Reckless - S01 E59

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Reckless - S01 E59

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 59

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[Elysium Cascade, Las Vegas]

Elysium is basically a colossal private entertainment for billionaires—a massive luxury biome resort in the dessert, combining nature, tech, and decadence.

It’s designed so rich heirs can play for days without having to leave the property, reason why it’s nicknamed ‘The Playground of Heirs’

Flaunting different features like the celestial falls, the emerald woods, the apex game lounge, the sovereign zoo and many more. It’s maddening.

The staffs have been informed of the arrival of chaos since a week ago, and they’re been preparing to receive the chaos in form of madly spoilt 500 RIDE students.

Now the professional staffs are lining from the gate of the resort to the entrance of each and every suite.

There’s a servant for each student, all arranged by the school. You chose your servant according to your plane numbers, so the servants wore number tags on their plain purple uniform for easy recognition.

Faces down, heads bowed.

They’ve been lectured about the rudeness and cruelty of the students, so no mistakes condoned.

There was silence except for the sounds coming from the fountain as the water fell from the space between two rocks and landed on another white rock below it.

At 11am, the air changed.

The fountain noise was diluted with the insane screams of heirs and heiresses, and the sounds of their expensive cars driving in.

The chaos finally arrived.

They landed at the airport ten minutes ago, and they spent the ten minutes on the road, driving here.

Car doors opened, students jumped out, taking their times to pop champagne and spill Hennessey.

Screaming, howling, slapping their car trunks and deflating their own tyres in excitement.

Two days away from school and stress? Yeah, totally worth it.

Remo led the madness for the guys. His belt is almost down from his ripped jean pants, and his boxers are showing as he spilled champagne around, the multiple chains on his neck dangling like a gangster’s.

He spilled champagne on the old servants so many times, but they dare not speak up.

They stayed bowed, stayed still.

For the girls, it’s the twins.

Elmira wanted to lead the madness, but the twins were faster.

Tania climbed the top of her car, and Tasha stood on the bonnet, both pumping wine out of their bottles and screaming like barbarians.

Elmira and Roxy could only watch and huff and scowl.

Soon, Kehlani joined the twins on top of her own car.

Max was once again amazed.

She’s not pretending?

She’s really happy without him?

Why? How?

His brain couldn’t process, and his morale went low immediately.

Hundreds of students got on top of their cars too, spilling drinks like their precessors, so the resort became a total beehive with the noise.

As their cars moved towards their suits in one straight line, they partied, sprayed dollars. Different music players blasted on. Different type of expensive, swag cars.

It was too loud.

Stacy badly wants to join the chaos, but somehow, she’s not in the mood.

She came out of her car same time Dorian came down from his own car.

Dorian tried hard to start a conversation, but it’s like her brain and eyes are concentrated somewhere else.

Cove’s car is a custom-made lotus emira gt4, surprisingly. One of the top 3 expensive cars here.

He arrived with Trinidad, and they’re the first to get to their suite.

They’re in the same suite, actually.

They left the screaming howling students and proceeded to their suite without looking back.

In fact, they’re holding hands, and Stacy’s eyes followed them too.

Earlier before they took off at LA, they kissed, and now they’re sharing a suite and holding hands?

Till they entered the main door, Stacy’s lashes didn’t blink, and even after they entered, she kept staring at the closed door so much.

“Are you that affected by them?” Dorian’s vocalist voice said beside her, and she finally got back to her senses.

She looked at him.

“….”

“If anything, you should be glad he’s outta your span.” Dorian continued.

“I…..” Stacy started, feeling so blank she can’t even form a sentence. “I’m just wondering why he’d chose Trinidad.” She blurted.

Dorian’s eyes darkened. “Were you waiting for him to chose you?”

And only then did Stacy realize how stupid she sounded. Was she really expecting him to chose her?

She shook her head and awkwardly wiped her palms on her laps—a move she does whenever she’s out of it.

Then….some students behind their car began murmuring…

• I knew it’d come to this, seriously.

• Think about it, Trinidad is strict, and Cove is arrogant and rude and brutal…

• Exactly, they match.

• That unexpected kiss is still replaying in my head!

• I thought Trinidad was lesbian you guys! I thought!

• Lesbian? Trinidad h@tës lesbians! She once had a boyfriend before she became a tomboy!

