his breaths got hotter on her face, his fingers pressed colder on her waist skin.

With every passing seconds, his eyes turned darker and needier, like he’s gonna bludgeon her head with something or set her on fire if she doesn’t say or do what he wants.

She got scared—really fearful. Her chest slammed faster, the fear multiplied, reaching her lips.

Her lips trembled, and she had to close them slowly, but even her tongue wouldn’t stay still inside her mouth, and her organs wouldn’t stay still inside her system.

The fear is raw, and she…. likes it.

But she wasn’t gonna just give him what he craves.

He’s egoistic? Well she’s proud too.

She broke.

“Superiority complex, arrogance, oppressive tendency. I get what I want even if others get hurt or die. Which other one did I fail to mention? Cos I know there are more than ten mental illnesses worrying you, and now you want me to say I miss you?” She pushed her body against his, and he allowed it.

He followed her palms.

He moved backwards, his hungry eyes staying down on her, boots sliding the surface of the marbled ground till his back hit the wall.

He let go of her waist, so now she stood in front of him willingly, her short figure so serious.

Her head barely reached his chest.

“I missed you, very Fuçkin much, Covey. I miss you I couldn’t even concentrate on anything!” She admitted with a jesting laugh. “Is that it? Exactly what you wanna hear? Now that you got it, can you rest?”

She stepped back.

“You’re the same nutjob who called me a prostitute so many times cos my dress sense is somehow unappealing the you. Yet, you kissed my lips anyhow in the hospital and then told me I’m nothing! You hurt yourself and nearly died just to prove me a point in the football game! Gawd, you’re incurably sick. I made a mistake, I shouldn’t have got curious about you in the first place.”

“You’re lying again,” his voice rumbled back to life.

He stepped closer, she stepped back. This move has become so constant between them so much she’s now used to it, and their eyes contact?

Too much.

“You didn’t stalk me only because you were curious about me. You stalked me because somehow, my mysteriousness scares you, and Dollface, you love fear. Fear turns you on, and that’s why you secretly read horror books and watch horror films alone in your room at night and touch yourself constantly!” He slammed brutally.

Each word seemed to sign a pact on Stacy’s body as she stopped stepping back, her eyes got dark.

Her face and the whole features on it twisted. Her chest pulled.

She gasped soundlessly.

No one knows this.

Not Anita. Not her dad.

Not even her friends!

The only place she wrote that dark secret on is her secret room in her OBSCURE app.

So….why is he…

She looked up again, meeting his intense, insane, unapologetic eyes on herself. He looks like a curse.

She pulled the door open fast and rushed out, her feet wet in her pink thigh-high boots.

The door shut after she left, and Cove opened the water dispenser, placing his hands under and washing them.

He was wearing gloves when he slammed the car door on that arsehole, but still…

He needs to wash.

He h@tës stains. He’s perfect.

He’s too perfect for blemishes.

He washed hard, and as he washed, he laughed, slowly.

His memories….

[Cove’s Memories, Years Ago]

It’s an arena now.

A wide but not-so-wide arena. As if built for a particular strict purpose.

This place is called “X Syndicate Life & Death Zone.”

It rose like a metallic kingdom carved out of cold genius.

Circular walls stretched high into the dim glow of a ceiling made from layered transparent alloy panels.

Through them, thousands of lines of blue data-light streamed like digital constellations. Every inch of the stadium breathed intelligence.

In the middle of the arena, twenty prisoners stood like ants, unsaid fear written on their faces cos today is definitely their last day living.

No one survives this place.

No one.

X Syndicate people named it Life and Death Zone, but it needs to be changed to Death Zone cos no human has survived the perils.

They’re gonna be thrown inside the pit one by one to fight wolves.

Who survives fighting with wolves?

The entire structure here is controlled by a central AI core—an invisible mind humming beneath the arena floor, calculating temperatures, heartbeats, audience reactions, and the probability of survival for every prisoner thrown into the pit.

Black sand and gravel coated the pit ground, and behind the thick reinforced gates, the wolves stood.

Starved creatures whose low growls vibrated through the stadium.

Everything here is engineered by the robotics genius family that owned the place… The X Family.

The spectators were wealthy members of the syndicate—men and women dressed in dark luxury, their faces glowing blue from the enormous LED holoscreens suspended in the air above the pit.

The screens displayed live biometric readings of the prisoners below.

Their heart rate.

Their oxygen levels.

Their estimated survival time.

The AI loves statistics.

Human-like robots walked between the spectators, gliding smoothly along invisible tracks on the floor. Their bodies are sleek silver cylinders with soft glowing eyes.

They all held trays of rich refreshments, serving the guests.

They communicated with guests effortlessly, processing orders and returning within seconds with wh@tëver was requested.

