Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 73
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The rumbling in Cove’s head didn’t subside. Instead, it worsened.
Imagining how Dorian would smile widely after receiving that get well soon note made him angrier.
“I can’t hear you!” He grunted.
“I’ll only look at you! You and you alone!” She begged, her palms slipping slickly through the transparent glass. “Please… please…”
Her voice was already falling off the cords of her throat. She’s losing it.
With aching pvxxy, shaking body and sweaty face, she sniffled, his th-ru_sts went slow, and her blood mixed with her juices on his cóvk.
His chest rose and fell back heavily, the packs of muscles so tight. He’s holding her hips, his fat long dîck still stuck inside her but not moving.
Sweat covered him too, and with the reflection of fire in front of him, his eyes sparked that faint silver.
The mask fell.
Her low cries permeated the room, the waterworks from her eyes flooding down the glass she’s resting on. Her sniffles were pained.
Cove is now back to his senses, looking down at where they’re conjoined—the smear of blood.
Her tears on glass.
He slowly pulled out, a little leak of white cûm dripping off him and off her breathing pvxxy.
Immediately pulled out, Stacy pulled up her skirt and couldn’t even look at him before going for the ladder.
He rushed after her immediately, but a sudden blow struck his head.
He wasn’t in a car, and he wasn’t driving—nothing had triggered it—yet the attack came in relentless, violent waves.
Pain pounded through his skull. He clutched his head, watching as Stacy climbed the ladder to the top.
“Stacy!” he called, her name falling from his lips. But when he tried to follow, the sharp, ringing pain struck again, forcing his other hand up to hold his head as well.
“Urgh!” he groaned, staggering toward the glass wall.
He slammed his forehead against it, again and again, until it finally shattered.
Thin streams of blood ran down his forehead. The impact had wounded him badly, but at least, the roaring in his head began to fade.
He climbed the ladder, each step unsteady, until he finally pulled himself out of that space.
Stacy was no longer in the house.
“Stacy!” He rang, rushing out of the rust-red building.
Outside, Stacy is already in her car, driving away loudly and roughly.
The rain is still pouring, but he jumped inside.
The muddy soil drowned his boots, but he still raised them easily as he ran after the car, momentarily forgetting he had a bike.
“Stacy!!” He yelled, running after the speeding car.
The rain beat into his voice.
He only remembered his bike after running for a minute.
He came back to the bike, got on it despite his shirtlessness and chased after her in the rain.
His body was glistening with rainwater when he arrived at the main gate of the estate.
He would have just drove into the guards and kill them on spot to enter or hack their devices again, but what would that do tonight?
He’s only gonna cause more trouble, and the plan was to lay as low as ever till he’d be able the go home.
He can’t jinx it now.
He reversed, tires screaming as he drove out of the estate road.
From there, straight to the hotel. He barged into his hotel room, and first thing he did was grab his phone.
He punched a text to her …
Cove: I’m so Fuçkin sorry.
No reply. She didn’t even view it.
He sent another.
Cove: Dollface… I’m a bastard for doing that, and I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my jealousy in check. I just wanted your care and attention for me alone, and I was annoyed you sent that to Dorian.
No reply. But she viewed this one.
He punched the wall once, staring at the phone and awaiting her reply.
No reply.
He punched the wall twice.
Still no reply.
He continued punching that wall till his knuckles bursted in different places, and his blood stained the wall, running down in slow trails.
Till the fifteenth punch, she didn’t reply his text.
He threw off the phone and closed his palms to his face.
He cringed in pains immediately—the wound on his forehead.
He removed his palms from his face and saw blood—from his bursted knuckles and the forehead.
He entered the bathroom and just opened cold shower on himself for few minutes to wash off the blood.
When he came out and changed into one of his loose pants and hoodie, he sat on his bed edge, picking his phone from where he threw it.
Still…no reply from her.
He clicked on the OBSCURE app and tapped her account, wanting to watch what she’s doing, but all he’s seeing is her car, not her room.
She must have left her phone in her car so he’s starved.
No face of Stacy on his screen.
And for the first time in his entire life, he smashed his phone.
The parts of the phone flew chaotically around the room.
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[Second Suite]
Matteo is in here with Trevor, both eating popcorn and watching Merlin—again.
They both stubbornly discharged themselves from the hospital earlier this evening.
Merlin is Trevor’s favorite show, and no matter how many times he watched, he never gets tired.
This is his second watch this year. He’s an obsessed motherFuçker who has successfully initiated Matteo into his obsessive circle.
They both wore their bling glasses as they watched attentively.
The rain isn’t pounding on the roof. The hotel was built in such a way that the rain doesn’t touch the roof directly. An extra sill was installed for rainwater flood, so the only indicator of rainfall now is the cold air.
Trevor pulled the duvet closer to himself, throwing another ball of popcorn into his mouth.
