Reckless - S01 E62

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Reckless - S01 E62

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 62

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[Apex Game Lounge]

Kehlani and the twins have roamed every interesting spot in the resort, this place is their last stop.

They arrived at the combat arena where two wrestlers are having it hot in the ring, and they quickly placed their bets on their winners.

They joined the onlookers surrounding the ring, screaming with their bottles of energy drink.

“What the hell is Fighter A doing? What the hell! I placed 50 dollars on him. He better not Fuçk me up!” Tasha said desperately.

“Didn’t I tell you? I said Fighter B is winning this Sh|t! Look at his chest!” Tania laughed.

“Fighter B all the way!” Kehlani grinned, clinking her energy drink can with Tania’s.

Tasha hissed, and they laughed mockingly at her.

Kehlani sighted Trinidad not far from them, and she instantly notified the twins to look at her.

But the twins just rolled their eyes and went to another side of the ring to continue watching the wrestling.

“Their brains are wired the same way,” Kehlani shook her head and walked up to Trinidad.

Trinidad sat alone on a low chair far from the ring, and she held a can of energy drink too.

Kehlani settled on a empty chair beside her, and Trinidad gave her a short glance before sipping.

“Why aren’t you with your buddy Cove?” Kehlani asked.

“Am I supposed to talk to you?” Trinidad replied sharply.

“Duh, you talk to Stacy.” Kehlani said.

“Cos Stacy is actually better than everyone of y’all in that society?” Trinidad rolled eyes.

“That’s new,” Kehlani nodded.

“And Stacy’s mum is my lifesaver, so I guess I owe Stacy?” Trinidad added, staring at the scars on her fingers.

“See? We’re conversing.” Kehlani smiling shortly.

Trinidad leaned forward.

“You mightn’t be bad too. At least you didn’t cry like a fool when your ex leaked your nudes. That’s a progress.” She said blankly.

Kehlani smiled again.

“Thank you, would you believe that earlier he was asking why I wasn’t depressed cos of my nudes?”

“And you didn’t fire him a slap?” Trinidad smirked.

“Trust me, my finger imprints is still on his cheek.” Kehlani laughed.

“Good,” Trinidad nodded, sipping again coolly.

“So what favor did Stacy’s mum do for you?” Kehlani asked.

“I’m close for questions tonight, Kelly.” Trinidad said aloofly.

“Aw, did you just give me a nickname? I love it!” Kehlani gushed. “I knew you were a cool girl! Why the fûck did you even roll with Roxy and Elmira?”

“Do you always talk this much?” Trinidad frowned.

Kehlani laughed, but then she shot up, sighting a tall guy across their angle. He’s one of the swimmers of RIDE. In fact, the top swimmer.

Kehlani had set her eyes on him as her target even before they left LA, and this might just be the right time.

“Watch me!” She posed, walking up to the toned hot guy.

She tapped him once on his arm, and he turned around.

The moment he faced her, she stood on a chair and kissed him.

“Oh Sh|t!” Trinidad muttered from her seat, and so is everyone in that angle. They stayed wide-eyed.

The swimmer guy broke the kiss, and Kehlani feared he might dismiss her with disgust as the girl with leaked nudes, but instead, he just smiled and carried her, reigniting the kiss.

Trinidad smiled, but then she chuckled, sipping from her can again.

From a different angle in the building, Remo and his gang are seated with Roxy and Elmira.

Max’s eyes are super glued to Kehlani and the kissing swimmer. He could feel his bones crushing inside of him.

“That swimmer must be just as shameless as she is.” Elmira said, rolling her long extension lashes.

“Not to be hypocritical, but he’s cute as hell. If Cove isn’t a RIDE student, then this swimmer guy would be the tallest in campus.” Roxy said.

“Kehlani is a strong Bîtch, I concur.” Frank commented.

Remo lowered his pipe from his lips, “Bitçhes who hook up with another guy after breakup are dogs.”

Roxy saw Trinidad alone and immediately stood.

She walked up to her, sitting where Kehlani sat moments ago.

Trinidad ignored her.

“I see you’re getting over your trauma faster than you should, to the point of kissing a guy? I’m mad about it.” She chuckled, expecting a comeback.

Trinidad sipped the last drop of energy drink in her can and stood.

“I’m talking to you!” Roxy stood too.

Trinidad turned back, throwing a bloody blow at Roxy’s mouth.

Roxy fell on that chair, bleeding from the middle of her lips. She looked up shockingly.

“You know my secret? You’re finding it hard to keep it inside you? Then ring it out and be free! Ring it out if you dare! Say it!!” She yelled.