Soon, the syndicate members placed their bets, then a wolf and a male prisoner were let into the pit.

The game began.

At the very center of the highest viewing tier, there are two figures who enjoyed the spectacle more than anyone else.

Cove and his father who’s the boss of the Syndicate.

Cove leaned forward on his seat, one arm draped lazily over the railing.

Beside him sat his father—Nathan, a silver-eyed man who’s madly handsome with tinted beards. Cove has exactly his face.

EXACTLY.

Only missing thing is the beard.

The glow of the arena reflected in his eyes as a prisoner was taken out of the pit in a marked coffin.

The male prisoner has been torn to pieces by the wolf, and his blood dripped from the coffin wood corners as the robots carried it to the incineration exit.

The next terrified prisoner was dragged into the pit.

It’s a female this time.

Nathan’s laughter was low and cold.

“Well,” he murmured heartlessly, “let’s see how long this one lasts.”

“Wonder why they always tremble and run when they get thrown in the pit,” Cove muttered, looking bored.

“It’s normal human instincts to be scared in face of danger, my genius.” The silver-eyed man smiled at him.

Cove took his father’s wine flute and began sipping from it

“Waiting for a day one of them will face the wolves and not run, that’d be more entertaining. A fear lover would be it.” He muttered.

“Is that your way of saying you have a type? You love a fear lover?” Nathan faced his son now.

Cove sat beside him, the loose pants of his suit so wide.

But he hasn’t said anything when the other syndicate members began screaming. Father and son looked forward to see the prisoner inside the pit is actually fighting the wolf.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Cove spranged up.

“Embrace it! Love the fear! Eat it bîtch! Let it kill you and smile!”

His eyes were twitching with excitement he hasn’t had before, and he was grinning from ear to ear as the prisoner battled for her life.

Even Nathan is grinning, liking this so much too.

The body of the prisoner is currently a map of bruises from the claws of the wolf, even her face.

But she didn’t last, cos at the last minute when the wolf went mad on her stomach, she dragged herself back, running away.

Cove’s laughter stopped.

A dangerous disappointed look settled deep in his eyes.

He picked his gun from a tray and shot out a round bullet.

As the round bullet flew towards the female, one of the walking robots threw a matchstick at it, and it caught fire. It’s sulphur-coated.

It hit the prisoner, and she burned bright in the middle of the pit.

She dropped.

Cove lowered his gun, smirking. “How dare you raise my hopes and then crash it.” He muttered.

The other syndicate members sat back, not daring to even breathe. They began placing their bets on the next prisoner to be thrown in.

Nathan chuckled, placing an hand on Cove’s shoulder. “Let’s hope you one meet a worthy lady who loves fear. Even if she’s in the mouth of a lion, we’ll drag her to you.”

Cove smiled, but the smile faltered when the disturbing sounds of female heels reached their ears.

Someone is coming.

Someone they both know.

[Present Time]

Cove has finished washing his hands, and he has wiped too.

Now he’s putting his leather gloves back on, staring at his perfect self deeply in the mirror.

He imagined Stacy’s insanely beautiful face right beside himself.

He wants her to smell like him.

He wants her to carry his scent.

He wants to be her blood.

He wants to be her flesh.

He wants to be inside her bones.

But why is she making that so hard? Does he have to hurt her first? That’s something he has been holding himself back from doing.

And no it’s not physically. That’ll be cliche. How about doing it emotionally?

He knows her more than she believes, but she doesn’t know.

He finished wearing the second glove, and Trinidad choose that time to barge inside.

“I heard what happened to Dorian, and I just knew you did it! You even wiped off the internet records? Tell me what exactly is your deal! What brutal obsession is yours?” She yelled at his face sternly.

“You’ll end up making me kill you,” Cove smirked.

“Do it! Kill me if you Fuçkin dare!” Trinidad glared. “You’re the pyro, right? Burn me to death!”

Cove entered mute mode, so she breathed out harshly and swept her hair back with her palm.

“I don’t know what you think you know about Stacy, but she’s actually fragile. Under her hard girl personality, she’s just a girl. Yeah, I h@tëd her and her glitz when I was still rolling with Roxy and Elmira, but that’s the exact reason I h@tëd her cos I felt she was a pretender… A puppy pretending to be a wolf.”

“You know she loves attention, and you’ve been giving her too much. Of course she’d grow too full. Why not starve her? Act like she doesn’t exist for one day at least.” She continued.

“Think I hadn’t thought about that?” Cove smirked again, irritated. “It’s impossible to stay away from her when I always wanna breathe the same air she breaths.”

“I know, freak! I know, but just one day. One full day. Trying isn’t very hard. I’ll be your anchor.” Trinidad offered flatly.

