Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 75
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[Ten Minutes Later]
Cove sat in bed, shirt down, face up and eyes staring at the beauty in front of him.
She saw the brutal bruises on his face and knuckles and had suspected he had wounds on his body too which he denied, but of course she didn’t believe, so he had to take off his shirt to prove his genuineness.
Now as she stood in front of him, eyes raking over his skin, she looks satisfied.
When he had cut her off by falling on his knees earlier, she was dumbfounded for three long minutes without a say to drop, but then…
He drove here with his already-drying knuckle bruises, and the bruises had reopened, blood trickled down and dripped to the ground with a gentle sound which brought her out of her daze. She told him to stand, he did, and here they are.
“I told you, my body is fine.” He said after she stared at the skin expressionlessly for a minute.
The tears on her face is still there, but when he raised his hand to touch it earlier, she didn’t even allow him to touch. He’d have forcefully dragged her close to wipe it, but he’s still pleading for leniency now, and if he wants her soft eyes, he’d have to thread carefully.
He has never seen her this expressionlessly cold before.
Not even when she was still his enemy.
Oh… correction; Not even when he was still her enemy, because…
She was never an enemy to him—just a spoilt princess in need of a tamer.
She entered the inner room—Ophelia’s private lab and returned with a small kit which she poured treatments on the bed from.
She picked out the facial treatments and pressed the potent ones on a cotton bud, bringing it to his face to start applying, but he grabbed her hand suddenly.
“I don’t need these,” He said.
“I don’t need your consent or opinion.” She replied, and he immediately let go of her hand.
She pressed the cotton to his face on the right places, making sure the ointments and balms mix well.
He cringed a few times from the sting and folded his palms from pain, but she neither stopped nor slowed down, till she got done with the face and moved to his knuckles.
When she saw how badly broken it is, she scoffed without even looking at his eyes.
She hasn’t looked at his eyes since he sat on this bed.
“I know your life means nothing to you, but there are people who’d get hurt if you die. I know someone is hunting you from your family, but not everyone will h@të you in that same family. There are people who’ll cry and be sad if you die, you should treat your life with more value.” She said, fingers shaking as she began applying the treatments on his knuckles without gentility.
Just like she did to the face.
She mightn’t be looking at his eyes, but Cove’s eyes didn’t leave her face, following her eyes that are covered by her lashes.
Just like his face, she felt the mad sting of the ointments on his knuckles too, but he didn’t even jerk.
His eyes followed her face everywhere, and when a tear fell out of her eyes to drop on his knuckle…
He lifted his hand to her face, lifting it.
She’s really crying cos another tear fell from her eyes immediately.
“Stacy….”
“I h@të you so much I can’t even explain! I don’t even wanna see your face right now but you’d shove it in front of me anyways… You’re so Fuçkin insufferable and a beast that only has a human skin. I really, really, really h@të you…” She lamented, finally looking at his eyes.
It’s like there are onions in the eye lock cos as she stared, she cried harder, just that she allowed him to wipe the tears this time.
He wiped with his two hands, cradling her small face in the middle of his palms like an egg.
“I know, I know…. I’m a bastard, aren’t I?” He whispered.
“A big bad, bastard…” She cried again, sniffling hard, red veins appeared below her eyes. “You should have slowed down when I was begging. Why do you think I came there without underwear? I was ready, but you could have handled me with care. But because I sent a note to Dorian? You went beastly on my like a slave! I know you’re used to getting wh@tëver you want but so am I! I’m not a toy! I love fear but I h@të being manhandled!” She cried more.
“Stacy…”
“I h@të you…” She slapped his chest with her balled fist.
“Stacy, look at me …” He held her shoulders, but she shook him off and continued hitting his chest with her balled fist, repeatedly.
It went from soft to hard, and the sound filled the cellar as her fists filled his skin. When the fists felt insufficient, she began nailing him.
Thankfully, her fisted nails are long enough. She made patters on his chest with the nails.
