Reckless - S01 E68

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Reckless - S01 E68

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 68

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[Elmira’s Place]

Elmira successfully dragged Anita with herself from Las Vegas after the blinding slap she gave her in the resort. She had to book a sudden flight, and though the deed has been done—it has already been casted that she’s Anita’s daughter, she’s still ready to deny it if the students start accusing her tommorow.

She’s gonna do anything possible to stay off the board meeting cos once the matter reaches the board members of the management, she’ll be eliminated from campus and might even be jailed for deceiving the school management board.

As she paced around her living room, Anita sat, silent but crying.

She cried throughout the flight to this place, and it only got worse when they arrived, but Elmira isn’t even looking at her.

“I dunno why you h@të me this much, so you’re also the one who posted the video of me in Stacy’s closet? I am your daughter!” Elmira suddenly exploded like a bomb.

“Yeah but I never had had a loose, shameless daughter! My Mira was a good girl! I dunno you anymore! Who are you what have you done to my daughter! Mira this ain’t you!” Anita cried harder, standing.

Her tears balled on her chin, hanging there before falling on her chest. “I brought you up with the little I have and I made sure I got you wh@tëver you wanted when though I am poor! I never let you suffer! But why are you repaying me with your waywardness? Mira have pity on me and just turn a new leaf already! You’re the only one I have left now…”

“Exactly why I’ll never do what you want!” Elmira spat angrily. “I’m the only one you have left so you wanna pin your frustrations on me? I’m not the one who told you to sell off your son!” She yelled.

Anita gasped.

“Yeah, I didn’t send you to do that! Now my bastard brother is living in luxury and wealth, and you expect me to sit here and suffer with you? Never! And you’re talking about chastity? Are you chaste?”

“Mira—”

“Shut up I’m not done yet! Are you chaste? You don’t even know our father!” Elmira yelled.

Anita broke into fresh tears.

“A random man probably slept with you in a gutter and you had me and my brother, now you’re calling me loose? I took after you!” Elmira shouted at her face.

Anita fell on the couch, sobbing painfully, the words hitting her hard.

“And yunno what? I’m disowning you as my mother! When I come back, I don’t wanna see you here and I never wanna see you again! You can only come back here anytime you’re ready to collude with me to kill Albert and claim his wealth! If you won’t do that, then you’re not my mother anymore! Go back to that mansion and continue slaving for Stacy!”

Elmira knocked Anita out of the way and walked out of the mansion, steps brisk and impatient.

She was trying Max’s line as she got in her car, but he didn’t pick. He hasn’t been picking her calls.

“Hope he’ll let me explain…hope he won’t breakup with me.” She said fearfully, dropping the phone.

The searches reported that Roxy was found half-dead and baldheaded in the railway, and she has been flown back to her family hospital LA to start receiving treatment, so she drove off to the hospital to go see her.

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[Health Hospital]

Matteo might be more wounded than Trevor, but Matteo regained his strength faster.

He took few shots of painkillers, got his head and leg wounds treated, and now he’s recovering. He’s even drinking warm tea right now.

But Trevor is still unconscious in his own bed… same ward.

Even the street guys are all in the hospital, receiving treatment. They were beaten too bad by the killers.

Trinidad entered the ward, and Matteo blinked surprisingly, dropping his cup of tea.

Trinidad dressed girly. Bum shorts on a black singlet, but she’s wearing a facecap as if she’s shy of the mode.

“Look who decided to call out her girly side today!” Matteo smiled too wide his wounded jaw hurts.

He quickly stopped smiling, closing his mouth.

“I once dressed girly, and Trevor liked it. Was thinking he’d get well sooner if he saw me like this.” Trinidad smiled back, and Matteo nodded.

“You should dress more like this. I dunno what happened to you that made you chose tomboy life, but trust me you’re beautiful.” Matteo said.

“Thank you, Matteo.” Trinidad smiling, sitting beside Trevor. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m better, but where’s that crap boy?” Matteo replied.

“He went to get something done,” Trinidad said.

“Get something done without attending to his stomach?” Matteo clicked his tongue. “You know sometimes I think he’s not human. Do you think he came from a family of vampires?”

Trinidad smiled.

“Seriously how do you cope with him? He has too many intolerable toxic attributes I’m always scared he might grow old alone with no girl beside him. I dunno what he pulled Albert’s daughter with.” Matteo whispered.

Trinidad laughed this time.

“He’s unique in his own way and just different. He’d do anything for that girl. I dunno but…his obsession is toxic and at the same time…cool.”

“I know, right?” Matteo sighed. “I’m glad I took him in that day when he suddenly appeared at my garage. He’s a blessing, but at the same time a curse. He’s the word, and also the opposite.”

“I get you,” Trinidad chuckled, glancing at Trevor.

“To think that I was supposed to reopen my garage tomorrow, and this had to happen.” Matteo muttered.

“You can just shift it to Wednesday. You’ll be fine by then.” Trinidad said.

