Reckless - S01 E80

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Reckless - S01 E80

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 80

[Present Time]

Kaylee is now sitting while Angela is still standing.

Wine is still dripping off her clothes.

“If we sum everything up, Angela. It’s your fault. If you had stopped him from going to the tattooist that night, he wouldn’t be in coma now.”

Angela snorted.

“You’re my school friend who failed to make it when everyone was making it, so I took pity and hired you as my son’s manager. You’re a peasant, Angela Degraw. Know your Fuçkin place and don’t talk back.” Kaylee continued proudly.

Angela still couldn’t talk.

“Good. That’s more like it.” Kaylee rolled eyes, picking her ringing phone. It’s a call from the secret healthcare in San Francisco.

“Yes, doctor?” Kaylee stood.

“Good news, ma’am.” The doctor reported.

Kaylee gasped. “Is it what I’m thinking, doctor?”

“Exactly, your son is awake. He woke up five minutes ago.”

Kaylee smiled, rolling eyes at Angela. “Good riddance to people who don’t want him to wake. Stacy’s real husband is finally awake.”

“He’s asking for you, ma’am,” The doctor said.

“He’ll see me soon, but i’m not coming to San Francisco. Fly him over to LA discreetly and go according to the plans we’ve made.” Kaylee sighed.

“I understand,” the doctor quipped and hung up.

Kaylee lit a cigar and took a classy drag as she walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows, smiling.

“The long-awaited game is about to start.” She muttered.

By the door of the lounge, Jeremy stood with his back to the wall.

He couldn’t hear their conversation clearly, but he’s smart enough to pick up that real Dorian is awake.

His freedom time is getting shorter.

[Last Year San Francisco]

The taxi moved after Lynn and Jeremy got inside, and Lynn instantly took off her turtleneck sweater, revealing red marks on her neck.

Jeremy’s brows furrowed. “Why is your neck—”

“Can we not talk about it?” Lynn faced him with a small smile. “It’s just a little skin reaction.”

Jeremy nodded, not pursuing it further. “Sure, shall we lodge in the same hotel and tour San Francisco together before the concert tomorrow?”

Lynn gasped.

“No it’s not what you’re thinking!” Jeremy laughed. Aren’t you like 15? I’ll be 24 next year so I don’t have such thoughts towards you.”

“I’m actually 16, duh.” She made faces, and he smiled.

“So what’s your favorite Rian song?” She asked with a blink.

“Toxic but Cute!” They both said at the same time and stuck palms together, laughing like they hit paydirt, but their laughter was shortlived as the taxi driver suddenly screamed in the front.

A car is coming for them on the dark road, and before the taxi driver could divert the routes, the two cars collided violently.

Glasses shattered, bodies dented, smokes started, two cars somersaulted—the taxi to the upper part of the road, and the other car to the lower pavement.

For ten straight minutes, nothing happened, just deafening silence cloaking the night.

But then…the door of the taxi opened upside down, and Jeremy dragged himself out with bleeding forehead, shoulders, neck and knees.

He was groaning, removing shards from his skin as he slightly opened the other door of the upside down taxi and broke the window with his elbows, his body shaking.

He dragged Lynn out from behind the wheel where she’s trapped, but he screamed out when he saw her neck has been slit by one of the shattered window glass. Her throat was cut, and she’s bleeding profusely.

There’s no breath in her anymore. Her body went cold so fast.

She’s dead.

Jeremy shook his head….

“No….no we still haven’t gone to the concert together! Wake up!!!!! Lynn! Lynn!!!!!!”

His roar shook the silent road, and as he held her dead body in his arms, his tears went cold on his jaws.

The taxi driver’s head is cracked already, so he’s definitely dead too.

Jeremy’s survival is still a shock to him, and his tears wouldn’t stop…

Till he heard screams on the pavement…

The car that hit their taxi…

A woman is dragging a boy’s body out of it, and she’s crying too as she shook the body for a response.

Another woman ran to them from a car behind, and they both started trying to wake the boy who looks as dead as Lynn.

There’s a gash on his head, and on his chest too. His bleeding is much.

Jeremy stood, anger taking over him as he ran to them.

“Do you think you have the right to cry for your boy? You killed two people here!!! Your car collided into our taxi you killer!!!” He yelled.

