Reckless - S01 E64

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Reckless - S01 E64

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 64

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[Monroeville Hospital, Bodywork Ward D]

The ward was quiet in a sacred way hospitals have at night—machines humming gently and curtains drawn halfway deliberately.

A faint antiseptic scent lingered in the air, and the overhead light had been dimmed to a warm glow that softened the sharp edges of the room.

Zendaya’s bed sat slightly elevated, white sheets tucked neatly around her with a clear IV line taped to the back of her hand and a monitor beside her blinking in steady, reassuring rhythms.

She lay still, propped up by pillows, her body wrapped in a firm compression garment beneath the hospital gown, shaping her midsection. Her face looks slightly pale but calm, and there’s a quiet strength in the way her fingers occasionally flexed against the sheets.

She looks different. Totally new, like all her fat flew somewhere.

The surgery was successful. It has been successful since Friday night, and she has been here, resting since then, gathering her strength.

Tomorrow is Monday, and she doesn’t even care if she still needs to rest, she’ll be appearing in school.

The whole world needs to see her and feed their eyes with the new her.

Cove needs to tell her she’s in love with her. He needs to tell her he has been waiting for her to be as shaped as this. He needs to tell her he’s in love with her new body.

She smiled at the thought of Cove kissing her, and her doctor entered with her phone.

She had asked for it.

“Just ten minutes online like I said. You need rest.” He said as he handed it to her gently.

“Yup,” she smiled.

The doctor left the ward, and Zendaya popped online impatiently.

She needs to know everything ongoing in the Las Vegas trip.

But the news she saw about the tub caress game made her mind shred.

Cove and Stacy inside the tub? Pictures of their shadows in the curtains flooded the official group, and Zendaya’s heart rate suffered immediately. She sat up.

Oh….no.

She clicked on one of the pictures, zooming in. Seems like they’re kissing in the tub in that picture.

Shadows, but she knows what two figures look like when they kiss.

This is definitely a kiss! And Cove’s hands on Stacy’s body???

She peeled the IV needle at the back of her hand away with the plaster, and she came down from the bed.

As she read the comments under the pictures, she caught the flu.

• He kissed Trinidad, and now being all sèxy with Stacy?

• That’s insane! I regret not going on this trip!

• Is that really Cove?

• Clutching my pearls tight!

•No, for real. I stopped expecting normal from him since he bloodied himself during the football game.

• Oh he’s so d@mn hot! He should wear black singlet always. And I’m in love with his coded baggy jeans! It was made for him!

• Geez! Can someone just magically tear the curtain? I need to see more than their shadows! I need to see them in the tub for real!

The phone fell from Zendaya to the floor, and she fell to the floor too, gasping on and on.

“He kissed Trinidad?” She muttered. “He kissed Trinidad too!!!!!”

She pushed her drip stand away with her leg, and she picked the stand, smashing the ward window with it.

“He kissed her? Why!!!!!! No, it’s a twisted tale! It was Trinidad who kissed him! It was Trinidad! And it was Stacy who kissed him too, he didn’t do it! He loves me!!!”

She smashed the second ward window, panting.

She picked her phone back up, clicking on the video of Stacy and Cove’s expressway dance.

She’s gonna deal with Stacy first before Trinidad.

It’s time to let DIAMONDS and the whole world know that Stacy is the one who caused the fight between Dorian and Cove.

She’s a two-timing bîtch who’s cheaply chasing after the two guys.

She’s a worthless thing who dresses like a slût to seduce guys.

She’s a whore!

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[Las Vegas, Elysium Cascade – Scott and Kane’s Suite]

For the first time ever, Scott woke up before Kane.

When Kane woke up to en empty space beside him, he groaned, shifting his figure around the bed.

But on the stool beside the bed, there’s a cup of bitter coffee—Kane’s preference, and a note.

The duvet slipped away from Kane’s sleek body as he stretched his hand to pick up the note.

~ Thank you for consoling me last night, crazy thing. Thank you for sleeping with me on the same bed, and thank you for wrapping me in your arms. Last time I felt that was as a kid with my late mum. Thank you, once again. I made you coffee, and you MUST drunk it. I’m going to the resort gym, will be back in an hour.

Kane smiled handsomely after heading, and he read again.

