Reckless - S01 E66

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Reckless - S01 E66

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 66

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[Los Angeles, The Streets B]

Matteo and the street guys got down from his jalopy car and three other cars behind him.

They chartered the cars.

The street guys are like twenty five, and they’re holding dangerous metal fighting tools as they poured out from the car.

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From the car, straight to the old industrial building.

In this street, if anyone is gonna hold anyone hostage, then it’s in this place, so when Matteo received the text from Cove, his mind came here immediately.

He didn’t waste time before gathering the boys.

The smell of engine oil and gasoline lingered thickly in the air as Matteo led them up the building staircase.

They were stealthy, no noise except the aligned sounds of their feet as they ran, till they flipped the main door of the top building open.

There they are.

Trevor is still on the chair, and braids man is holding a red-hot knife in front of his eyes, ready to gouge.

Trevor is shaking, crying, screaming, but the killers are just laughing.

They’re not three anymore.

They’re like fifteen now.

The ones on their seats stood immediately Matteo led in the guys, and the standing ones converged.

“We’ve been found out,” braids man grunted, displeased.

Matteo’s bones hardened when he saw Trevor’s position and the massive blood on him.

“Matteo!!” Trevor shouted.

“Kill them all! Everybody!!!” Matteo ordered angrily.

The street guys charged with their weapons, and the killers retaliated.

Bodies began flying.

The fight was bloodier than red.

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[Las Vegas]

Elmira is currently in a car, tapping her foot repeatedly on the ground….a sign of fear and anxiety.

Also, her nails are in her mouth, and she’s subtly chewing.

She left the resort since Roxy went missing, and she contacted Roxy’s grandfather about it.

They sent help.

Now she’s following the searchers everywhere to look for her best friend.

As they searched, she can’t shake the feeling that this is Trinidad’s handiwork out of her mind.

Trinidad definitely did something bad to Roxy just to shut Roxy up and cover her dark secret, and it better not be true, cos she’s gonna kill Trinidad if anything happens to Roxy.

If Roxy dies, who’s gonna be her sponsor? How’s she gonna continue schooling without giving Max any suspicion that she’s poor.

She bit into her nails again, and the searchers with her alerted her that a body was found not far from the LV main railway.

She jerked, and her nails fell off her mouth.

A body?

If it’s Roxy’s, does that mean she’s dead?

They said body.

She was already shivering as they drove closer to the railway, but her phone kept buzzing.

It has been buzzing for a while now, and she decided to check it take her mind off Roxy.

But what she saw made her heart jump of her chest.

It’s not even Cove and Dorian’s Sh|t.

This is about her mother Anita in the resort with the board revealing her as her daughter!

“Stop the car! Stop!!!” She yelled at the driver.

The driver hasn’t stopped the car fully when she jumped out of the car.

Her body rolled out to the road.

A coming car nearly cleared her, but she was lucky to get out of the way before she’d get hit.

She jumped into a taxi. She h@tës taxis cos they’re below her level, but this ain’t picky time.

Throughout the ride back to the resort, she was trembling, and before they arrived, she already developed sudden fever and cold.

Anita is still by the resort park, holding up that board, and the remaining students at the resort abandoned the fun they were having.

They surrounded her, making videos and taking pictures of her for mementos.

Anita didn’t move, she stayed there, glued like gum. It’s like the resort air isn’t even touching her cos she’s not blinking at all.

Elmira dashed out of the taxi, running to the middle and pushing the gossiper students out of her way till she arrived at the center.

“What the fûck do you think you’re doing!” She muttered through her teeth.

Anita didn’t move, still.

“I’m talking to you!” Elmira pulled her arm, but Anita stayed rocked.

It’s as though Elmira is speaking a foreign language.

Then ..the students chatters.

• Is anyone else seeing the resemblance?

• The hair colour and the almond eyes! Please this is true!

• Oh my gawd she has been deceiving the school about being a CEOs daughter from Saudi Arabia?

