Reckless - S01 E72

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Reckless - S01 E72

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 72

[Hall of Fame Entrance]

The Chancellor and the whole football team have been waiting for ten minutes now for the arrival of Cove so they can enter with him, but his face isn’t anywhere around.

Even Max isn’t anywhere.

Trinidad looks the happiest.

She’s currently live, turning around with her phone and making sure she’s not capturing any face with her video.

Faces like Tania’s.

Tania has been silent since they got here. She even refused to talk to Scott

Scott himself? He has been silent too, thinking about Kane’s avoidance.

The Chancellor and so many of coaches are at the other end, seated, chatting with the mood of camaraderie and waiting.

Cove arrived at the eleventh minute, and the Chancellor stood sharply.

“And here comes the ace of RIDE Ivy League University! Ace of sciences, ace of computer, ace of automobiles, ace of football!”

Everyone jammed their palms together, clapping respectfully as the Chancellor extended his hand to Cove with a bright smile.

Cove took the hand, and the old man grinned genuinely.

“You made us so proud, Cove Fabio. Not only are we leading academically in America, but in sports too! You’d be surprised at the number of coaches who wanna meet you in that hall.” He said excitedly.

Cove’s poker face was unimpressed,he just stared on.

“Sir,…” Trinidad chirped in. “When you were mentioning his aces points, you forgot me. He’s also ace of Trinidad. He’s my best friend and it’s not easy to manage his hothead.”

Cove smirked.

The Chancellor laughed loudly with the coaches, patting Trinidad’s shoulder. “You both are my aces in this school, no doubt. Classes? Sports? I bless the day you both became a student of this campus.”

Tania instantly felt sidelined where she stood. Why is the Chancellor praising Trinidad and not her?

Is it because of the mistakes she made on the field during the march?

She held back her tears as she watched the Chancellor shower Trinidad with unending praises.

She kept her head low. Maybe it’s also because of her bad record of kicking that boy to coma cos of Zendaya.

Now her efforts have been overlooked. A single tear came out of her eye as the hall opened.

The Chancellor led the footballers inside in a straight line.

And the people they met inside made everyone scream except Cove.

Even Scott who was sulking forgot his sadness and screamed when he saw the faces of popular, brilliant football coaches globally.

Coaches to the popular teams like Barcelona, R-Madrid and so on…

Even footballers too!

“Is this a dream? Someone pinch me! Pinch me!” Scott gasped.

“I told y’all, this year’s Hall of Fame will be grand. Successors, meet your role models!” The Chancellor announced proudly.

And when Cr7 came out of the inner hall, smiling, Trinidad fainted dramatically on the floor.

“What the…” Cr7 laughed, obviously having the time of his life as the footballers gathered around him.

Tania wanted to go closer,but Trinidad was dragged up by the Chancellor himself.

Before Tania could get there, Trinidad was already there.

Tania stepped back.

“Siuuu.” Trinidad demonstrated, and the tall man gave her a light hug.

“I watched the highlights, you were intensely great, but you need to be greater.” He said sweetly.

“I know, I’ve been looking up to you for years and I’m glad I finally meet you!” Trinidad smiled, beaming.

“The midfielder?” He faced Scott. “You were the moment, I enjoyed your dribbles I wanted it to go on.”

“Thank you sir!” Scott said over-excitedly, getting a brotherly hug too from the tall legend.

“And the other midfielder?”

“Max?” Scott said. “He’s not in school.”

“Meet the ace of the team!” The Chancellor introduced Cove.

“You should be surnamed Demon. You were incredible. Not everybody can save goals with a bleeding body. You saved a penalty too, I’m impressed beyond comprehension.” The tall footballer said with obvious admiration in his eyes for Cove.

“Demon? Sounds chap.” Cove’s smirk curved as they shook hands.

The coaches and other footballers mingled, connecting and networking.

In the middle it all, Tania felt left out completely.

Like no one’s seeing her.

She rushed out of the hall and hid in an empty class to cry out her eyes.

—

[School Park]

At 10am, Remo and his gang are just arriving with their wounded faces still fresh. They’re not supposed to come, but there’s a test today in all majors, and they can’t miss it.

They had to get on their flight from Vegas without receiving treatment for their peeled faces cos…

Remo’s father was against it.

As they got down from their cars, they slammed doors, and the passing students began staring.

Who did this design on their faces?

They look like masquerades.

“What are y’all looking at!!!” Max yelled at them, and they looked away.

“All my life, I’ve never h@tëd your dad like this before!” Frank faced Remo. “He was in Vegas?”

“I didn’t know he was in Vegas so don’t try to Fuçkin blame me!” Remo glared. “We’re all in this together!”