“Hey here!” Trinidad’s voice filtered inside as she entered with her black customized umbrella.
“T-girl!” Trevor pushed his duvet away and stood, beaming with joy.
“Tomboy?” Matteo stood slowly. “Why would you come here in the rain?”
Trinidad’s countenance was stern. She didn’t bother to drop her umbrella. She just folded it and came for the two of them.
Before they knew it, she was already hitting them with the umbrella—including Matteo.
They both ran around, and she chased, flinging the umbrella like a war sword.
“You were advised by the doctors to spend at least three days in the hospital to recuperate better, but you discharged yourselves today? Are you both so eagar to die?!!” She yelled, swinging her umbrella again.
Trevor quickly hid behind Matteo, and the umbrella hit Matteo’s shoulder.
The man groaned.
“We were tired of the hospital food with low calories and grease!” Trevor protested behind Matteo.
Trinidad’s umbrella went for him, and Trevor quickly caught the umbrella before it’d hit him.
Trinidad pulled him closer with that and raised her knuckles to his head for a knock, but he held her hand too.
“I’ll be 16 next week! Stop treating me like a kid!” He said seriously, rubbing her knuckle with his thumb.
Trinidad removed her hand from his and nodded. “I dunno what to do with you, seriously.”
Trevor smiled.
“As old as I am, I’m still getting hits from you?” Matteo groaned, rubbing his shoulder.
“You should be the one to pin Trev down in the hospital, but you even escaped with him you rebellious old man!” Trinidad pointed her umbrella at him, and Matteo shifted.
“We’re fine, trust me.” He smiled.
“And why am I not seeing ice prince anywhere?” She asked.
“You expect Wizard to sit and watch Merlin with us? He’d rather eat meat than watch films.” Trevor said.
“Does he h@të meat that much?” Trinidad grinned.
“Very Fuçkin much.” Trevor said.
“He left since 6 and hasn’t returned.” Matteo cleared.
“Hasn’t returned?” Trinidad blinked. “But I saw water droplets by the elevator door.”
“Water?” Matteo and Trevor said.
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[Cove’s Suite]
Since the phone is gone, Cove switched to laptop.
He didn’t bother attending to the fresh wound on his forehead or the one on his knuckles.
Blood was already blooming on the knuckles again as he pressed few buttons with misty eyes.
He checked his mails, and as expected, he has one.
From Ten.
Rogue-Ten: Information reaching us right now that Her Excellency is gonna rip your name out of the family tree and register very soon to finalize her work. By then, she’ll be the only top member of the Family Faction. You know what this means, T. You have to return home soon.
He shut down his laptop, and that was when Trinidad choose to enter.
He stood, strolled to her and snatched her phone from her pocket before she could even say a word.
He walked to the balcony.
“I will never get used to the suddenness of your acts! What the hell!” Trinidad rolled eyes, following.
She stood beside him on the balcony as Cove dialled Ten’s line.
Immediately the call connected, he spoke… “One month.”
Ten recognized his voice immediately.
“T? One month?”
“In one month, I’ll be returning home. But for now, let Her Bîtchy Excellency enjoy it all. And wiping my name from the family tree? She wouldn’t do that till she gets what she wants from me.” Cove said.
“You mean OBSCURE?” Ten asked.
“She has taken all apps and my inventions, but she won’t rest till she takes OBSCURE too. You know how much sickly unimaginable billions OBSCURE gives me yearly? It’s the most expensive of the apps, of course she’d want it. After she gets it, she can then proceed to wipe me off, but she’d have to get it first, right? I’m gonna take back everything she took, then grill her and her supporters in a blue furnace. I’ll make her watch her own flesh in skewers for what she Fuçkin did to me!” Cove gritted.
“Wh@tëver you plan to do, just know that Eleven and I are right behind you, T.” Ten said, a cool sense of relief in his voice. “So…in a month? You’re going home? I can’t wait for the carnage and ruins.”
Cove ended the call, turning his neck sidewards to see Trinidad is frozen beside him like a refrigerated fish.
Her eyes are wide—madly so.
Every visible component of her body is shaking so bad.
“Y…ou?” She opened her mouth slowly as if too much is gonna hurt. “OBSCURE? You’re… you’re the….”
Before she could finish, she rushed to him and locked his hoodie in the front, slamming him on the railings.
Knowing his strength, he obviously let her slam him.
The decorative chains on his pants hit the railings like keys on a rock.
“You’re… The supposed dead owner of OBSCURE? The one who was sent to jail and died in jail?…. How did….how are you here!!!!” Trinidad yelled at his face, tears gathering in her eyes already.
She looks hurt—as if every secret she had carefully squirrelled away has been exposed to the world.
With lowered, detached eyes, Cove looked down at her.