“Cute,” he muttered, taking the coffee mug to his lips.

He drank it all at a go and threw on his shirt immediately with the plan to go meet him at the gym.

But he barely went five steps away from the suite when he saw Scott’s phone on the ground.

He picked it up, eyes snapping up. It’s really Scott’s phone.

He rushed over to the gym that has many students working out, but there’s no face like Scott’s in there.

“Scott!” He called, running around, rounding the equipments and sectional areas.

“Scott!”

The students didn’t even give him attention. They went about their gymnastics silently.

Kane stopped in the middle of the gym, Scott’s phone hanging from his left hand, terror in his eyes.

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[Kehlani’s Suite]

Since everyone is gyming this morning, Kehlani and the girls have planned to meet at the gym too.

She dressed up in her green fit and was drinking from her Stanley cup as she jogged towards the gym building.

“Kehlani!” A familiar voice called behind her, and she twisted to catch who it might be.

But surprisingly, there’s no one behind her.

“Why did that sound like the swimmer’s voice?” She muttered, moving back a little.

“Reid?” She muttered.

“Did I hear wrong?” She sighed and eventually left.

From the suite beside hers, Remo and his guys appeared.

They have Reid with them. The poor swimmer was hit and captured immediately he called Kehlani’s name, and he’s inside a big bag now.

Max zipped him inside, and he’s dragging the bag with the tyres.

“Go drop him with Scott at the rendezvous, then come back and let’s watch them go mad together.” Remo ordered, and Max followed the order.

He dragged Reid away in the bag.

“After he drops this stupid swimmer with Scott and locks them up, he’ll come back here and we’ll watch Kane and Cove go feral together? Then?” Frank asked confusedly.

“We watch them go feral together for an hour and enjoy their misery, then I’ll order the LA killers to gouge out his eyes. We’ll go back to the rendezvous and chop off Scott’s fingers too, then Max can do wh@tëver he wants with that swimmer guy, end of story.” Remo shrugged, facing him.

“You devil, when did you even find out that Scott was gonna become Kane’s weakness?” Frank laughed.

“I have brains, Frank, and I have eyes.” Remo grinned.

Elmira broke into their middle suddenly, panting hard.

“Roxy is missing! She went to the sauna to get steamed last night and I thought she came back…yunno I spent the night with Max, but getting back to our Suite this morning, Roxy wasn’t there!” She reported.

“And how is that my issue?” Remo rolled eyes, walking off.

“The only transaction between I and Roxy is that I sell drugs to her occasionally, and if she’s gone, I have many more customers I won’t even notice. Good luck finding her.” Frank smiled and followed Remo.

Elmira stumped her foot frustratingly, dialling Roxy’s line again. It’s off, again.

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[A Skyscraper Rooftop]

Roxy couldn’t believe her eyes.

How did she get here? She can’t write a word of it if she was given a pen and paper to narrate.

She was at the sauna last night getting steamed and smoking cig. She was already so high on drugs, and her body was going limp.

She had wanted to get out of the poolroom so the drug effects won’t make her drown, but she suddenly fell back into the pool, and that’s it.

That’s all she could remember.

Now she’s on top of a skyscraper, overseeing the whole of Las Vegas like heaven. Her head banged.

She’s not even tied to a chair like they do in the movies. She’s laying on her back on the ground, and she’s chained to the ground.

Wrists, and ankles.

The chains are so heavy she can’t even lift a finger.

And what’s worse? She feels naked.

Yeah she’s mostly half naked with her outfits, but that’s because she wanted to be, but now this nakedness isn’t by choice. She’s still in her bikini, and the pants is almost down from her waist so her arse is popping.

Another thing is that she could hear the low buzzing of something like a clipper. A clipper?

No!

Did she get caught by a pervert who somehow wants to barb off her pubic hair? There’s no hair on her pvxxy so what the fûck is going on!

“Where am I?” She demanded, making sure her voice is strict.

The buzzing clipper continued.

No other movements.

“Where am I and who took me here!?!!!” She yelled, veins stretching on her neck. “Do you know who my grandfather is? Do you have any idea? How dare you enter the big Elysium Cascade to kidnap! How dare you lay your hands on—”

Two unfamiliar faces hovered above her, making her words cut.