• I’m happy for her though. I mean… she’s definitely winning the best female player over Tania, and now she bagged one of the hottest guys in RIDE? Fuvk, she’s lucky.

Stacy’s throat tightened.

Meanwhile, that last statement made Tania’s arms drop on the car she’s standing on. The champagne nearly slipped off her grip.

Trinidad is really winning the best female player over her?

She’s gonna die.

They finally arrived at the girls suites, located right beside each other.

Even Dorian’s suite is in the middle, so they left the driving party at the same time.

Dorian held Stacy’s hand with his fine hand, and when she tried to have it removed, he held tight, webbing their fingers together.

She looked at him, and he just gave her a beautiful smile before continuing to go in with her.

The girls followed behind, and Tasha wouldn’t stop gushing.

“They’re so darn cute, I swear!”

They all reek and drip of champagne.

“You mightn’t have noticed, but Stacy’s mind isn’t here,” Kehlani said.

“What do you mean?” Tania asked.

“We’ll see,” Kehlani shrugged before they all went to their suites.

Roxy and Elmira finally released the h@tëful hisses in their throats.

“The nudes release didn’t have any impact on Kehlani like I anticipated, and it’s making me mad. What do you mean she didn’t shed a tear? Girl, her pvxxy is on everyone’s phone! And have you checked her IG page comments? They’re mocking and bullying her, but that bîtch is here, laughing like a witch!” Elmira complained bitterly.

“I’m more focused on Trinidad. Don’t tell me that bîtch is actually in a relationship with Cove?” Roxy replied angrily, throwing the alcohol bottle with her. “Does he even know her background? Does he know about her past?”

“And about the Cove guy too, what do you mean he now stays at Elite2 Hotel in LA? Three suits costs billions, and did you see the car he came in? Don’t try to say Trinidad sponsored him cos that bastard h@tës free things cos he even payed Trinidad when he took her bike, so where is his funds coming from?” Elmira said.

Their backs are rested on their cars as they talked.

“We came on this trip for a reason, let’s get the mystery digging started, shall we?” Roxy said.

Elmira smiled.

Remo and the guys already arrived at their suite, so they followed them.

Kane and Scott are among the last cars to arrive, and they weren’t loud.

They just quietly went to their suite with a lollipop stuck between Scott’s lips. Kane was smiling as their suite main door went shut.

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[Cove & Trinidad’s Suite]

Trinidad hasn’t been able to sit since the suite door closed on them.

Immediately their hands separated, Cove unpacked and picked a new bandage from his bag to wrap on his tummy.

Afterwards, he picked his laptop.

He picked that darn annoying laptop of his and sat on the bed, coding.

He hasn’t looked up since then, but the sound of his fingers tapping the key has been rattling.

Trinidad has been pacing in front of him, going back and forth.

He said nothing, but after she paced for twenty minutes without sitting, he looked up slowly.

“You might develop a muscle pull at this rate. Not that it’ll be a bad sight, but I don’t wanna take care of anybody.” He said.

“I h@të you!!!!!” She screamed at his face, panting. “Why the fûck would you kiss me! Why? I only told you to not give her attention for a day, but you went ahead and kissed me publicly you heartless motherFuçker! Not only that, you also my made sure they gave us the same suite and held hands as we entered!”

“Did you forget the part where you offered to be my anchor? And the part where I said you’re going to run mad on the job?” He said dryly.

“Do you just kiss anybody?” She muttered.

“Yeah, I used to kiss whoever I wanna kiss, fûck whoever I wanna fûck, kill whoever I find annoying too.” He replied simply, as if humans were nothing but his toys.

Trinidad’s fingers entered her hair, and she used her left hand to take off her headphones from her neck.

“You used to?”

“I didn’t stutter, but right now I only ever wanna kiss a girl, kill whoever thinks of having her, own her body and life and pronounce her future, burn off anyone who says her name….” Cove read it out like a declaration.

Trinidad scoffed.

“But she’s making that difficult which I h@të so d@mn much. If I were home, I’d kidnap her, tie her up in my cellar and starve her till she admits that she wants me, but unfortunately, I’m not home, and she’s lucky I’m not home, so now I gotta use the kindest means to make her realize who she wants and who owns every breath that comes out of her.” He said.