“Do you know the secrets of how many people you hold in this world? In a population of 100 people, at least 95 percent is using that app cos they believe the owner is dead and their secrets is safe!!!” She yelled.
Roughly, Cove got rid of her hands from his hoodie, switching their positions, and now it’s his turn to slam her on the railings.
“If you’re scared about your secret on the app, then it’s safe! In a population of 100 people, you’re part of the four people I’ll never betray unless you betray me first!” He spat.
“I don’t want you knowing my secret at all!!” Trinidad yelled, her tears finally flowing down her cheeks. “In a population of 100 people, you’re the only one I don’t want my secret leaking to! You’ve always seen me as a strong, alpha girl, and I don’t want that to ever change!” She cried.
“And who says that ever changed?” He smirked, redness flashing his sight. “Your revenge is mine to take too! We’re both waiting for real Dorian the bastard to wake up!”
“But you’re leaving in a month! How are you supposed to take revenge with me if you leave to Australia in a month!” Trinidad shook her head. “Don’t go! Think of Stacy! That girl is so into you she might just die if you abandon her! Huh? Or you can shift it to three months at least!”
A dark smile curved Cove’s lips. “Best friend, are you missing me already?”
Trinidad’s eyes went down.
“I’m like a chained baby here, and I Fuçkin h@të it. During my five years in this LA, I’ve only killed 22 people, and I’m not satisfied with that ratio. I’ve missed killing the way I want, bloodying up and burning the way I want. I also miss putting a particular bîtvh in her place.” He said.
He let go of Trinidad’s shoulders, the tomboy continued staring down.
“Australia is my habitat, and I can deal with anyone around the world from there. Yunno death is the kindest punishment, right?” He smirked hotly, leaning on the railings. “A good punishment is destroying everything a person has ever worked for and kill everyone that’d help him then kill his hope and ruin his name, and make him commit suicide himself. Nothing beats that.”
Trinidad finally looked up, her tears flowing more.
“I was molested, touched inappropriately….I was ruined, my voice was taken away! Ice prince, I’m…I’m…in…
She began stuttering, panting for breaths as if her tears clashed with her words in her throat.
Her panting increased, and she nearly started coughing, but Cove targeted her vital point on her neck and gave her a sudden hit.
She lost consciousness, but before she could fall to the ground, Trevor entered the balcony.
“Oh! Oh!!” He shouted, quickly spreading his arms.
She fell inside, and his sockets widened when he saw the tears on her face. “Why the hell did she cry?”
“Take her to your room if you can. When she wakes up, you can ask her the reason.” Cove dryly said.
Trevor lifted the tall girl to his arms, carrying her with a groan.
“Fine, I’ll just share Matteo’s suite with him tonight.” He said.
He took her out, and Cove sat on the sofa, lighting a cigar.
Fog of smokes curled out of his lips as he picked the telephone and called the hotel helpline.
“How may we help you, sir?”
“I need a new phone. I’ll be sending you the model number.” He said.
“Sure, sir.”
The line dropped, and he dropped the telephone.
Trinidad’s tantrum was able to take his mind off his own problems, but now there’s no Trinidad anymore.
His mind got occupied with her face again, and right now if he doesn’t occupy himself with something, he’ll barge into Montana Mansion to take her no matter what follows.
He stood and looked at his knuckles, still so red with bursts, bruises and blood. Yeah, again.
He drove it into the wall, and pain exploded in his head.
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[Montana Mansion]
At 10pm, Stacy came out of the house, wearing different clothes—sports joggers and a cardigan on top. She even wore a winter cap.
The rain might have stopped, but the cold is biting and harsh.
She spent the last few hours staring at her phone in her car before going inside, and while inside, she had washed up and decided she needed another breathing space.
So now…she’s off to her hideaway.
She was about to enter her car when Anita rushed out.
“Beauty!”
Stacy turned around, sighing as the beautiful woman rushed.
“You haven’t been talking to me at all since you returned from Vegas, did I offend you?” She asked carefully.
A little smile fell on Stacy’s lips. “Offend me? Never, Anita. I’m just not in the mood for conversations.”
“Glad to know,” Anita nodded. “Where are you going? It’s past 10.”
“When dad arrives, just tell him I’m going to my secret place, he’ll understand.” She said.
Anita hesitated then nodded. “Of course, but why aren’t you taking a companion with you?”
Stacy understood immediately and smiled.
Anita rushed back inside then emerged a minute later with Stacy’s teddy Bonita.
“Our names are similar, so don’t blame me for picking it.” Anita said.
“Anita Bonita.” Stacy chuckled, taking the teddy from the woman.
Anita waved her as she entered her car—not the car she took to the cemetery house. She took another.
She didn’t even take her phone.
She drove out of the mansion without guards, placing Bonita on her passenger seat beside her.