They’re obviously foreigners, but she has travelled enough countries to know people who look like this.

They’re Aussies.

“Australians? What the hell is my deal with y’all!!!!” She yelled, smashing her head on the ground.

“I’m Ten,” Ten said.

“And I’m Eleven,” Eleven sighed.

“d@mn you and your Fuçkin numbers! d@mn you let me go!!” She yelled, smashing her head again on the concrete.

Eleven held her neck down, and Ten got to work on her head.

He started barbing her hair from the scratch, making it shine like Cove had specifically ordered.

Roxy could only pull her ankles and wrists against the chains, hurting herself with the moves.

She screamed, cried, but she never begged.

Till every last strand and tendril of her hair fell off her head.

She looks like a monk with the shaved head, and tears rushed out of her pained eyes as she stayed flat on the ground in surrender.

Then…the rogues switched roles.

Eleven took the paint and brush, and Ten held Roxy’s neck down.

The painting started.

Roxy’s tears resumed, and her nostrils cried too. Snot fell out of ’em.

They painted it bright red according to the order of their master.

And this is the part where Roxy thought it was over, but far from it.

The rogues pulled leather canes out of a black bag, and her eyes widened.

“No…no no no no!!!!!!!!”

She entered ultra screaming mode as the canes curled around her body, twisting with her skin and pulling at her flesh. There are nails on the body of the canes, so it was inhumane.

The rogues were trained to be inhumane too. She received the most inhumane treatment of her life.

Her voice seized at a point, and her blood wet the canes.

“Pl…ease……..” She begged with her last ounce of strength.

But they weren’t hearing her.

Their double lashes landed on her body, and her blood dripped.

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[Elysium Cascade, 10AM]

After gym, it was freshening up time, and after bath time, it was breakfast.

Now breakfast is over, and the fun has resumed.

Students could be seen touring the zoo. It’s the major fun spot this morning.

By 12, there’ll be a modelling show, by 2, there’ll be a musical concert with Dorian as the major artist.

By 4, there’ll be cinema.

By 6, it’ll be clubbing time.

And 8 is the pool party that’ll be the last part of the trip.

Today is packed just like that.

Stacy and her friends aren’t planning to stay here till 4 though.

Kehlani’s father will soon be here to pick them up, give the twins a tour of the city and take them to the Beckett family home.

They’re currently at the zoo, feeding the monkeys with bananas.

“I swear I heard Reid call my name this morning when I came out of my suite, but I looked back and he wasn’t there. Was I imagining?” Kehlani said

“You’re starting to imagine him? So this is love!!” Tasha teased.

“Bîtch, you’d better be kidding!” Kehlani laughed.

“She might be right!” Stacy added fuel to the fire.

“Not you too!” Kehlani pointed with a louder laughter.

“Should we start calling you Reid’s girl? ReLani!” Tania winked.

“I’ll seriously kill you all!” Kehlani chuckled.

“Zendaya went for a fat-removal Sh|t, anyone heard that?” Stacy said.

“You’re well-versed in ruining people’s days!” Tania hissed.

“Let’s hope she gets up from the surgery table alive!” Tasha shrugged.

Suddenly, the students around them suddenly bolted out of that area, running as if a pandemic broke out.

Actually, someone released a white tiger from it’s cage.

And that someone is Remo.

He thought it’d be fun, and together with Max and Frank, he did it.

Now it’s total chaos in the zoo as the students ran for their lives.

Stacy and her girls parted ways, all going in different directions as they ran down the area.

Trained zoo securities filled the area immediately, trying to get the tiger down with their tranquilizer guns.

Stacy lost track of her friends, and she’s not even bothering to look for them. She’s sure they’re on their own race too, so she geared up.

She could hear the roar of the tiger behind, the thudding of the shoes of students running around her, and the weird language of the securities.

Her run came to a halt when her body slammed on a wall.

Correction—a human.

Her body recognized the warmness immediately. Her nose recognized the scent, and her chest calmed as her face tilted up, having a look.

Cove is right there, those cage-like eyes gazing down at her. Habitually, his arms are already around her waist. He’s addicted to that, too.

And since she’s wearing nothing under her black cropped top, his chilled palms made the needed contact with her strip of skin.

She paused her breaths.