“Tie her up in your cellar and starve….her? That’s a sense of mad possession. You just wanna have her cos Dorian is also into her. You’re incurably sick,” Trinidad muttered, shaking her head.

“People say that a lot when I was at home. T is sick, oh he’s deranged,oh he’s a deaf devil, but I love those nicknames so much I killed everyone who formed them.” He laughed.

“T?” Trinidad muttered, frowning.

“Fortunately for you, our names share the same first letter, I allowed you close cos of that, and majorly cos you have no desire for me.” Cove shrugged, sitting back.

“So…your name isn’t even Cove Fabio?” Trinidad’s mouth zeroed.

“Stupid, dumb-sounding Cove Fabio?” He glared. “Each time I hear people call me that, I wanna baptize myself in hot mountain lava. It’s an insult, but I have to keep taking the insult for a little more while. Time will soon be here for reckoning.”

Now he’s back to his laptop.

“Deaf devil… So the voice processors behind your ears…” She muttered.

“Try to betray me anytime, and you’ll be the one I lock in the cellar.” He replied without looking up.

Trinidad sighed and looked at his ruthlessly commanding figure for two more minutes before she started exiting.

By the door, she looked back.

“Anyways, that should be the last time you ever kiss me. I have my reasons.” She said.

He looked up.

“I know. You don’t have to worry.” He assured, his eyes falling on the scars on her left fingers.

“You once had an accident?” He said, sounding hypothetical.

“No answer,” she replied , giving him a middle finger before finally leaving for her own bedroom.

Immediately she arrived, she fell in bed and shut her eyes, trying to kill the memories trying to resurge in her head. It’s bubbling so hard she might just vomit as she tried to push it.

Memories of those disgusting hands on her. Memories of that disgusting voice in her ears…

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

Her eyes opened immediately, and she left the bed.

The more she stays in one place, the more she’d remember, so she unpacked and brought out a female dress from her bag.

A female armless dress and a bum shorts. A makeup kit and a long curly black wig.

She deserted her female side and has lived a tomboy life for so long she has forgotten what being a female feels like, so she had brought these along with her for the trip, meaning to wear it in her room and just flex with it in secret.

Now is actually the time.

With the next thirty minutes, she occupied herself with it.

Carved her eyebrows, fixed false lashes before wearing her makeup. Wig followed, then the outfit and heels. Since she’s already tall, the heels are very moderate.

She took so many selfies and made videos too, so proud of herself that she’s still feeling like a female, but someone else needs to confirm.

But who?

Cancel Cove from that list cos he’d probably tell her she looks ugly. No one can be beautiful except Stacy in the eyes of that madman.

And she’s not friends with Elmira and Roxy anymore, so…

She sat in bed, looking sad as she scrolled on her pictures, checking them out alone.

It didn’t take long before she got the perfect idea, and she smiled.

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[Los Angeles, Elite2 Hotel]

The hotel have cars they rent out for lodgers who come from far distances, and Trevor is inside one of such cars.

Matteo insisted he’s ok with Uber, so Cove payed for a car rental for Trevor before he left.

A black sports car, and luckily for him, he’s taller than his age and can drive. Though he’s still not of driving age, he still drives.

Cove payed enough, so Trevor drives himself everywhere.

He went for a basketball practice in school this morning, and he’s just returning, killing the car engines immediately he stopped it at the underground parking lot.

He was about to get out when he received a buzz on his phone.

He blinked, resting back on the driver’s seat before retrieving his phone, expecting it to be one of the girls crushing on him in school who sends breàsts pictures.

But instead, it’s from T-girl.

He saved Trinidad like that.

“Oh the sun rose from the sweetest part of the sky today.” He smiled, opening the text.

At first, she frowned, seeing pictures and videos of a tall beautiful girl on his screen.

“Who’s this?” He muttered, wanting to text her and ask who, but then he saw the scanty scars on her fingers.

Her makeup didn’t cover the scars.

“Wait…..” He gasped, realizing. “It’s…..her?. Her????? How???”

He dialled her line immediately.

“Hello!”

“How’s it? Be blunt,” Trinidad replied immediately, sounding edged.

“Oh my gawd it’s really you!” He gasped. “Why the fûck are you a tomboy? Like why? Why are you….a d@mn tomboy? You’re so fine!”

“And it’s not to sugarcoat your words?” Trinidad asked.