Roxy’s eyes stayed wide. She tasted metallic in her mouth as her blood flooded inside.

“Stay off my way from now on, you and Elmira, or I’ll kill you both! I know how to clear bodies so no one will ever find your Sh|t!.” Trinidad slapped her, and Roxy gasped.

She stayed down.

Trinidad dumped the can on her and began walking away, but she slowly looked back, smirking…

“And I don’t think you have enough time to play around right now. You should run and hide before he finds time for you, cos once T finds time for you, you’re dead!”

With that, Trinidad strolled out, hands in her pockets.

Elmira rushed over to help Roxy up. She offered an hanky to wipe the blood from her lips too.

Roxy grunted as they walked back to the guys table.

“Why would you allow her to punch you?” Elmira questioned.

Roxy didn’t reply, but in her mind, she’s already mixing hundred ways to get back at Trinidad for this.

Trinidad’s secret is too heavy for her to be behaving this high and mighty. A secret that’d destroy Trinidad over and over and over.

She’s gonna reveal everything in a grand style.

They sat back with the guys, and Remo dropped his pipe.

“Tommorow is our major fun day here,, and I’m gonna be using that to my advantage. Trevor will be taken in Los Angeles tonight, and Scott will be taken here tomorrow. Y’all better prepare to watch Cove and Kane run feral…. it’ll be too entertaining.” He laughed.

“Can we add the swimmer guy Kehlani kissed to the list?” Max spoke up suddenly.

He’s still staring at the corner the swimmer guy took Kehlani into, and he could imagine the guy Fuçkin her.

Frank and Roxy gasped.

“What!” Elmira stood, shocked.

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[Scott and Kane’s Suite]

The sound of the running shower almost drowned the sound of Kane’s playing music as he sat in bed, towel around his waist.

They returned from the fountain a while ago. That was their fun place tonight, and Scott stepped in the shower almost immediately.

Kane is preparing to go for a bath too. The plan was to have his bath with Scott, but something is currently stealing his attention.

It’s Scott’s sister’s case again. But this time, it’s the LA search agency that he’s secretly working with.

A new report says Lynn was sighted at the airport on the day she departed from LA. She wore thick, heavy clothing, but it still wasn’t enough to cover her neck.

They sent him a picture of Lynn at the airport with few wounds on her neck when she bent down to pick her fallen shades.

Kane was still staring at the picture when Scott came out of the bathroom, towel on his waist and water rushing down his skin in every part.

Kane got down from the bed, his expression unreadable as he took slow, slow steps towards Scott.

Scott, thinking he did something wrong again breathed out.

“What’s happ—”

Kane cut him off by shoving his phone screen to his face, showing him Lynn’s picture with the heavily bruised neck.

Scott’s arms dropped, and his jaws loosened. His palms fisted.

“Kane …..”

“Don’t you think it’s time to speak?” Kane said, stern and direct, his eyes burning holes through Scott’s.

Scott walked away from him, going on and on till he was beside the bed where he stopped and turned to look back slowly.

“Dad is an abuser. A chronic, psychopathic abuser who takes pleasure in beating women and children. He beat the crap out of me and my sister and our mother. He locked mum in the white room for days without food anytime she tried to stop him from beating us. He made mum walk on glass and nails and he made me lay on glasses too. Lynn? He made her wear tight turtle necks all the time so even when she was out of the house, Lynn wouldn’t be able to breathe well. She constantly got bruises on her neck till she developed breathing problems….”

Scott said everything at a go, and his eyes already has scoop of tears as he stood beside that bed.

“Mum fought, tried. She was strong, a virtuous woman who tried to kill him just to free us, but he turned the story around and framed her, saying she was mentally sick and wanted to kill him. She was sent to the psych hospital, and I still haven’t forgiven her for commiting suicide….she committed suicide…” Scott continued.

Kane didn’t change position. He kept staring at the scarred, traumatized boy in front of him.

Scott turned around, and when Kane saw his bare back for the first time, his eyes widened.

Scars. Dark, brown, even purple scars that has blended with the veins. They’re all on his back like a part of his skin. It’s hard to look at.

Kane’s head exploded.

When Scott turned around to face him again, Scott was already shedding hard tears, hiccuping.

“That day, dad got a new collection of murderous turtlenecks for Lynn, telling her she’d wear them throughout that school semester, and Lynn was scared cos there was no mum to defend us anymore. She was a DIAMOND, and that day, she was able to book a secret flight to San Francisco with my help. She said she was gonna attend Dorian’s concert and stay a month in any hotel over there just to escape dad’s abuse, and I was in support, but now I regret ever helping her cos she only left, she never came back. I dunno if she’s alive or dead, well or sick….I….I….I was ….. foolish….”