She has been holding the tears back since she finished showering, but now she couldn’t help it.
They fell down her cheeks freely, and her thumbs tightened on the wheel.
She feared sèx so much, but at the same time, she had always wanted her first time to be lovely, sweet and gentle. She wanted it with a man who’d understand her preference and go slow, but him…
He definitely knew about her fear, but still…
He took it like a beast that he is.
No pleasure.
No relish.
No talking her through it or guidance.
He took it heartlessly as if it had been waiting for him to come.
All because she sent a note to Dorian?
She wiped her tears with an hand and drove into a new area characterized by tall industrial buildings. It’s a government area.
She drove slower when she reached her destination, and she parked her car behind a tower of barrels.
She got down from the car, wiping the remaining little stain of tear on her face before looking up at the building in front of her.
A burnt building.
Fallen apart and wrecked with fire from what seemed like it happened several years ago.
It might be completely burnt, but the name by the tall entrance is still slightly clear though black.
OphChem.
This was her late mum Ophelia’s chemical industry. The most brilliant chemist in this country.
Stacy felt her mum’s spirit watching her as she stepped into the burnt ruins, shoes drowning in years-old ashes, sand and charcoal.
Fallen roof panels and wall upholstery everywhere, metal and plastic barrels, broken chair and tables. Unrecognizable industrial machines and equipments.
Stacy couldn’t see much of the ruins in the dark, but lightnings flashed incessantly in the sky, and each flash revealed different angles.
She breathed in the smell of soot and debris before she arrived at a spot marked by a chair.
She raised the chair, and the ground below it raised with it.
There’s a cellar down there, and she climbed down using the ladder.
The upper part of this place night be burnt, but this cellar is in good shape except for the dust.
During the fire that year, Ophelia should have hid here, but the opening chair was mysteriously hooked so she couldn’t open this cellar, and she died just like that.
She died with a few customers with her, and that was still the goriest news of Stacy’s existence.
Back then, she was ten.
Her dad was the spoiler while her mum was strict and a disciplinarian, but still, her mum loved her, and she loves her mum so much.
But fate said they wouldn’t be together for long, and it took her.
Stacy pulled a string from the ceiling, turning on the lights.
The burnt upper section didn’t affect the electricity of this place.
There are numerous horror stickers on the wall, done by her younger self.
Her dad bought the horror stickers, and she pasted it around here. Though her mum h@tëd it, but she never stopped her.
There’s a king-sized bed with fresh bedspread, and she just knew her dad visited this place not long ago.
Albert is fond of cleaning this place up, and this industrial land should have been taken by the government, but Albert payed billions to have it left the way it is just because of this cellar. Though, only Albert and Stacy know about the cellar.
Stacy fell in bed and faced the low ceiling, sighing as she spaced out.
“Mum, there’s a boy…” She started. “he’s highly good to me, kind and calm, but as the fool that my heart is, I don’t feel romantically attached. Then there’s another one…a beast who has no boundaries and restraints and control. I doubt if he even has a heart, and yunno what? My stupid heart feels him, and my body responds to him. Everyone is warning me about him even dad, and that has created a doubt that; will he really not hurt me like I think? I don’t even know, cos he did something beastly this night, and I’m still so mad at him I don’t wanna see his face at all.” She muttered.
Her eyes closed, and it seems like as she said those words, sleep is coming, but the ache between her legs kept throbbing, her eyes opened.
“I h@të you, Thiago X.” She muttered.
And the attached door in the cellar opened, making her sit up quickly.
Albert came out of the attached room which was Ophelia’s private lab. It’s soundproof, so you can’t hear sounds from this outer room once inside.
“Dad?” She got down from the bed.
Albert blinked, quickly hiding his vape pen behind himself.
“Oh don’t do that, I know you vape and smoke.” Stacy said.
He revealed the vape and sighed. “I came here to spend some time with Ophelia’s presence. Her presence feels raw here.”
“Me too,” Stacy nodded.
Before she knew it, she was in his arms, hugging him for comfort.
“Can we not talk about anything right now?” She whispered.
Albert smiled. “Yeah, I’ll forget about our fight for now, brat.”
Stacy smiled too.
“Can I skip school for some days? I don’t wanna see someone.” She said.
-And I want that particular someone to miss me to the point of insanity till he’d know he did bad-
She didn’t say that out though.
“Do wh@tëver you want, sweetheart. You’ll miss the tests, but you’ll just write your own whenever you go back to school. Will you be coming to work with me for those skipping days?” Albert asked eagarly.
“No, I’ll love to stay here in seclusion. Don’t even tell my friends my location.” She replied.
“As you wish, your highness.” Albert said, and she laughed.
“Mmm….daaad.” she mumbled childishly.
“Daughterrr….” Albert mimicked, stroking her hair with a chuckle.
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