He allowed her, just sat there and watched her do everything as her tears rolled without hitch down her chin.
He eventually caught her fists, and she struggled with him, but he successfully brought them down before hugging her tightly.
She wanted to break it, but his two arms were enough to contain her body.
She softened, attaching her teeth to his neck. She bit down hard, but he didn’t feel it and just continued holding her, caressing her hair.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his second hand caressing her back.
Stacy began hiccuping, softening completely and trying to calm,but her breaths were still heavy against his neck, her nose leaking snot with her tears, and they smudged his neck.
He didn’t mind, he just stayed still, letting her do her thing, coaxing her with pats and rubs till only her hiccups could be heard.
She pushed herself out of his hug eventually, and their faces met, eyes locking again, deeply.
He raised his fingers to wipe the last trace of tears from her face, and this time,it was her who hugged him.
Her arms travelled around his body, and he immediately reciprocated, stroking the back of her neck.
He kissed her hair.
“Keep doing it,” she said immediately, and he obeyed, pressing repeated kisses to her hair like a baby’s.
She hugged him tighter.
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[No Sleep Garage]
Now upgraded to look like a modern garage with a better gate, interior and exterior, today feels like the proper opening day of the garage.
To Matteo, DIAMONDS burning the garage was a blessing cos if they didn’t, how would he have had the chance to this newness?
He stood in front of the gate, smiling as he stared at it.
“I bless the day I took you into this place, T.” He smiled again.
[Years Ago]
It’s a rainy evening. Fine threads connected earth to the sky.
Even if you’re carrying umbrella under the rain, you’ll still get wet.
It’s really heavy.
The garage has leakages everywhere, and there’s no gate yet too, so everything going on in the garage can be seen by passerbys.
A man had brought his car for the AC repair.
Matteo had repaired the AC, but he mistakenly touched what he shouldn’t have touched too, so now when the car the honk is pressed, the car wipers start working.
Matteo is now in the rain, trying to fix what went wrong, shaking so bad his flannel shirt is gummed completely to his body.
The car owner is standing under the canopy, washing him with words…
“I was told you were good, so I came, but look what you did. If you know your eyes aren’t good enough, then go open a cobbling shop and leave mechanic work alone!”
“You’re an idiot who should have said you can’t repair a Fiat, but no,you took the job like a dog and ended up ruining everything!”
“I’m calling my lawyer!”
Matteo rolled out from under the car at this point, going on his knees. “I swear to you, I’m not always like this, but I was trying to settle a family matter when I was repairing, and my hands touched what it shouldn’t—”
The man didn’t even look at him. He’s already rushing down the garage with his phone to his ear and his umbrella to his head.
Obviously, he’s calling the cops.
Matteo held his head with two hands, panicking as he looked at the car again, but his eyes went back to the entrance cos he thought he saw someone, and it’s true.
Someone is right there.
In this heavy rain, even if umbrella is useless, everyone carried it to fight a little bit of the downpour, but this young boy carried nothing.
He stood there, drenched in the rain, eyes empty, and he’s very sure his soul is empty too cos the darkness in his expression?
It’s lethargic.
He walked into the shop with calculated steps, and he didn’t even say a word to Matteo before taking the tool bag.
He opened the car door end entered.
“Young boy! Young boy! What are you…” Matteo said, speechless.
It only took one minute. The boy pressed down the horn, and the horn worked accordingly. The wipers worked separately too.
“Oh…” Matteo gasped, speechless again.
The owner came back, seeing his car is back to normal, he faced Matteo with pointed finger.
“Count yourself lucky cos you were just a needle gap away from becoming a prisoner!”
Matteo stepped back, and the man drove out of the garage roughly.
Now Matteo turned back to face the boy who had saved him.
He smiled slightly, looking him up and down. He wore a plain black shirt and loose pants. Nothing else peculiar about him except those hollow eyes of his.
“You saved me!” Matteo gushed.