Scott broke down completely, crying loudly like a baby.

Kane went closer, enclosing him in a needed hug. Scott just cried more.

“I wasn’t hiding this from you for no reason. Dad is a beast. Several reporters found evidences against him in the past, but they all ended up dead one way or the other. I just didn’t want you to get hurt. I know you’re a maniac but my dad is a psycho, he’s scary when abusing people….he’s a…a killer…”

“Shh…” Kane shushed, rubbing Scott’s back, caressing his hair.

“Stop talking, I get it.” He coaxed, tightening the hug like he’s protecting him from the world’s snares.

Scott shut his eyes, hugging him back like the breath he needs.

He’s still crying, and his tears dampened Kane’s skin.

That made him madder. He doesn’t even wanna think of anything else.

Silas Young is dead already.

He’s going to kill Scott’s father.

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[Emerald Woods]

Stacy has left the entrance now. She’s loitering around the dark woods like a lost puppy, greeted occasionally by creaks of crickets and the flashes of fireflies from the various canopy of the tall, intimidating trees.

Her heart was slamming on her ribcage, threatening to tear off the bone and hook the flesh, but it’s her night tonight.

She likes the thrills.

She could still hear the loud music from the resort fun spots behind her like an underground memory, and the harder her chest slammed, the harder her anticipation builds.

Where’s Cove?

Wrong…. Where’s T?

He told to meet here, and now she’s met with emptiness without him?

She pulled her phone out of her pocket, hands sweaty even under the breezing trees as she tried to dial him, but she stopped before she could even start.

Right in front of her, a tall figure stood, looking like a grim reaper with the ghost face mask covering his face.

But even under the mask, she could make out those dark eyes that lacks depth and warmth.

The loose denim and the black singlet. The tallness and his scent which charged the air.

She took one step back, her fear clawing at her knees she almost fell, but the more the fear, the more the fun. She’s all in for this.

“I need you to run,” his voice seeped out from under the mask.

And that was all the push she needed. She whipped around under the dark leaves and mighty branches.

Her legs moved almost faster than her thudding heart, but she didn’t hear footsteps behind herself, so she stopped at a point, looked back and saw him still standing there.

“Run!!!” He growled, his voice seeming to focus on her feet.

She lifted them, running deeper into the woods, not daring to look back anymore, not daring to stop.

Though, another part of her wants to stop and feel what he’s gonna do to her if he catches her, but she’s not gonna try him.

Trees whipped past her, breeze blew threads of her hair over her face, forming a cobweb which dirtied her sight. She tripped and fell.

But she stood almost immediately, wanting to continue her run.

Her figure slammed into a rigid figure, and her whimper was loud as she was thrown back to the ground.

Her hands gathered leaves as she stood, and she threw them at his ghost face mask before running in another direction, but she didn’t last, cos she was slammed on a tree from behind, and her body nearly went limp when she came face to face with the ghost face again.

Her breaths shallowed, her chest pounded wildly, matching the rhythm of her pvssy right now.

She’s so sinfully soaked it scares her.

She’s sweating coldly, panting as he cornered her on the tree.

Before she knew it, his hand entered her bum shorts in the front.

Her breaths seized, her eyes hooking on the two emotionless eyes inside the ghost face mask.

His fingers rubbed her cl1t, and her lips went apart, gasping twice.

She grabbed his biceps, brows arched, waist rotating.

“Did you get wet like this when I was chasing you, or when I caught you?” He whispered, voice low and lethal, hair hanging in front of the mask.

“I…dunno…” She Mõ@ned, fisting his shirt in her palm.

He slid one finger inside her cûnt, and her head blew.

It’s her first. It’s the first time she allowed a male touch her princess parts. First time she allowed another hand on her kitty, and d@mn….

Is this what she has been missing?

Just one finger, and she couldn’t even breath anymore.

Her throat scratched.

“T, Oh…mmm” her Mõ@ns were low, measured, gentle.

“Good girl,” he groaned, rubbing her entrance with his thumb while running the pvssy inside with that one long finger.

“Why do you call me Dollface?” She whispered, eyes rolling.

“Cos you look like a china Doll?” He replied, and her face entered his chest. She bit his tit spot.

He curved his finger inside her, and her mouth opened.

“Fûck! That’s painful! Too much!….

“Too much? You’re about to cry….” He whispered, inserting the second finger.

Two fingers, and she saw stars behind her closed lids.

Tears ran down her eyes, running and running and pouring.