Since she saw him with Trinidad at the jewelry store last night, she has been full of thoughts about it, wondering why they’re so close and why he seems so comfortable around Trinidad alone.

Agreed, maybe he’s comfortable around her too cos if he’s not, he wouldn’t do that to her in the tub last night. He wouldn’t do a ghost face chase with her in the woods too.

But those were just limited times.

At the tub, it was ten minutes, and in the woods, he suddenly told her to return to her suite so it was short-lived too.

Maybe she wants more time.

The fact that he actually kissed Trinidad is still so fresh, and those lips on his face isn’t something she’d like to share with someone else.

She didn’t see him or Trinidad at the dinning this morning when they had toasted bread for breakfast, and that gave her uneasiness.

But now he’s right in front of her like a genie from a lamp, looking as good as ever in his baggy jean jacket which she’d love to bury herself inside.

When Cove’s eyes looked ahead, the securities have already tranquilized the tiger, so the chaos is over.

He took her by the wrist, and she followed, matching her steps with his own till they arrived at the gym.

It was crowded in the morning, but now it’s empty.

No single life inside.

He gave her a push, and her butt landed on the stretcher leather.

He came over her, duckin down and coming straight for the pinkness of her mouth, but she placed a finger on his lips quickly.

His eyes rolled mysteriously in their sockets, his shoulders straining against the white under his jacket.

“Why were you at the jewelry store…..with Trinidad?” She asked.

Instead of answering, his hand went up between them. He roughly peeled her finger away from his lips, thudding it down on the leather.

She winced. It hurts a bit.

He covered her hand with his own palm and did the same to the other hand. She’s trapped, can’t move.

He was breathing heavily, loudly as he came for her lips, again.

“Tell me,” she whispered softly, eyes blinking. “I wish to know….”

“While she was checking out the jewelries, I was busy checking out your pictures on IG, on my phone….” He replied, breaths turning heavier, burning through her sensitive skin.

The devil doesn’t ask, he takes.

He crashed his lips on hers, capturing the smallness in his fullness, cupping her waist in his arms, using it to raise her up. Her legs went around him.

Her skirt rode up till her P@?tië? rubbed his singlet, and his hands held her soft laps tight.

Her arms curled around his neck, caressing his hair, rubbing his face.

Her core breathed on his stomach muscles. She Mõ@ned carelessly.

He was walking around the gym as they kissed, her Mõ@ns hitting every equipment, his tongue swiping every component of her mouth.

Their heads moved sideways, lips softening and claiming, dominating.

She couldn’t match up, as usual. So he took everything from her.

Her breaths. Her sanity. Her senses.

He slid an hand under her cropped top, cupping a tit, tonguing her mouth, stealing her brains.

They kissed madly in every Fuçkin angle of the large gym, and now he’s back to the starting point where he placed her back on the leather.

Their lips separated, and he still looks as hot as a toxic serpent when he separated her legs and slid her P@?tië? out of her legs, then he hung her legs on his shoulder, and she quickly leaned back on the leather.

Fresh air brushed her cleanly untouched pvxxy.

“You thought about me last night when you were in bed, didn’t you?” He whispered, thumbing her clît.

She bit her lip, wanting to ride on that thumb, but he drew back.

“Answer when I talk to you, Dollface. You did?” He demanded, slapping her pvxxy, she Mõ@ned.

“Yeah,” she licked her lips. “I thought about you in that store with Trinidad, and I couldn’t—”

He rubbed his thumb on her pvxxy again, entering her opening a little bit

“Fûck!” She bit her upper lip. “I couldn’t… sleep.” She Mõ@ned low.

A devilish menacing smile touched Cove’s lips, his eyes darkening with lust, dirtiest desires, and something else that’s darker than sin.

“Exactly as it should be,” he muttered, ominousness sharpening the edges of his words. “No other man is allowed in your thoughts, or I’ll kill him and bury you alive with him.” He whispered, his words hitting her core directly. She mewled.

“I…I understand…” She nodded.

“Good,” he lowered his head. “I’m going to eat my pvxxy, and you’re about to squirt and scream for me. You’re going to cûm in my mouth till you faint on that leather” He declared, voice mad, sickly.

Stacy threw her head back, but the moment he lowered his head between her legs….

His name sounded outside before he could even lick her clît at all.