And a groan came from Trevor’s bed immediately. She quickly stood and went to him, meeting his eyes open.

He looked pale, but when he saw her, his eyes brightened a lot.

“Aw, who’s this fairy?” He mumbled, squeezing his face.

Trinidad smiled. “I knew this would speed up your recovery.”

“You guessed right. I want to see you like this everyday. Thanks for getting girly today T-girl.” Trevor smiled.

Trinidad helped him upon, supporting his back with a pillow.

He requested for a mirror to check his bruised jaw, and he groaned.

“I told the doctors to give you pills to stop it from scarring. Don’t worry, your handsome face is intact.” Trinidad quickly told him.

That definitely calm him down as he dropped the mirror.

“Cornflakes? Oatmeal or custard?” She asked when she heard his stomach rumbling.

“Oat.” He smiled.

She brought him a bowl of oatmeal in short minutes, and he was still eating when Cove entered the ward shirtless

His stomach is stitched already, and it’s wrapped with bandage.

“Wizard!” Trevor got down from the bed immediately, dropping his meal.

“Crap boy, you’ll end up giving me hypertension one day.” Matteo said.

“When did you even get here?” Trinidad asked surprisingly.

“Thirty minutes ago.” Cove replied curtly, sitting on Trevor’s bed.

“You’re done wiping h@të from the internet?” Trinidad asked.

He didn’t reply, which means yes.

“You good?” He asked Trevor.

Trevor nodded.

“Yeah, big bro. I’m fine.”

Cove stood and left the ward immediately.

“Is it me? Or is he extra cold?” Matteo said immediately.

“He’ll come around after he sees Stacy again I guess.” Trinidad sighed.

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[Monday-Las Vegas. Hospital]

Scott woke up early this morning without Kane beside him. He met Reid alone, and it was Reid who helped him balance his frame with the pillow in bed.

He was already getting impatient when Kane finally entered, smiling brightly at him.

“Kane!” He gasped, getting down from the bed to meet him.

“Heyy, I didn’t say you could get down, freckles.” Kane pushed him back to bed gently.

But Scott just pulled him to bed with himself and hugged him tight, face to his neck, comfortably.

“Thank you for picking me up. Reid told me how you found us and saved us. I’d have died in the hands of my friends of not for you.”

Kane broke the hug and gave his hair a gentle stroke, smiling.

“You’re a cute, obedient boy. Of course you get benefits.”

Scott smiled widely.

“I already notified the school about your condition, so they shifted the hall of Fame stuff till tommorow. Today is a private holiday for RIDE students, no one’s gonna go to school.” Kane said.

“Reid told me that too,” Scott replied, rubbing Kane’s arms.

Kane looked up, his eyes meeting with Reid’s.

Reid looked away.

“Reid also said you beat Remo and his cohorts till they crashed, and till now no one knows where they are. I wish I was conscious enough to watch.” Scott said, still smiling.

“Can you conserve your energy and stop listening to Reid’s story?” Kane replied, touching Scott’s stabbed shoulder gently.

“Ah!” Scott winced.

“See?” Kane sighed. “You need rest.”

“I know, but my mouth can’t just stop when I see you.” Scott said.

Kane smiled again, then he faced Reid behind them.

“Please get him breakfast.” He said.

“Toasted bread is enough, and milk.” Scott said.

“You heard that,” Kane said, and Reid immediately left the ward.

“How do you know Reid?” Scott asked, still holding Kane’s arms tight.

“I told you not to talk too much. I’ll explain to you later, but now, you should rest before our flight back to LA at noon.” Kane cautioned, laying Scott back in bed.

Scott obeyed and closed his eyes.

Kane received a text from his mother and stepped aside to check.

Owen: When you return, stay away from Scott for a week. We have to make Silas think he won.

Kane looked at Scott in bed after reading, and he folded his palm.

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[Jeremy’s Hospital]

Waking up to the news of what DIAMONDS are doing to Stacy online had to be the worse news Jeremy has ever heard. He got sedated to sleep yesterday, and he’s only just waking up feeling better.

He’s supposed to be preparing for his surgery, but how would she be in surgery if Stacy is in the mouth of DIAMONDS?

They’ve stopped dragging her on her IG. Her IG comments are back to normal, but they’re still dragging her on their personal pages.

He set his camera immediately.

He didn’t even bother leaving the sickbed before going live.

DIAMONDS filled the live immediately like bees.

• Oh my baby! Get well soon!

• He’s so lean!

• He lost a lotta flesh, obviously.

• Gawd, Stacy has to die!

• Two-timing our idol is an unforgivable sin!

• Two-timing him with a bastard like Cove? She’s Delilah!

He didn’t even have the patience to read the comments. He went straight to business without smiling.

“I only have one sentence to say,” he said, precise and clear. “Stop making h@të posts about Stacy Montana. I’m giving y’all an hour to stop. No, thirty minutes. If y’all don’t stop after thirty minutes, there’ll be no album from me this year at all. I’ll have to go on another hiatus.”

He ended the live after saying that long line, and he sighed out.