“I’ll continue working here with you. I live in the third street.” He said as if measuring his words.
No life in those words too.
Matteo smiled awkwardly, then looked him up and down again.
“I won’t reject if you’re expecting me to reject. What’s your name?”
The boy took his time, as if deciding on one before speaking.
“Cove.”
[Present Time]
Matteo grinned, resting his palms on his sides as he swept another look at the garage gate.
One month after Cove started working with him, he got so many new customers, and in another month, the garage upgraded and got a gate. He has been making it since then, and if he hadn’t been sending 70 percent of his profit to his wife, he’d be living comfortably now.
He sighed.
But Cove has brought trouble as much as he brought luck.
There was a time the street guys complained he was rude and ganged up against him, and he beat them till he killed one of them.
Another time, a female customer was flirting with him. He pulled her earring till he tore the pierced part of her ear away.
He landed in jail for a month.
Another time, a male customer was complaining his car got repaired late. He threw a spanner at Cove, Cove threw an hammer back.
The man’s eye got severely hit, and he went blind in that eye.
Cove landed in jail for three months.
Matteo sighed again.
Not that he’s complaining, but he’d love to know the kinda family who raised him to be boundless like this too.
He does what comes to his mind and says what comes to his mind without thinking about consequences as if the whole word is below him.
He’s really unfathomable.
Trevor drove out of the garage in his hotel rented Porsche and lowered his window.
He stretched his arm to Matteo, and the man stuck palms with him.
“Happy opening day!!” They chorused, laughing together.
Trevor drove off to school, and Matteo climbed the fence of the garage, opening his arms.
“Work can start coming again!!!!”
Now that he’s standing on the fence, he’s seeing a black Mazda not far from the garage gate below the street.
And if he’s not mistaken, that car belongs to…
He jumped down from the fence, going after the car.
Seems the person inside saw him coming and reversed the car, but Matteo cornered it before the car could even straighten.
He stood in front of it, panting heavily…
“I knew it was you.” He said breathlessly, sweating.
After two long minutes, the front door opened, and Anita stepped out of the car, her big dull yellow gown getting blown by the breeze.
“Anita,” Matteo said emotively, wanting to move close…
“Can you maintain this distance? I can’t promise I won’t slap you if you come close.” She said bitterly.
“How have you been doing?” Matteo asked alternatively.
“How have I been doing?” Anita nearly laughed, voice grumpy. “You never thought about that when you abandoned me in the ghetto after impregnating me!”
“That was because I was scared! I wasn’t ready to shoulder the responsibilities of a fath—”
“Oh but you knew how to fûck?” Anita finally laughed.
Matteo bit his lip regretfully, nearly making it bleed.
“That is why I’m working hard, and I saved up, and I searched for you, found out you’ve been working for Albert Montana, and I found your account number, and I’ve been sending you money…” He said.
“You started sending me cash last year ending! Before that, do you know what I’ve been through? Do you know how I’ve been surviving with the kids? I went from one construction site as a worker to another restaurant as a dishwasher! In the rain and in the sun, I suffered hell and slept in saunas with the pregnancy! I gave birth in the sauna too cos I had no strength to go to the hospital! And the kids? They couldn’t even start schooling in time cos there wasn’t enough fund!! I was only able to school them after I started working in Montana Mansion! I was—”
“Wait…wait wait…” Matteo shook his head, tears beading his eyes. “Kids. Anita, you said kids. Anita…”
Anita just got back in her car, and without minding if she’d hit him, she awakened the engines.
“Anita! Anita!!!!”
She drove off the street, and Matteo’s fingers went buried in his hair.
He shoved the second one in his mouth, biting his nails shakily.
“Kids? She had….twins.” He laughed, his tears falling eventually. “She had twins, and I was… What? A jerk….”
He laughed again, mocking himself. “I wouldn’t forgive me too!”
He squatted on that road, crying alone.