“And he had to stop the hospital from giving us scar treatments?” Max shouted. “I wanna kill your dad!”

“Me too!” Frank added. “My dad is the best Neurosurgeon in this country, how disgraceful would it be to see my face looking like a cutting board?”

“All because your dad is mad at us for getting beat up by a junior? Kane isn’t a junior! That bastard avoided school for a year so it’s normal we’re higher!” Max said.

“Stop talking about dad and let my ears rest!” Remo shouted. “He ordered us to come for dinner at my family mansion tonight, maybe he has a punishment he’s gonna plan with us for Kane?”

“Can’t believe Kane really won for the second time, and your killers here in LA? Cove killed them! I knew that guy was abnormal the moment he tore Dorian’s fingers!”

“I said stop talking about it already!!!” Remo yelled. “Our priorities right now should be how to get our facial scars treated!”

And it was at this moment Elmira came rushing down.

“Oh my gawd! Baby!” She screamed when she saw Max’s face, sockets expanding. “Who the hell did this!”

She wanted to touch, but she didn’t expect Max’s slap to touch her instead. His palm met her face in a brutal collision, and she lurched.

She held that face before looking up at him shockingly.

“Max?”

“Your Mama is Anita? Stacy’s housekeeper? You’re not the daughter of a Arab CEO, whore!!! You’re a slut who opens legs for transactions!”

“That’s not true! The Anita woman is lying! Stacy probably sent her. You know Stacy h@tës me!” She shook her head, coming closer.

And the second slap hit her face from him immediately.

This time, she fell.

“Max!!”

Max proceeded to kicking her in the face, and she rolled.

Remo and Frank laughed. Finally something to make their day.

“I heard your mum doesn’t even know your dad! A whore birthed a whore!” Max pointed his hand.

Elmira grunted, spitting blood. She lost a teeth from his kick.

“I have our sèx videos too yunno? Get ready to see yourself online too cos I’m gonna post! You’ll pay for deceiving me! I should have known from the moment you entered Stacy’s closet to steal, you poverty-stricken hoe!” Max yelled.

Elmira couldn’t even talk.

“Max! You’re not in the Hall of Fame?” A basketball geek passed by, looking surprised.

“What’s so special about it?” Max made sour faces.

“Cr7! Are you kidding? It’s all-over Trinidad’s IG!” The geek screamed.

“You’re the one kidding. Ronaldo?” Max’s eyes widened.

“I swear on my life!” The geek replied.

And in the next minute? Max was bolting down the park.

Frank and Remo followed.

Elmira was left all alone on the ground, and she spat blood again.

“Max!!!!” She screamed after him, looking completely hopeless.

Roxy hasn’t woken up yet, so she’s at her lowest right now with Max’s breakup. Who’d she lean on?

Her phone sounded, and with shaky fingers, she pulled it out.

It’s a mail from the school.

• Miss Elmira Wolfe is requested to be in front of the school panel of judges tommorow at 10. Offence: Deception.

“No…” She stood, falling again.

—

[Thorne Penitentiary]

Even before her father was brought out to her, Zendaya was already in tears. Hot, hurting tears.

She came here directly from campus after what happened with Cove.

Shame wouldn’t let her stay, and as her dad was finally brought out in his inmate uniform, her tears poured harder, riding down her chest.

A net separated them in the middle, so she can’t even touch him.

“D-da-d…” She sniffled.

Mr. Brown smiled when he sat on the provided chair at the other side of the net. He’s surprised and glad at the same time. Surprised about her new shape, and also glad about her newly formed beauty.

“Is my daughter finally free from body shaming trolls?”

Zendaya nodded, another tear falling down her panting chest.

“But the boy I did it for doesn’t seem to like it. He stepped on me. He’s even the one who set your suit on fire during the kidnap!”

Mr. Brown’s eyes dipped low.

“You mean to tell me Cove is the same one who nearly burnt me?” He said, glancing at the burns on his arms.

Zendaya nodded.

“He stepped on me, and Stacy was there. She couldn’t even help me up or anything! She walked past like I was nothing, and I nearly died…”

“You know what you’ll do for me?” Mr. Brown shifted closer to the net.

Zendaya hiccuped.

“Just give me two wishes. I have people outside to carry it out.” Mr. Brown said confidently.

“The first one can’t be called a wish per se. I wanna switch to modelling Major now that I have the body.” Zendaya hiccuped again.

“And the real wish?” Mr. Brown nodded.

Zendaya shifted closer to the net, speaking low but clear.

“I want Stacy’s father implicated. Sabotage his wealth and make him fall from grace, then kill him. I wanna watch Stacy live from hand to mouth and wallow in poverty. I wanna see her suffer and later come to beg at my feet.”