• I mean…she has fake arse, so it shouldn’t be shocking that even her life as a whole is a lie!

• Is it just me? Or this semester’s trip is the sweetest with these happenings? I’m in love!

• No,this semester as a whole is ice cream! I will never forget! I don’t want this semester to end!

“Come with me!” Elmira pulled Anita by her blouse.

But the woman broke free.

“What? Are you gonna deny me as your mother?” She finally talked.

“I dunno you old woman!!! I dunno you why are you trying to ruin my reputation!!” Elmira yelled, throwing a hit at Anita’s face.

She slapped her!

Anita’s board fell.

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[Los Angeles, The Streets B]

Cove landed ten minutes ago.

He released unconscious Stacy for Trinidad to go drop her at home.

He sent Eleven and Ten to go with her for the drop.

He also picked new voice processors for himself.

Then he came here on his bike, speeding like his life is nothing more than a cigar smoke.

He did the straps of his leather gloves and cracked his fingers as he climbed the staircase, three at a time.

His movements was mechanically insane till he jumped to the top of the staircase.

He could already hear throwing, flipping, flinging, groans and cries.

And when he entered the main door, he met Matteo already tied to another chair too.

The killers beat the street guys so bad their bodies are useless on the ground, sprawled like wet elastic clothes.

Matteo is bleeding more than Trevor, and Trevor is already unconscious.

The hot knife is already on Trevor’s thigh.

Now they’re not even targeting his eye, they’re gonna slice out his scrotum. Smokes rose to the air as the knife touched Trevor’s pants, but that was the last act they could do cos Cove burtsed into the room…

Fast like wind.

A long clothe is tied on his stomach to douse the bleeding from the loose stitch, but the pain he was feeling from the tightness disappeared the moment he entered that room.

They came for him, and he played games with their lives.

He played games, and he won.

He didn’t do passing out or fainting-level beatings.

He killed them, flat and final.

His hands gripped their chess table, and that was his instrument.

He slammed it to the wall, and as it broke, he grabbed the two legs of the table, slamming heads and stabbing necks, tearing eyes and nailing legs with the attached nails on the wood body. He killed like a murderer.

Like he has been trained to shed blood.

The first chair leg entered the stomach of one, and the second leg stabbed the midsection of another one, bringing him to the ground.

Blood sprayed the wall.

When Cove removed the table legs from their bodies, he slammed the two into the back of the braids man, using them to break his backbone.

A breaking sound echoed in the building, rolling off the walls and causing the remaining two killers to step back in fear.

The blood of the ones on the ground stained Cove’s boots and pants.

Cove’s blood from his bleeding stomach stained his shirt already.

The remaining two saw that, taking it as their chance to attack.

Before they could even touch him, Trinidad entered with Ten and Eleven.

Trinidad handled one.

Ten and Eleven finished the other one, their heads to the nails on the ground, mouths to the engine oil spillages. Their bodies dropped.

Cove staggered with a groan, holding his bleeding stomach tightly.

“T!” Ten and Eleven rushed to him.

“Trevor!” Trinidad called, kneeling in front of him, shaking him by holding his face. “Trevor!”

“Hos….” Matteo muttered, looking lifeless. “Hos…pital…”

And just like that, cops rushed into the building, dozens of them.

It’s as if the whole department of LA police came here.

Guns intact, arrest warrant in hand, weapons stretched.

They surrounded the building, surrounded the room, and surrounded Cove himself.

“Covey Fabio, you’re under arrest for the attempted murder of Dorian Wesley.” They said their usual boring line too eloquently.

Cove groaned, spitting blood.

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[Dorian’s Memories, Years Ago]

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

But he was only able to drive off. His mind didn’t leave the woman who poured the onion water on him at all.

The more he smelled onion on himself, the more he realized he shouldn’t have left that easily.

Rage ignited, and he turned the bike around, returning to the storey building within three minutes.

He didn’t even bother giving his bike a full stand before he climbed the staircase to unit 4.