Angela entered. He expected Kaylee to enter with her, but there’s no Kaylee anywhere.

“Where’s Mama K?” He asked.

“She’s back, but she went to LA first. Albert wants to meet her, so she should be in Albert’s office by now.” Angela explained.

“Meet her about?” Jeremy frowned.

“The engagement of you and Stacy,” Angela said, with difficulty.

Jeremy’s mouth widened.

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[Los Angeles, Montana Mansion]

Stacy expected the feel of Anita to make her feel better after waking up to the cold morning, but she was disappointed.

Anita ain’t at home.

Who even told the school management to pronounce today as holiday? If she had gone to school, she’d have forgotten her worries after milling with students.

But now she’s stuck at home all day. But she won’t be stuck for long though, cos she’s sure Kehlani and the twins are on their flight back to LA already, and she’d have questions to answer about Anita being Elmira’s mother and why she suddenly left Vegas yesterday without notice.

Her head banged, and she held it in her hands as she stepped out of her room.

Her dad is definitely not at home too, cos she ain’t hearing his breathings anywhere.

He’s probably meeting with Kaylee about the engagement already.

Joke of the year.

Maybe she’s gonna try suicide to make him know she’s not joking.

There’s no way she’s marrying a guy she has no feelings except friendship for.

She’s hoping his surgery goes well though and he’s able to sing again.

She entered the kitchen and got herself a cup of chocolate drink.

As she drank, she felt better. She wouldn’t be feeling this good if the h@të comments about her online hadn’t disappeared yesterday.

She checked with her laptop.

The h@të comments suddenly disappeared as if someone filtered them out, and she’s aware that someone indeed filtered them.

Who else but the nutjob who knocked her out yesterday? He’s gonna have to explain things to her when they meet again.

Hope he’s not in jail yet.

Wait…what if he really got jailed???

She dropped her chocolate drink cup and rushed upstairs, wanting to go online and check the news.

And that was when she remembered she smashed her phone yesterday.

Sh|t.

Even her laptop is dead and she can’t find the charger.

She rushed into the bathroom. She’s gonna clean up and go outside to gather information, or better still….go to the garage to meet Matteo and ask how things are.

But immediately she entered the shower and opened water on herself, she felt the biting sensation, the thorning feel.

Someone is in this house with her!

This isn’t the feel of Anita’s presence or her father’s heartbeat.

This is the feel of…

The bathroom door opened easily, and he slid inside like he owns this house.

Her nutjob.

Tilted head, gloved hands, hair covering his forehead and his right eye.

There’s a cigarette between his lips which he didn’t bother killing before stepping under the shower with her.

She stepped back, her heart picking race as if she’s just realizing what’s happening.

She’s naked. Complete naked, and this guy is in with her… alone…

How did he enter?

When did he enter?

She couldn’t even ask the questions as the formed in her head.

Her shock built up very fast it stole her voice totally. She moved back again.

Now he’s in the center of the shower, staring down at her, eyes hooded, secretive, but hungry and thirsty. He looks demonic.

His leather jacket made way for the water as it rained on him from the top, and his hair turned wet real quick.

One slow step after the other. The cigar tore away from his lips to the bathroom floor, and his hands finally grabbed her small body, yanking her close…

“How did you—”

“You better not ask how I entered, cos I won’t provide an answer,” he interrupted.

She tried to break free, as usual, but he twisted her, turning her back to himself and holding her neck from behind just like that day during the tub game. She gulped.

“How did you escape jail?” She muttered, toes toppling on the ground as his lips pressed her neck deeply, kissing.

“Cos I’m T?” He replied.

“I expected that reply,” she whispered again, relaxing a little bit. “Promise me you’ll restrain yourself whenever violence comes about again. I know you were only defending yourself, but can your ruthlessness be toned down? I don’t want you to really go to jail.” She said.

His two hands hugged her waist from behind, fingers entering her dimple-like bellybutton.

She closed her eyes, relaxing more.

“Before I do promises and words, how about we finish what we started yesterday at the gym?” He replied, deeply, rawly.

It sounded like a growl to her ears. Her eyes opened slowly.

Her body responded.

“What are you gonna do?” She asked, brows curving, and she surely didn’t expect what followed.

Two of Cove’s fingers suddenly rammed into her pvxxy, going all the way him.

“Ahhh! Fûck! Cove!” She screamed, and he captured it all.

Cove took pictures of her when she was Mõ@ning those three words.

She didn’t even know when he pulled out his phone. He took them clearly, making sure he himself appeared in the three.

His fingers are still in her when he went online.

“What are you doing?” She whispered.

“Shh,” he hushed. “You’re not coming out of this bathroom without cvmming in my mouth, but before then….” He said.

Now he’s on his IG. The 120 username IG.

It was public before, but he made it private, messing with the algorithm so everyone will see his first post.

He made the first post immediately. He tagged Kaylee and Albert.

The three pictures of Stacy’s Mõ@ning face in the shower with him behind her.

Caption: MINE.