Reckless - S01 E63

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Reckless - S01 E63

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 63

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An amused laughter nearly spilled out of Cove’s mouth, but it didn’t. It’s a humorless smile instead.

A smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

Slowly, he popped the fingers out of his mouth, the taste of his pvxxy exploding in his buds.

Yeah, HIS pvxxy.

Her pvxxy belongs to him.

He let the taste bloom before leaning on a tree, looking at the rogues.

Men who do dirty work for the X Family amily are called rogues.

They don’t even have names, they only answer numbers, and these two men are a big part them.

They’re Eleven and Ten.

Growing up, they were the closest to Cove. It’s safe to call them his men cos he tested and evaluated them.

In X Syndicate, letting people too close means buying yourself a coffin. Everyone is out for benefits—to make a name for themselves, so if you’re gonna chose a confidante, it’s advisable to be wicked.

But Cove didn’t even have to act wicked when he was chosing these two. He has been wicked since birth.

Since his mother jumped in a river after giving birth to him, and his father named him Thiago, he has been a ruthless bastard.

They fear him more than his father, and they fear him more than HER.

Everyone knew not to tease a hungry lion, but he has left Australia since five years ago, and human nature is bound to change.

The woods is silent as a graveyard except for the faint sound of music coming from the resort behind.

Sensing his silence, the men stood.

“Of course you don’t trust us anymore, I can see it in your eyes, but we’re always for you. We even pretended to be on her side just so we could get useful information and snatch the Syndicate from her in your name, but she found out about our plan and had us castrated.” Ten said, pain in his voice.

He lowered his pants, and Eleven did the same. Truly, their testicles are gone. They’ve really been castrated.

“Nasty. Typical her.” Cove muttered as they pulled up their pants.

“And it’s T. I h@të the sound of His Excellency.” Cove went glary.

“That’s not right, you’re the owner of the Syndicate so far your father who’s the former boss is dead. That title belongs to you.” Eleven said.

“The father I killed with my own hands?” Cove replied, eyes turning colder than Antarctica.

The rogues went quiet, but not for long before Eleven spoke up.

“Everyone calls her Her Excellency now. She now owns the Syndicate and has been developing rare AI robotics. The human cryonics you developed, she has claimed it, even the biotechnology is in her hands.”

Then, Ten talked too…

“She built too many software companies and cyber security firms under it. Space exploration and satellite technology. This woman is now madly, deadly rich. The worse part? Your insane games and apps, she has claimed it all too. I think the only one she hasn’t been able to claim is the most popular one.”

Eleven took over again…

“And she has been doing all these low-key in silence, staying off the public and the internet. Soon, she’ll make a public appearance, and if that happens, you’ll be forgotten, your Excellency. You need to come back.”

“Not your Excellency again!” Cove growled, so angry he nearly snapped Eleven’s neck right there.

Eleven quickly returned to his knees, head going low.

“I’m so sorry, T. please pardon me.”

Cove shifted his eyes away from the kneeling man, smirking.

“Everyone believes I died in the penitentiary fire while in prison five years ago, and it’s gonna remain like that till I’ll be done here.”

“But she knows you’re alive, she definitely knows.” Ten said.

“Yeah, the bîtch knows, she has been sending people to get me, and she’ll continue sending them, but like I said, the whole world knowledge will remain glued to the fact that Thiago X killed his father, went to prison and died in the prison fire. I’m not done here.” Cove responded, taking his fingers into his mouth again.

Sh|t, at this point his mouth has to go down on her sweet cûnt soon, or he might lose his sense of reasoning.

In fact, he’s already losing it.

“You’re…not done…here?* Ten asked with a blink.

“Is it… because of…the girl from earlier? Albert Montana’s daughter?” Eleven said slowly.

And his world tightened when Cove’s palm gripped his throat.

Eleven’s eyes popped.

His groan was brutal as his back met with a tree, hard and inhumane.

Ten stayed silent behind, knowing saying a word at this time will only make his own torture come.

“How much did you both Fuçkin see? When I was chasing her? Or when I caught her?” Cove demanded, fingers squeezing Eleven’s throat so ghastly he couldn’t even open his mouth to talk or make a sound.

“We saw nothing!” Ten quickly said behind. “We know how much you h@të invasion so when we saw you chasing her, we hid in the shadows and even covered our ears. I swear, we heard or saw nothing till you ordered us to come out.”

With a push, Cove let go of Eleven, and the poor man fell on his knees, coughing out blood and vomiting the vodka he had earlier.