The two women looked up, and immediately their eyes met, the six eyes widened crazily.

“Mrs. Kaylee Wesley? Rian’s mum?” Jeremy said unbelievably.

Every DIAMOND knows Dorian’s mother’s face.

Jeremy’s face went down to the boy on the ground, and his eyes widened again , crazier.

“Ri…Ria…n…?”

He stumbled back and fell on his butt without getting pushed.

Kaylee stood, slowly with shadowed, ready curious eyes…

“Why do you have my son’s face?”

[Present Time]

Jeremy returned to his room and sat on the edge of the bed, burying his face in his palms.

He began crying again.

—

[Elite2 Hotel – Top kitchen]

Cove pushed a pineapple cube into his mouth with a fork before stirring the tahini sauce on fire, checking for the softness of the meat.

Funny how he’s cooking and still chose to eat pineapple when he could have easily munched some of the veggies he made.

To him, food is mundane. A repetitive exercise just to live. Why work that hard for strength?

He’ll never get the logic, and he has never been interested in food.

Not like he doesn’t eat, but it’s timed, and when he cooks for himself, he makes sure to eat his fill that’d carry him for at least one day.

Eating more than once a day has never been appealing to him.

But seems there’s gonna be a slight change in that this morning. He’s highly famished, starving.

It’d be weird to not be after the whole ministration last night.

From the bed, to the table, to the wall, to the floor.

They banged in the bathroom too under the shower, and none of them slept till 12 when his stamina reduced a little bit. He was still hard, but she was at the verge of crying again, so he had to pull out.

Fragile, tender girl.

That was the first though, and the second will be more intense. If he’s this hungry, then her hunger must be over the top, and that’s why he entered the kitchen for her immediately he woke up.

He had wanted to replace himself with a pillow cos if she can’t feel him around her arms anymore, she’d wake, but then…

Why would a pillow replace him?

He had left her just like that. She’s gonna wake whenever nature says.

He opened the pot of macaroni and ate from it.

He hasn’t tried it since he finished cooking it, but now that he’s trying…

It’s good.

So good he ate another forkful.

He dropped the fork, and he received a call immediately…

From Ten.

He swiped green.

“Your flight is readily booked, T. I know you still have three more weeks to go, but I just couldn’t wait to get the flight ready.” Ten said.

“Is that all?” Cove deadpanned.

“There’s a problem though. Shelby decorated all Australia international airports with cops and agents. Your pictures are everywhere in Australia too. Everyone now know Cove is Thiago over there, and it has been revealed that you didn’t die in the penitentiary fire too. Now cops are at alert. No matter the airport you enter Australia with, you’ll be captured.”

Cove ate the third forkful from the macaroni, nodding.

“Shelby will never not impress me. She’s worthy of being my half-sister after all.”

“You’re not bothered?” Ten asked.

“If I decide to enter Australia today without a fly knowing, I’ll enter. She’s working hard, but I’m working harder. Besides, i don’t mind getting caught by her cops, I’d love to burn the penitentiary for the second time.” Cove replied casually, his eyes sheening the subtle silver as he stared at the fire on the cooker.

Arms wrapped around him from behind, and his muscles softened as he dropped the call.

“Who was that?” Stacy’s soft voice asked, and he turned around to face her properly.

She looks exactly how he expected. Scattered hair, sore lips, sleepy, tired eyes with dark circles beneath.

Firstly, he gathered her hair in his palm while she rested her head on his chest. He braided the hair into two long pigtails and then lifted her to place on the kitchen island.

He spread her laps and went in-between, giving her a soft morning kiss on the lips.

“Slept well?” He teased.

“As if you allowed that. You even woke up at 5 to eat my coochie and I was Mõ@ning in my sleep.” She muttered tiredly.

Cove frowned…did he forget to mention that part earlier?

Well…

Now you know.

He tucked the few strands of hair on her face to the back of her ear…

“That was my rogue… I mean the call…” He answered her earlier question, staring at her eyes.

The brown increases in the morning like this, and it’s so d@mn dazzling.

“Rogue?” She blinked.

“In my family, people who do dirty jobs for us are rogues.” He explained.