Trinidad is on her bike on the other side of the road, and she witnessed everything silently.
She was actually coming to pick up Trevor’s wishlist cos apart from a car, she planned to buy him everything he wants, and he had promised to drop his list in the garage.
She came to get it, but witnessed this unexpected show instead.
“Matteo is Elmira’s father? And I’m guessing Jeremy is the twin brother. Phew!” She smirked.
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[Young Mansion]
After what happened three nights ago with Kane, Scott has decided to go with the flow too and do the avoidance game with Kane.
He has been on it for two days now, and today is the third.
The soft clattering of cutlery on plates saturated the air as he came downstairs wearing his jersey.
His Major finished their tests yesterday, so he’s gonna start practicing today towards the second football march on Sunday.
With his messenger bag on his shoulder, he strolled.
Silas, Owen and Kane are at the dinning room, but he didn’t even spare them a glance.
“You’re not eating breakfast again today? Scott, are you sick?” Owen asked worriedly.
Her wedding with Silas is in two weeks by the way, and she looks better cos Silas cut down on his punishments. She needs to conserve her energy till after the wedding when she’d enter a lifeline matrimony of pain and tears.
Scott didn’t give a reply to Owen though.
He didn’t even look back till he was out of the house.
Two minutes later, Kane drank some water, leaving half his chicken on his plate before leaving the house.
Now with just Owen and Silas at the dinning table, the house feels like a large coffin again.
Owen’s hands began shaking on her plate, and when she was bringing a piece of cut chicken to her lips, it fell to her clothes.
She spranged up, dropping the fork. “I’m so sorry!”
She bent down to clean it up, but Silas stood and pulled her up, stopping her with a deceptive smile.
“I don’t wanna touch you till the wedding, but you’re making that harder than it should. Is it so hard to be a good woman?” He muttered, running his thumb on her jaw.
It felt ghostly, like ants crawling. Owen cringed, and he suddenly picked the fork from the plate, stabbing her palm with it.
“Ah!!!!” She screamed, falling to her knees immediately as blood dripped to the white floor.
Her mouth couldn’t close, and her hold on the wrist of that hand got tighter and tighter. She grunted again as her blood formed rivulets.
“You have to keep your body spotless till the wedding, so this stab is just a reminder to tell you that after the wedding, your main punishment is waiting.” Silas declared.
He started heading upstairs, but in the middle of the stairs, he looked back under his glasses.
“And you better find a way to make the wound heal before then. I can’t marry a wounded wife.” He said and then disappeared upstairs.
Owen stayed where she stayed, staring at the fork stuck in the middle of her palm.
She didn’t remove it.
She looked up at one of the secret cameras surrounding the dinning and sighed, standing.
She turned, removed the fork and called a maid to clean the blood.
Then, she used her left hand to get her phone, texting Kane.
—
Kane made a stopover at Reid’s place to get him since Reid can’t drive, and now Kane is driving them to school smoothly.
“Why the fûck didn’t you just call your driver?” Kane complained.
“Cos I trust you more with my life?” Reid replied with a grin.
“You’re a Fuçker,” Kane smirked, speeding up.
“Slow the fûck down you maniac! I’m not the cause of your avoidance with Scott!” Reid shouted.
Kane’s phone made a sound, and Reid took it, unlocked it and showed him the message from Owen.
Owen: I know I said one week, but you’ll have to keep it going till the wedding. We can’t ruin things now that we’re close to our goal.
Kane stopped the car immediately, and Reid’s head almost broke the window beside him.
“Two more weeks? She’s not even asking how I’m holding up with the one week agreement, but now two more weeks?”
“Work is work, Kane. You said Scott is already returning the avoidance energy, that’s cool. Before you know it, two weeks is gone. And don’t even act like feelings was supposed to be part of the plan! We came here to work, not fuvk!” Reid said.
Kane’s hands held the wheel tighter, eyes rolling so much.
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[Montana Mansion]
Anita crawled to her room immediately she arrived.