“Return to Australia, you both.” Cove ordered, and Eleven’s coughing stopped immediately.

Ten came closer to him.

“But she’s—”

“I said return!” Cove snapped, giving them his bitter death stare.

“Yes T!” They chorused, heads hanging in another bow.

Now, Cove is already walking away from the forest, but after few large steps, he stopped and looked back at the two rogues who look helpless.

“Actually, take care of something for me tommorow.” He said.

The rogues rushed close to him immediately.

“Anything you say,”

“The canvas painter—my former landlady.” Cove raised a brow. “She’s Roxy George, granddaughter of a venture capitalist. Capture her tommorow, shave her head totally and make it shine. Paint her head deep red and whip her till she faints, then dump her body in any available railway. The rest depends on her luck. Either she gets crushed by a speeding train, or get rescued by a saint. I’m interested in knowing what her luck will seriously be.”

Cove lacked expression as he read out the judgement, as if it’s not his first time doing that which is true.

The rogues smiled at each other, understanding the assignment.

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[Resort, Dorian’s Suite]

Dorian is on the second pack of cigarettes. He’s well aware of that the excess smokes is gonna do to his voice, but he didn’t care.

It’s helping him take his mind off his thoughts, so he’s probably gonna smoke till he falls asleep.

That’s even if he’s ever gonna sleep tonight with the scene he witnessed at the tub room.

They were covered by a transparent curtain, so he didn’t witness directly, but he saw their shadows crawling on the curtains, and his stupid head memorized every moment especially when the large body—Cove, was licking the smaller body—Stacy.

That scene has been embedded in his head, and the more he ruminates, the more he smoked.

He’s going crazy, and he knows that too, but right now losing his voice and going crazy at the same time doesn’t sound so bad.

He took another drag from the cigar, his elbows resting on his knees as he sat on the floor beside his bed.

Suddenly, he doesn’t wanna be the loved singer anymore.

He doesn’t wanna be Dorian.

He doesn’t wanna be the most streamed metal singer.

He doesn’t wanna sing or be loved by DIAMONDS anymore.

He wants to be himself, but it’s a wish he’s aware will never come true.

He slipped into his memories again.

[Dorian’s Memories, Years Ago]

“Your pizza and is here!” Dorian hollered as he stopped his bike in front of a storey building that looks like a home of thousands.

He checked the address with him and slid up the eye shield of his helmet.

It’s really this place.

He took the pizza package and was about to start climbing up to the unit when smelly water from nowhere wet him from head to toe.

The water smells like onions, obviously from the kitchen.

Dorian stood there, stilling, drenched and dripping for a minute, not knowing what to do.

Even the pizza pack is now wet.

“I ordered pizza since thirty minutes ago! The drive here from your shop is fifteen minutes why are you just coming!” A hostile voice yelled.

His head went up.

The woman who ordered the package is surprisingly the one who poured the water, and she still looks so mad.

“I had a problem with my bike on the way, which is why I planned to return half of your pay to you to say sorry for the delay.” Dorian replied, still so calm and composed.

“Oh…” The woman scratched her neck awkwardly, coming closer to take the package from him. “Well sorry about the water, you can keep the money you were going to return. Just use it for your dry-cleaning.”

She rushed back inside immediately, leaving the pizza boy like that.

Dorian looked at himself, sighing as he got an hanky from his bike safe to wipe his face clean.

“I could have wounded her. People are so rude.” He muttered, looking at the house again.

“I hope that pizza chokes you.” He muttered before keying the bike to life, driving off the road.

[Present Time]

Dorian is by the private cellar now. He picked a bottle of alcohol and walked back the the bed, falling heavily on the mattress without even opening the alcohol.

It would have been cool to remain a pizza delivery boy, right?

At least, he’d only get onion water on his body, and he wouldn’t have stepped RIDE at all.

Cos if he hadn’t stepped RIDE, he wouldn’t have met Stacy and wouldn’t have wouldn’t have grown these unquenchable feelings for her.

Unquenchable cos there’s no way he’s letting go of these feelings.

It’s his first time, and he fell too hard to take his mind off it—off her.

And what’s crazier is the fact that he knows Cove is only obsessed.

Cove ain’t the type to love.

Cove is heartless.

He looked at his bandaged stitched finger, smirking.

Tommorow it is.

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[Mirage Market]

When Stacy returned to her suite half an hour ago, she didn’t meet any of the girls, so she had to text them and wander around the fun spots till she met them here.