“Consider it done.” Mr. Brown smiled.

—

[Las Vegas, Jeremy’s Hospital]

Jeremy’s surgery didn’t take up to three hours yesterday, after which he was allowed to sleep off the anesthesia, and this morning, he woke up looking better.

Though, his voice isn’t very clear—it’d take 24 hours after the surgery to regain the depth, but at least he can talk softly without coughing.

He lay in bed, staring lazily at Angela who’s standing over his bed.

“Stace didn’t send me anything? A text? A wish?” He asked.

“Why would she send that? I didn’t see anything from her.” Angela lied.

It felt like a sharp battle knife slashed Jeremy’s heart immediately, but he kept his hurt contained.

“Is she doing well?”

“Seriously? That’s the first thing you ask after surgery?” Angela gasped.

“He has every right to ask that! She’s gonna be getting engaged to him by next month-end!” Kaylee snapped, coming inside.

Angela stepped aside.

“It’s 30th today—the last day of this month, so we barely have four weeks left before the engagement” Kaylee said, staring at Jeremy.

“After you get discharged, I’ll cancel all your schedules so you’ll have time to prepare for your bride.”

“Cove is still roaming the streets freely, isn’t it?” Jeremy muttered. “You’re his relaxed cos I’m not your son, I only share a face with your son. If it were Dorian’s finger that got cut, you’d kill Cove yourself.”

“And how dare you compare yourself to my son!” Kaylee snarled. “You’re just a temporary replacement pending when he’ll wake up so don’t get greedy and start making wishes!”

“Kay!” Angela pulled her.

“Let me talk some senses into him! Why should I care if his finger got cut? He’s the silly one for allowing it. What the hell!” Kaylee said.

Angela didn’t stop pulling her though, till they were out of the ward.

Kaylee sat at the private lobby with Angela, and she picked out a cigar from her golden box.

Angela put fire on the cigar for her, and Kaylee took a long puff.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” Angela said slowly.

Kaylee faced her.

“We both know your son Dorian will wake up before the end of next month, so he’s definitely the one getting engaged to Stacy. You badly wanna become inlaws with Albert cos you wanna use Albert to climb higher, isn’t it?” Angela said.

“I h@të that you’re quick-witted.” Kaylee sighed, puffing.

“So when is the presidential campaign starting?” Angela asked.

“After I and Albert announce our interest next week, then we can start talking about campaigns. Actually, I have my eyes on the presidency. Why the hell would I be vice?” Kaylee said.

“I knew it,” Angela mumbled. “So in this upcoming whirlpool, what’s gonna happen to Jeremy after you finish using him?” Angela asked.

“Jeremy is part of my campaign elements, so I can’t promise his safety at all.” Kaylee shook off the ash on her cigar, taking another inhale.

Angela’s fingers curled hard on the chair she’s sitting on.

—

[LA – Cemetery House, 6:55]

Stacy made sure she arrived five minutes before 7, majorly because rain clouds were gathering.

She had an intuition that it was gonna rain, and she wasn’t wrong, cos right now it’s raining heavily.

Her dad was still at work, and Anita went for grocery shopping, so she had slipped past the protective guards and sneaked out to come here.

She left her car parked under a plum tree in front of the cemetery house, and as she stepped out, her heels pressed down some of the fallen plum fruits to the wet soil.

She smell of dampness, smell of rain seeping into soil, and water wetting the gravestones bit the air.

Even as the rain poured, she took her time to look around.

This house is in the exact middle of the cemetery. No wonder the owner abandoned it.

It felt like the eyes of the dead are watching her as she proceeded into the house which has ivy cords shrouding it from all angles like a second concrete. It looks like a gothic castle from period movies.

But decent and clean inside.

Even the lights are on, and the heater is working perfectly.

Warmness wrapped around her immediately, and the red light bloom from the skull-shaped chandeliers made her feel grisly.

Grisly but anticipative.

There are candlebras on the wall, and instead of candles, there are bulbs that has shapes of clawed fingers.

The floor is rugged with rust-red, and the walls have the same color of matte polish, looking like the home of a exiled witch.

The staircase entrance has the railing shape of children crying blood, and the couches?

They’re shaped like dead dinosaurs.

Wow

Stacy smiled, touching one of the candlebras with a slight lip bite.

She’s in love with this place already.

Is Cove here yet?

She needs answers from him about the brief X Family story she heard from Tasha earlier cos she has been restless and questioning herself.

The owner of OBSCURE app that’s from the family has died in prison.

He must be Cove’s elder brother.

She wants to hear histories too about how their family became dysfunctional.