He rang the doorbell, and the woman opened the door, her face popped out to him.

She blinked. “The pizza boy?”

“You should apologize properly.” Dorian muttered, hands pocketed casually.

“Apologize…. properly?” The woman scoffed, frowning.

“I mean…you poured onion water on me for no d@mn reason. Agreed that I brought your pizza late, but I was ready to make up for it. The onion water was so unneeded.” He tilted his head, the hands in his pockets getting too hot.

He wants to attack.

“You must be drunk.” The woman nodded, wanting to close door.

Dorian pushed the door, opening it forcefully.

The woman fell, and that was when he realized the woman husband is inside with her.

He’s the one eating the pizza, but he stood immediately Dorian entered.

With the pizza hand unwashed, he came for Dorian.

His first three punches met Dorian’s jaws, and Dorian just stayed there, watching the punches coming, taking them, studying the moves.

His eyes followed every of the man’s moves till the fourth punch.

He grabbed the man’s punch and returned it to the man’s face.

By now, he has learned his quirks and little, easy tricks.

It’s that easy for him to steal skills and techniques and use them against the owner.

Five minutes later, the man is on the floor, groaning and bleeding while the wife his behind the door fearfully.

“If anyone asks who did this, boldly tell them my name… Jeremy…” Dorian muttered to the room, knowing the wife is definitely hearing him.

He left the house, fist bloody as he got back on his delivery bike.

On the keychain that’s inside the bike keyhole, there’s a small picture attached to it.

Picture of his favorite celebrity who looks exactly like him.

He smiled as he looked at the picture for a beat before finally driving off.

[Present Time, Hospital]

Dorian spranged up in bed, and pain from his finger gnawed at him immediately, but he’s not in his right senses at the moment.

The pain is nonexistent to him.

He made sure to study Cove’s moves when Cove was hitting him, so he has to write the moves down somewhere.

He got down from the bed, his cut finger heavy with bloody bandages.

He rushed to the white wall and brought a finger to his mouth.

He gave it a bite, and when blood bloomed, he started writing the moves on the wall with it.

Angela who’s in the room with him got so scared she began gasping, eyes nearly falling off her face.

Kaylee had received a call from San Francisco, and she went to San Francisco briefly to oversee something, so she sent her here after they heard what happened to Dorian.

And she’s sure that by now, that bastard Cove is getting arrested, but what’s wrong with Dorian?

“Rian?” She called.

Dorian didn’t stop.

He kept writing on the wall with his own blood, docvmenting Cove’s moves and skills.

“Riri!!” Angels pulled him.

He pushed her away and continued his blood scribbling.

“Jeremy!!!!” Angela screamed.

And he automatically stopped. Slowly, he turned around….

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[San Francisco, Secret Healthcare]

Kaylee was escorted inside by strictly private guards, different from the guards she normally rolled with.

These ones are meant for this place, and only this place.

Her chest was floating as she walked the brightly lit hall of the building, the faint smell of drugs and the beep of machines ticking her ear already, together with the clicks of her heels on the sleek ground.

She received a call that his lashes moved, and she had to fly down here to see for herself.

The doctor met her by the door of the VVIP ward, and she gulped.

“Were you lying to me?”

“Never. His lashes really moved, and that’s a sign that he’s waking up soon. He’s finally responding very well to treatments, and his skin improved too.” The doctor explained.

He pushed the door open, and Kaylee rushed inside the ward where a guy lay lifelessly in bed, wired by different life machines, pipes and different slow beeping devices.

His dark poisonous snake tattoos peeked out from under his blue hospital shirt.

Even his face is tattoed, and in his unconscious lifeless state, he still looks like Lucifer.

Kaylee stopped, a tear dropped from her eyes as she covered her mouth with her palms.

“Finally you’re responding to treatment? Dorian for real? You have to wake up fast! You should wake up fast! Your replacement Jeremy is too dull for me dear! You have to wake up soon! Dorian…..”