“Sugarcoat? Tgirl you know I don’t! The pictures are so d@mn hot, especially the tall legs! You have very sëxy legs and you even have hips too! You’ve been covering that with your joggers and jeans?” He rambled.

Trinidad chuckled. “It’s ok, thank you. Now I can breathe in peace and go back to being a tomboy.”

“No you don’t mean that! You can’t go back to being a tomboy! I swear I’m about to make one of the pictures my wallpaper!” He said quickly.

“Have fun without your deranged brother, and say hi to Matteo!” Trinidad rushed and hung up.

“Hey! Trin—d@mn…she hung up…” He muttered, taking the phone off his ear.

He really set one of the pictures as his wallpaper, and he smiled immediately the picture setting got completed.

He got down from the car finally, still in his armless basketball jersey and the shorts.

He was staring addictively at the pictures as he walked to the hotel entrance, but he couldn’t help but feel eyes on himself.

He turned around, scanning the park environment, but nothing.

Just the cameras and the expensive lodger cars.

He blew off his intuition and returned his eyes to his phone, still staring at her pictures as he walked inside with a smile.

A figure slipped carefully between two cars in the park, retreating soundlessly.

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[Las Vegas, Elysium Cascade – Dorian’s Suite]

Lunch is by 1pm, and no one wants to have a boring lunch alone in their suites, so they’re to gather at the general dinning area and dine together.

It’s 12:30, and Dorian is ready to go. He’s not planning to go straight to the dinning area.

First, he’s gonna go to Stacy’s suite.

He sprayed himself after putting on his armless shirt on his slacks.

He was smelling good as he peeled the plaster on his stitched finger, giving it an intense stare before he plastered it back.

When the biker drove past him on the express, his nose worked perfectly, so even though he didn’t see the face, he smelled vertiva, and only one person scents that way.

He immediately knew it was him, and they’re gonna settle scores for that in this trip.

DIAMONDS are about the have another field day trolling the hell out of Cove again.

This time, he’s gonna unleash his other side on him, and it’s not gonna be funny when it starts.

He picked his phone, seeing a text from his boss—his mum.

Kaylee.

Mama K: Sure you’ve landed, have an enjoyable trip darling!

Dorian sighed, not bothering to reply before pocketing his phone. She’s boring as hell.

There’s a reason he frequently calls her Mama K instead of mum.

He’ll never get used to calling her mum.

He nearly pocketed his phone, but it buzzed again.

He checked reluctantly, and he regretted checking.

It’s Angela. She sent him pictures of her bathing in the bathroom.

DO is tattoed on her right butt, and RIAN is on the left one.

Dorian blocked her, then pocketed the phone eventually.

His song is currently on 350M+ streams, multiplying every minute and right now he’s even scared.

He has never stuck it this big before, and the most annoying thing is that most people fell in love with it cos of Cove’s extra toxic parts.

He should have erased Cove’s parts from it before he recorded, and now he’s regretting.

If this song hits 1B in a week, then he’ll surely break records and will be having his third Grammy award next year, and to think Cove’s parts will be getting him the award?

He’s gonna get sick.

Another buzz disturbed his phone, and as he pulled it out. He had plans to turn it off, but he relaxed when he saw it’s a IG notification.

Stacy just posted six pictures with the caption; Vegas Chaos 💀🔥

Just now, but an account by username 120 has liked it.

Dorian was still trying to figure out what kinda sick stalker it is as he stepped out of the room.

His guards flanked the exit, and three of them followed him when he stepped outside.

Surprisingly, Kane is waiting.

He’s blasting What I Want Is Mine on his phone, smiling.

“When is the album dropping? Honestly, we DIAMONDS aren’t content with this single.” He said.

“Will start working on it after this trip, Kane.” Dorian replied, his steps falling beside Kane’s.

“But the CF in the writers list is Cove Fabio, right?” Kane asked.

Dorian halted, breaths catching before he looked up.

“If you already know, why ask?”

Then he walked away.

Kane folded his arms, his smile disappearing. “Is there anyone that pyro can’t enter?”

He received a text from Scott.

Freckled Sin: Lunch. I’m waiting at the dinning area entrance.

Kane moved immediately, but the buzzing of another message on his phone made him stop.

This one is from his mother…

Owen: We’re getting there, soon.

He acted like he read nothing.

He pocketed the phone and left.

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