She faced the staircase, wanting to go up and look for towel to dry her hair or maybe a blow-dryer, but on top of the staircase, a figure stood, wearing a white-black intimidating ghost-face mask that has the shape of a skull and X in place of eyes.

Through the X spaces, she could see his eyes—the dark eyes in the absence of fire to call out the silver.

He’s shirtless, but he wore dark jean pants, boots heavy.

His tattoos seemed to be calling out to her, the collarbone latin wordings and her favorite one—the fûck you hand on his waist.

She smiled, the lights above him flickering and adding an extra layer of intimidation.

An horror movie set is inferior.

“Didn’t know you were here already.” She smiled wider, wanting to climb the staircase to go meet him.

But he was already climbing down, each step faster than the last.

“Wait….” She gasped, getting it. “We’ve started already?”

She didn’t get answers. Instead, his steps quickened.

Now it’s three steps before he’d descend on her, and that was when she turned around and took off.

She flung her heels away and ran in direction of the fireplace mantle, going behind it and meeting herself in a different room entirely.

She could hear the heavy pounding of her chest, and the fast beating of the opening between her legs as if it had developed a heart of it’s own.

Then…the pounding of his boots on the marble behind her, meaning he’s close to catching her.

She opened another door, sliding into another dimension, her legs carrying her faster that she expected.

The door made a slamming sound as it went shut behind her, and her foot suddenly made a weird pounding sound on the ground as if that spot is different from every spot she had been stepping since the start of this sick game.

She lifted the rug from there and found a ground opening. She quickly got inside, hopping on top of a ladder that took her down the place.

It’s a cellar, but it has bright chandeliers, and a fireplace is burning brightly in there too.

Clean as the rest of the house.

With a wildly slamming heart, she began finding a hiding place, but strong arms grabbed her from behind out of the blues.

She froze, recognizing that coldness.

“Thiago?”

She turned around, seeing it’s really him. The ghost-face mask unnerved her so bad she nearly peed.

“You got here before me?”

“I knew your run was gonna end here. You shoulda asked for directions in a strange land, Dollface.” He replied, each word bringing him closer to her cos as he talked, he walked…

Slowly…

The fireplace seemed to burn brighter with the yellow gleam as the chandeliers in the room got blurred.

She backed up, steps aligning with his own as he closed in till he caught up with her beside a glass wall that’s overlooking the fireplace.

He gave her a grab, and she stopped moving. He didn’t remove the ghost mask to kiss her like she expected.

Instead, he turned her around…

“Hold the wall,” he ordered, the deep bass of his voice so impactful.

It hit her cerebral, but she did as she was told, holding the glass wall.

Fear licked the back of her neck, and her heartbeats reached her ears, thudding her eardrums.

What’s he gonna do.

In the next few secs, her skirt fell off her legs, revealing her bareness.

She wore no underwear.

She heard the slam of belt metal and snapping of hook, and her heart picked an unhealthy race again.

His leather gloves hit the ground.

Is it now?

Her virginity?

She’s gonna get…

Before her thoughts could land, she felt his fingers on herself, rubbing the cl1t and caressing through her readily soaked folds.

She’s undoubtedly wet.

Their little hide and seek did the job, and beads of juices are even rolling down her thighs already.

“Thiago…” Her voice flashed like a flying crossbow, low and shaky.

He spanked her arse, and the little round cheeks bounced.

“Remember tonight, and remember well…” He groaned, sounding so wicked. “That no other man gets to experience your care, especially men like Dorian Wesley!”

Before she could make a sound, he plowed his cóvk into her slick pvxxy, and her eyes turned.

Even her wetness didn’t help her. She was too tight, and he didn’t care. He didn’t give a fûck about pleasure…

His th-ru_sts were wild, savage and cruel from the start.

Her lips paled…

“Oh…my…ahhh!!!!”

He spanked her, then th-ru_sted again, again, again. Hard. Brutal.

“Thiago! Thiago!” Her voice was begging, pleading as her face smudged the glass wall.

The burning fire made the glass hot, and that sent murderous jolts to her pvxxy as he ruined her from behind.

“Thiago I was just being a good friend! Please go slow! Go….go…. ahhh!!! Please!!!!”

Her cries left loud to hoarse, and his th-ru_sts reached her bellybutton, slamming her womb…

From his cap to his hilt, he rammed, pounded, th-ru_sted…

Her pvxxy harnessed.

Her tears stained the glass, her blood stained his cóvk, her palms sweat fogged the glass too.

She cried loudly, tears flooding her cheeks down her chin..

“Please….I won’t do it again! I won’t even look at any other man again! I’ll only look at you! Please go slow I can’t take it anymore! Please….”

“Please!!…”

TBC.