“Ice prince!”

The voice is definitely Trinidad’s.

Cove’s head went up, and disappointment coated Stacy’s eyes as he dragged her P@?tië? back up.

He covered her up before standing, but she quickly grabbed his arm.

“Ice prince!” Trinidad doubled her hollering.

He removed her hand from his skin…

“Stay here,” he told her before leaving the gym.

He met Trinidad outside. The tomboy is panting, breathless.

“Matteo said he has been calling you but you haven’t been picking.”

“Left my phone at the Suite to charge.” His expression was acidic as the words rolled off.

“Trevor is missing. They found his car and phone at the expressway!” Trinidad reported, still breathless.

Cove frowned, so darn hard his face nearly crumbled.

He pushed past Trinidad. Trinidad followed her to the suite to pick up his phone, and he really found a picture of Trevor bleeding, sent by the abductors, obviously.

They sent it with a service provider phone, so he won’t be able to trace them to their source.

He pocketed his phone and started storming out of the room.

“Call the airfield, I’m using your helicopter. No,… I’ll pay you for the helicopter and take it as mine completely. I need to be in LA in two hours.” He said.

Trinidad pulled out her phone and scrolled through her contacts for her pilot line.

They might have flown here with the other students in the charter jumbo jet, but her pilot brought her helicopter cos she won’t be flying back with the other students.

She planned to fly back alone.

She was already dialling the pilot as they stepped out of suite, but an unexpected hit slammed Cove’s fave from nowhere out of the blues.

Cove’s neck cracked to the side.

His eyes streaked.

His jaw bruised.

Dorian stood there, planted in front of him like a stubborn weed, a knowing smirk is on his face.

His eyes? The blue is dark now, just like it does whenever he’s in his second personality mode.

He chuckled, raising his bandaged finger up, sighing.

“Knowing your arrogant personality, you should have been expecting this. The fact that I can recognize your bastardized face in my normal state and in this mode is a testament to my hatred for you. You deserve to die for doing that to me on the express!!” He growled, coming for Cove again.

His second punch met Cove’s tummy, and the stitch opened, once again.

Blood spread on his stomach.

“Ice prince!” Trinidad’s eyes widened.

She rushed forward to get in-between, but Dorian only elbowed her in the chest, and she flew back, landing on the ground unconsciously.

By now, many fast students have gathered around, cameras are everywhere, flashes of cameras competed with the light of the day.

Cove looked at his bleeding chest, then at unconscious Trinidad. His eyes went up to Dorian.

Dorian didn’t let their eyes met before he punched him again in the face, again in the chin.

Cove staggered, using his head to calculate. He really really doesn’t wanna interrupt his own head.

The fact that the abductors were smart enough to not send Trevor’s bleeding video with a normal phone says a lot. It means they were sent by someone who knows him well and has a heavy grudge against him.

Who else if not Remo?

He finished the short calculation and got out of his head, but that was when Dorian’s punch landed on his right ear, crushing his sound processors completely.

The crushing of that right one affected the left one. His two ears lost service immediately.

The world went silent.

He heard nothing but an endless line of nothingness.

Air rushed into his ears, and the air touched his brain, howling.

His eyes are dangerously wide, and his muscles are cracking.

Another wave of air ran into his ears, howling inside his head.

His mind drowned. His head shattered, literally. He became a boundless animal.

He stepped into Dorian’s space, and Dorian’s arms dropped when his face received a tsunami.

Cove rushed him, punching his throat repeatedly—not the face.

That face is overrated.

He drove his fist into Dorian’s throat again and again—knuckles slamming, bones striking, every blow fueled by a merciless rage that refused to slow.

Even as blood seeped from his own stomach, Cove didn’t stop. Pain meant nothing. He tightened his grip and kept crushing Dorian’s neck, over and over, as if the world had narrowed to that single, brutal act.

Dorian’s head snapped back. Dark blood spilled from his nose, his mouth, even his ears.

His scream tore through the air—raw, jagged, like something dragged straight from the depths of hell.

Before Dorian could collapse, Cove seized his stitched finger.

With a cold, unfeeling yank, he tore the thread of the switch apart and pulled it with grudging brutality.

Dorian’s finger came off completely.

It dropped into Cove’s palm.