“Do you even know what that means? Being my anchor? You’ll run mad.” He pulled her jersey.

“I don’t care, but please…one day without you looking at her. I chose tommorow.” She said.

He let go of her and smiled.

Trevor entered, chuckling. He hung headphones around his neck—he hijacked it from Trinidad’s headphones collection in her house.

“The fûck are you doing here?” Cove questioned glaringly.

He quickly hid behind Trinidad.

“I brought him with me, duh.” Trinidad defended. “Meet us at the stadium!”

She left the washroom with Trevor, and a minute later, Cove followed.

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[Medical Center]

Dorian’s eyes are closed, tightly. He’s in bed, unconscious.

His smallest finger is plastered and bandaged.

After the car door gave it the complete cut, he was rushed here by his guards, and the surgeons were still able to run stitches, but according to them, it might take years before that finger heals, and even if it heals, he won’t be able to move it. It’ll be a useless finger.

The shock made him lose consciousness, and since then, he has been on IV.

Worse part? The road cameras didn’t capture a thing. The cameras stopped working within the two minutes of the occurrence.

Well planned, It captured nothing about it.

And the guards couldn’t even catch up with the biker since he seemed to be an insane one.

He was helmeted, so no one saw what he looked like.

First time Dorian got an anonymous attack, and DIAMONDS are already roaring online again.

Kaylee isn’t here, but Angela is right beside him, watching.

She’s shivering and muttering things from his sleep, so she took his hand, folded it into hers and rested the both on her cheek gently.

“I’m here, don’t be scared. I’m right here, Rian.” She muttered.

Meanwhile, in Dorian’s subconscious, his memories are looping.

[Dorian’s Memories, Years Ago]

“When are you gonna go make the delivery you cûnt!” A blurred girl shouted at the top of her voice.

“Now you’re making me irritated. I said I’ll go! If people keep telling me to do something when I’m already planning to do it, I get irritated.” Dorian replied with a deep scowl.

He’s sitting on a old swing chair, all the chest buttons of his cotton shirt are undone, so his packs are out.

“I see those six packs are getting into your head!” The girl scoffed.

“If you’re jealous of the packs, then just go switch your gender to male and stop giving me headache!” He snapped, and the girl threw a shoe at him which he caught.

He threw it back, and the girl came after him, chasing him around that small backyard.

Then a older woman came out of the house, arms akimbo.

“You both must be so idle, chasing around? There are deliveries to be done outside!!” She yelled.

Dorian and the girl ran off before she could get a hold of them.

“I want those deliveries made in ten minutes! Ten!” The woman yelled.

[Present Time]

Dorian’s eyes opened slowly, and he immediately took in his environment.

For the first time, he had a sweet dream which he didn’t want to end. But what can be done? Sweet dreams have a way of cutting itself shorter than nightmares.

“Rian? You’re up!” Angela smiled, helping him sit up immediately.

Dorian looked at his bandaged finger, and a tear slid out of his eyes, falling on the bandage.

The bandage absorbed it thirstily.

“Rian,” Angela whispered.

He looked up tearily. “Angel, I feel like I’m forgetting myself. I feel like… like my real self is getting lost. I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore. I just wanna live simply, take care of my insects, love the girl I love and be loved back, but these days…he has been clawing through my head a lot. He has been trying to take control of me, and I’m scared.”

Angela sat in bed with him.

“Rian—”

“One day, he’ll come back and kill me, isn’t it? I won’t last, and it’s not even him alone. I’ve been hearing her voice in my nightmares too, she’s always screaming for help in my head and I’m just—”

Dorian sniffled, more tears rushing out of his eyes.

“Stacy is the only thing I really really desire,. I feel like she’s the redemption I need, but she’s not reciprocating yet. I promised to wait, but now I dunno. I love her a lot, and I need her to love me back. I’m…I’m….”

Angela swallowed, then reached for his face, but he turned away.

She dropped her hand.

“You won’t even let me console you?” She muttered hurtfully.

“I’m not him. Learn to differentiate between us, Angel.” He muttered.

That hurt her more.

She swallowed again, harder.

“You don’t have to be scared of HIM. If he returns, I and Kaylee are here. And about HER, I think you still need time to forget about HER completely. Just calm yourself, Rian.”

“And where’s Mama K?” He asked, wiping his tears by himself.

“She probably went for a ride again. Line busy when I called her twice.” She said.

He nodded, staring at his bandaged finger again.

“We didn’t catch the cul—”

“I know who did this,” Dorian cut her off, and she blinked.

He inched to come down from the bed, but she blocked him.

“Don’t tell me you’re attending Champions Night with your finger like that. You’re going nowhere.” She said seriously.

Dorian sighed.

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