Kehlani and the twins came to the bazaar after Kehlani hooked up with the swimmer guy, and they’ve been flying gists around, strolling.

They’re all holding cones of ice cream, but Stacy has honey eclipse chocolate on top of her own cone, munching both.

She and Kehlani look the brightest.

No—she even looks brighter than Kehlani cos Cove’s ghost face mask is still stuck in her head, and it still feels like his fingers are in her pvxxy as she walked the mirage.

She kept smiling.

“Seriously I thought he was going to reject me especially when he broke that kiss, but then he just reconnected our lips and deepened the Sh|t! He was so awesome!” Kehlani gushed, using her tongue to lick the ice cream on her thumb.

“Awesome during the sëx too?” Tania asked curiously, walking backwards in front of the girls.

“It was a five minutes quickie in a corner, but he was awesome for this five minutes. His cóvk has more veins than Max’s, and he’s a Mõ@ner. Girls, he Mõ@ns…he’s so cute!” Kehlani laughed, eating her waffle cone.

“So… you’re gonna date him? Replace Max with him?” Tasha asked.

“Nooo! It’s a quickie and nothing more! I didn’t even ask his name or number. After what Max did, I don’t think I’ll ever be in another relationship till we’ll graduate next year!” Kehlani said quickly.

“What are you even saying? He’s not like Max! That guy is gentle and he’s Brazilian like I heard! His name is Reid or sum…” Tania shrugged.

“You can’t say he’s not like Max just because he’s gentle. Duh, guys are devils, they hide well.” Kehlani said.

“Fine, cut the talk about Lani and her hookup boy. Is it just me or Stacy hasn’t been talking?” Tasha said.

Their heads moved in the same direction, and their eyes fell on Stacy who looks so lost beside them.

The ice cream in her cone is already melting with the chocolate, and it’s pouring on her fingers, flowing down the space between the fingers.

But she doesn’t even know. She’s staring ahead, smiling like she just bought a country.

“Heyy!” Kehlani nudged her.

“Huh!” Stacy gasped, waking from her sweet thoughts.

“Are you in love or something? What the hell!” Tania gasped.

“Didn’t I tell y’all her mind had been lost since Cove kissed Trinidad at the airport?” Kehlani scoffed. “Am I the only observant one? Yeah I ship her hard with Dorian, but this babe is far too gone with that Cove boy.”

“When did it even start?” Tasha blinked. “I expected you to reject the tub game earlier, but you jumped on it and came out with five hickeys and two lip bites from those feral fangs of his! This is serious!”

“And you even went to the woods? For what? Wait…did you guys fûck already?” Tania gasped.

“No! No we didn’t!” Stacy snapped.

“It’s a lie!” Kehlani said.

“No I swear! I swear it was just cuddle and whatnot, but we didn’t! Yeah, i wanted it to happen at some point, but it really didn’t happen!”

“You wanted it to happen….” Kehlani said with a grin.

“At some point?” The twins chorused, grinning too.

“Tell me, how wet did you get? That virgin pvxxy of yours is finally ready for some lengthy penetration? Holy motherFuçkin’ tightness!” Tania winked.

“Stop, you guys…” Stacy laughed.

“When it finally happens, please no condom! Raw is the real deal! Record your Mõ@ns and come here to play it for us!” Tasha said.

“Guyssss…” Stacy laughed again, but her smile slightly wiped off when she saw him.

He’s in the market too, but with Trinidad. They’re both in a jewelry store, and while Trinidad checked a jewelry out, Cove stood behind, working on his phone.

Why are they together again?

“Did I tell y’all I talked with Trinidad? She’s cooool!” Kehlani said.

“Trinidad chat will not be tolerated!” Tania snapped.

“Wh@tëver! Ok my dad will be coming for a visit tomorrow! And we’ll be following him to our family mansion to meet everyone! Y’all better prepare to meet Senator Josh Beckett!” Kehlani gushed, jumping.

“Of course!!” The twins laughed as they ran into a street food stall.

“Stacy don’t lag!” Kehlani hollered.

“Street food will hurt my stomach, I’m not interested.” Stacy replied.

“You and your pickiness about food. Meet us inside!” Kehlani shouted and entered the shop too.

Stacy stayed there, her eyes went back to the jewelry store.

Trinidad is still there, checking out a silver necklace.

Cove is now seated, and though he’s not even looking at Trinidad, she wants to be the one beside him.

She wants to stay close.