She wiped the tears on her face and checked the campus gist for the tenth time today.
The news of Elmira’s adoption is still flying around.
She went from Elmira Wolfe to George—Roxy’s surname.
Roxy really adopted her as a sister.
Anita dropped the phone and nodded twice, holding the tears back.
Now she has lost her two children, right? And the only way to get them back is to get rich.
She has to be rich to take Jeremy back from Kaylee.
And Elmira herself specifically said she shouldn’t call her if she’s not ready to connive and take Albert’s wealth for themselves.
She sniffled, wiping her nose.
She took her phone again, logging in to the banking loan app.
Carrying the pregnancy alone was hell on earth. She gave birth at the sauna, but she lost a lotta blood and fell in coma for months.
She woke up to maintain of debts to be paid to the hospital, and she had to borrow loans…
She borrowed loans from Kaylee’s banking network. Colossal loans she has to repay.
She has been planning to gather her salaries here and Matteo’s money to start a business later this year, but now she has to pay back.
She needs to pay Kaylee back to take her son and pay Roxy to take her daughter back too.
But how?
Her savings isn’t even enough to pay Kaylee back yet.
She wiped her tears again, staring at the billion loans on the bank app.
She shut her eyes, but the dinging of her phone made her open up.
She just got a message.
A new text…
• Aren’t you tired of of serving like a slave in the Montana Mansion? Press 1 if you’re interested in making Albert a forgotten man, and press 2 if you’re interested in taking his money.
Anita spranged up, staring at the strange text from the strange number. Her eyes widened.
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[Airport]
As usual, DIAMONDS went out of their way to make the welcome back memorable as fûck.
They filled the airport in every space and other flights had to get delayed cos there’s no space for people to pass through to their gates.
If the crowd at Kaylee’s arrival to LA one month ago was mad, then this crowd is madder with their screams, yells and board writings.
• Your enemy is our enemy, Rian!
• Just say the word and we’ll die for you in an instant!
• We have plans to go exhume Cove’s parents body in the Bronx, please tell us to go ahead!
• Shall we decorate Stacy’s dad company with her obituary?
• We love you so much please smile!
• Riri you’re greater than the world!!
Jeremy didn’t even smile or wave in the slightest.
He wore dark shades too, so he looks like war.
Kaylee and Angela at his sides are the ones doing the smile and waving.
“Smile…” Kaylee stylishly whispered in his ear, but it’s obvious that even if heaven falls today, he won’t smile.
His mood is too off for that Sh|t.
His crew members came to welcome him too with a convoy, but he just walked past them into the car. Straight without saying a word to anyone of them.
“This is the first time Riri looks so down.” The drummer said.
“I know, right?” The lead guitarist replied worriedly.
Kaylee and Angela did the final waves before getting in the car with him, and Kaylee grabbed his blazer immediately, pulling him closer.
“You do not get to be as stiff as that! Are you trying to ruin my son’s image? Your single hit 1.1B streams already, that was a great opportunity to thank them, but you had to ruin it with that stupid boring smile-free face?”
“Chill, Mama K,” Jeremy looked at her, removing his shades with finesse. “Your son will wake up soon, so these rantings will be over. I know you’re tired of me.” He smirked.
“You d@mn…” Kaylee raised her hand on him, and Angela quickly lowered it, cautioning her.
“Control your anger, Kay.”
Kaylee straightened and got down from the car with a huff. “I’ll meet y’all home soon. Need to go see Albert for now.” She said.
She entered another car.
The car with Jeremy and Angela drive off, and Kaylee’s car followed on the road.
She quickly typed a text on her phone…. To Remo.
Kaylee: Back in the city. Ready with the chains and all. Tonight, you make me forget about my stress.
Remo’s reply was instant…
Remo: I was getting impatient. Welcome back, Mrs. Pvssy Wesley.
Kaylee smiled. “He’s a motherFuçker, literally.”
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