“Please…. please go slow…. please don’t hurt me….. i…. oh my gawd! Cove!!!! Ple…ase”

Her back arched against the tree, her foot turned hot inside her flats, toes and fingers trembling.

He’s not even moving the two fingers yet, but her tears are much.

“Please stop, i…i can’t…take it….”

Her voice cracked, shaking.

“So Fuçkin fragile. I’m gonna have fun breaking you to my desirable amount of pieces.” He whispered.

He lifted his ghost mask from his lips and kissed her earlobe.

Then he stretched his tongue to her face, licking her tears too.

She closed her eyes.

His fingers are still lodged inside her, but they’re still not moving.

He just kept them there, doing the licking till her face is clean. She opened her eyes back.

“How did you find out about my fear kink?” She asked.

“Cos I’m T?” He tilted his head.

He lowered his head and kissed her hard on the lips, tasting his bites.

“Why do you like kissing me so much?” She whispered, calmly.

“Cos your lips are mine? And the whole of your perfectly sculptured pristine body.” He groaned.

By now, he’s starting to move his fingers slowly, and she’s not even aware since he’s taking it slow.

But when he hit a nerve, she gasped.

“Ahh…hh……..”

And that was followed by a snapping sharp sound behind them.

Seems Stacy didn’t hear that, but he did, and he darted his eyes around.

Someone is here.

He withdrew his fingers from her tight pvxxy, taking it out of her bum shorts completely.

She squirmed at the emptiness she felt immediately.

“Go back to your suite. Go south from here and don’t deviate. You’ll get to the entrance of the woods in five minutes.” he said, voice clipped.

“Why?” She sniffled.

“Don’t ask questions, do you wanna die?” He looked at her sternly.

He gulped, then stood on her toes and placed a kiss on his lips softly.

“Goodnight,” she said.

He responded by caressing her waist chains, and she lingered before turning around, leaving.

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[Sunday, Los Angeles]

Trevor doesn’t attend sleepovers.

He can’t sleep in a house that’s not his or in a bed that’s not his and Cove.

But tonight, Matteo isn’t around.

Matteo went to Malibu to finalize the shipping in of his new garage equipments for the reopening on Monday, so it’s just Trevor in the hotel. Reason why he decided to go to the sleepover with friends.

He’s currently driving himself to the sleepover in a Porsche, blasting Dorian’s songs loudly and moving his head to the instrumentals.

‘What I Want Is Mine’ has been on repeat, and he’s playing it again.

He stopped the car at a point and picked the phone to create another playlist. He smiled when he saw Trinidad’s picture on his wallpaper, and his eyes stared at her legs for a minute before he clicked his Spotify.

“I better tell her I’m turning 16 next week. I need a car gift.” He muttered to himself as he created the playlist.

But it didn’t take long before he began smelling smokes in the car, and he coughed sharply.

He sniffed the air.

“Doesn’t smell like it’s coming from the car,” he muttered, opening the car door and getting out on the road.

But he was instantly slammed with a gun barrel at the back of his head.

His eyes rolled up, and blood soaked his hair as he went down.

By unknown figures, his body was dragged into a different car, and the speed at which that car drive out of the road was insane.

Trevor’s car, his phone and headphones lay helpless on the road.

—

[Las Vegas, Woods]

Now Cove is the only one standing in the middle of the dark woods like Satan ruling the pit of abyss.

He looks like destruction and ruination wrapped in a human body.

Though, the sound has stopped, but the feeling that there’s someone here didn’t stop.

He’s naturally deaf, so his body and eyes are hyper sensitive.

He knows when eyes are on him even from a far distance.

His eyes took the dark shade of the woods, the leaves of the tree above him swirling.

“Come out!” He ordered.

His voice roamed the forest thickly, but it wasn’t in vain.

Leaves crunched as two shadows in black clothes rolled out behind a tree.

They wore masks that left out only their eyes, but immediately they stepped out, they removed the masks, revealing their faces.

They’re Aussies, obviously.

Tall, agile men with blonde hair and golden, striking eyes.

Cove calmed, his demeanor says they’re not enemies.

“We’ve been following you around since you arrived at this resort, but we made sure to not stare too long so we won’t alert you cos we know how sensitive you are” the tallest said, eyes full of nostalgia.

“We heard tidbits in Australia that you weren’t dead, so we decided to trace our intuitions, and we were right. You’re well and alive, Your Excellency.” The second one said.

Cove sighed, his cold eyes not moving like still waters.

He brought his fingers that were in Stacy’s sweet pvxxy to his mouth. He licked, slowly.

The two men went on one knee each immediately, bowing with respect full before chorusing…..

“Thiago X!”