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[Sunday, Los Angeles]

When Matteo arrived from Malibu, first place he went was the garage to deliver the goods he brought.

From there, he went to the hotel, and that was where he got the car report.

The hotel securities notified him that they found the Porsche Trevor went out with yesterday on the highway.

They found the car and Trevor’s phone and his headphones.

The report made Matteo lose his bearings, thinking something bad happened to him.

Trevor called last night to inform him about the sleepover at a classmate’s place, so Matteo drove to the classmate’s house hurriedly.

He wasn’t breathing healthily till he arrived at the house, and the classmate plainly said Trevor didn’t come for sleepover last night.

“He’s the only one who was absent last night,” the classmate had said.

Matteo got back in his jalopy car, his body shaking as he took his phone.

Definitely, something is wrong.

No, everything is wrong.

He dialled Cove.

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[Unknown Location]

Trevor stayed awake since he got hooked in the claws of his abductors last night. He passed out when the gun barrel was hit on his head, but not for long. He woke up when they got here, and no matter how much he screamed when they were tying him up, no one came to help.

He bled from the hit spot on his head last night, and now the sleeves and polo of his shirt is streaked with blood, and his head is thumping with strong headache.

With pale lips, he groaned, his skin pulling tightly against the chains he was tied with.

He felt his flesh thorning.

There are five men in the place with him. Looks like an industrial uncompleted building with the engine oil spillage around.

The five men aren’t masked. Bold of them to actually do this with their faces revealed.

They’re obviously killers. They look like they haven’t had their baths in days, and the smell coming from them could kill a near-death patient.

This is torture.

They’re playing chess on a high desk, and they’re all standing on their feet around the desk, laughing crookedly.

“Y’all think…” Trevor managed to say a few words. “Y’all think you’ll actually go scot-free?”

“What’s gonna happen?” The one with rough braids among them said, dropping his chess piece.

“Hope my brother doesn’t get his hands on y’all. Just hope he never finds your smelly Sh|tty faces!!” Trevor yelled despite his ringing head

The braids man picked the chess board and marched to Trevor, his feet pounding the soiled ground with crunchy Goliath effects.

He slammed the chess on Trevor’s face, and the board broke. Trevor’s jaw tore with a straight line.

Blood splashed his face, his neck, his chest. He couldn’t even groan before his chin rested on his chest.

He passed out, bleeding.

“Good,” the braids man nodded. “Stay dead and silent till Remo will tell us what to do with you.”

He dropped the broken board, and his phone rang on the desk.

One of the other men threw the phone at him.

It’s Remo calling.

“Hey, boss man.” The braided man grumbled, squatting.

“Don’t gouge out his eyes yet. Make a video of him and send it to his brother first. Don’t send it with your phones, he’ll track it even if you hide in hell. I repeat, don’t send it with your phones.” Remo said.

“I get it,” the braid man nodded, peering at unconscious Trevor.

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[Dorian’s Mind Garden Villa]

Kaylee is busy working on too many bank files at home, so Angela came here since last night, alone.

This place is Dorian’s place of peace, and the fact that she’s the only one who has ever entered apart from his gave her a weird kind of 0rg@zm.

She has been here since last night, playing girlfriend, and she’s still continuing this morning.

Now a life-sized teddy bear is sitting on the lounge sofa, and Angela emerged from the small kitchen of the villa with a cup of sweet coffee.

She wore nothing.

Nothing at all.

“I’m so sorry, Rian. I couldn’t find the sugar box in time, and I wanted to add enough sugar in your coffee, so I brought it late.” She pouted as she strolled fast to him, catwalking.

She settled beside the teddy and lifted the coffee mug to the teddy lips.

“C’mon, open your mouth. Are you too tired to open up cos of last night?” She chuckled. “I know I made you go many rounds, but guess what? We’re still going more rounds today, can’t you see I’m already naked? You better drink up. I already added Viagra pill so don’t worry, you’ll have enough energy to fûck me after drinking.”

She poured the coffee into the teddy’s mouth, and the liquid flowed down the cotton body of the teddy.

“Good boy! You drank it all!” She laughed, kissing the teddy hard.

Some of the teddy cotton hung between her teeth in the process.

“Now…” She carried the lifeless teddy and stood, grinning. “Shall we go for the rounds? I’ll ride you so hard you won’t wanna stop!”

Her laughter echoed insanely as she carried the teddy with herself, caressing the wool.

She slammed the bedroom door after she entered, and soon, her Mõ@ns leaked out of the room.

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