“As if you need anyone to do your dirty job. Is there anything you can’t carry out?” She scoffed.

He smiled dryly, and she suddenly jumped down from that island, her soft barefoot landing on his feet.

She rushed over to the second island with gap between her legs, and he laughed out shortly.

Oh wow…this only means he did a pretty good job.

But she didn’t care about his jest. She just dragged the bowl of veggies to herself and began eating.

She opened the macaroni pot and digged in too, filling her stomach.

Cove scooped from the tahini sauce and blew on it for her before bringing it to her lips.

She opened up, taking it.

“Later, I’m not gonna be able to eat if you don’t feed me.” She said as she chewed gently.

Cove smiled almost ghostly, but it held longing instead of jest.

Was he already missing her?

He’ll be gone in three weeks, and he can’t take her along cos he has to go fight for his right first before thinking of coming to pick her up.

She opened her mouth, meaning another tahini sauce.

He scooped it and blew on it again before feeding her with it.

And that was when three extra people rolled into the kitchen.

Trinidad, Trevor and Matteo.

“I knew I smelt something good!” Trevor shouted, grabbing his spoon. “Gawd! It’s been long since Wizard cooked! I can’t miss this!”

“Is that tahini I smell?” Matteo sniffed the air. “When last did I taste it!”

He picked his spoon too, but Stacy covered the pot from them.

“No! I’m eating it all!”

“You?” Trevor looked her up and down. “You eat like an ant and that’s why you never get fleshier! Allow real people to eat!”

“My boyfriend cooked it, so it’s all for me!” Stacy insisted proudly.

“Boyfriend? Whoa….a-ah….new dawn… Boyfriend?” Matteo blinked, his gaze switching from Stacy to Cove who looks like he didn’t hear.

Stacy wasn’t listening. She’s mow busy fighting childishly over the tahini with Trevor.

Cove left the kitchen, meeting Trinidad who has been waiting by the door since she arrived.

Trinidad followed him…

“That girl? She’s hopelessly in love with you, and you better not break her or I swear to gawd I’ll have to fight you to the death!” She threatened seriously.

Cove turned, gave her a unreadable look, then he looked at the kitchen where Trevor and Stacy are still running around.

He smiled venomously and just walked off.

“What’s he planning in that dark head of his?” Trinidad muttered, folding her arms on her chest. “Why am I getting scared?”

—

[Next Day – A Two-Bedroom Apartment]

Kaylee took her glasses off her eyes when she climbed out of the car majestically, looking alpha-like.

Like she’s in charge.

She swept a fast look across the house and smiled.

This house used to be Anita’s house—the house she stayed with Elmira and Jeremy before she became a live-in housekeeper at Montana Mansion.

Kaylee bought this house under Jeremy’s name cos of today, and the day has finally arrived.

The smile kept spreading as she stepped inside.

Her steps paused in the stuffy, dusty living room, and her eyes rounded the place as if scanning for anomalies.

Finding none, so she opened a switch box on the wall and pulled down a metal handle.

The ceiling opened, and a long ladder came down.

A smirk was on Kaylee’s face, her purse carefully held at her waist as she began climbing the ladder, her puffed polo bouncing slightly.

The ladder folded back in when she finished climbing up the attic, and she turned on the lights to behold him—her son.

Dorian.

He sat up in bed, pillow supporting his back and the doctor beside him professionally.

Kaylee’s eyes darkened. “Now here’s the false story we’ll cool for the public; Last year January on your way to concert, Jeremy’s car jammed your car. He tried to kill you and take your place cos you both share the same face, but then…you didn’t die. Instead, you fell comatose, so he locked you here in his house attic. He has been holding you hostage while pretending to be you.

Dorian’s scars are endless on his face, and his lips kept lifting, nose flaring and brows nearly joining.

He’s obviously angry.

—

[Montana Mansion – Anita’s Room]

Anita just finished sending the finalized copies of Albert’s important info and upcoming schedule like Zendaya requested, and now as she stood impatiently in the middle of her room, she’s expecting Zendaya’s feedback so bad.

The buzzing of the phone made her run back to bed to take it.

Zendaya’s message sat there.

→Good job.

Anita took a relieved breathe and swallowed lumps, nodding.

“Jeremy, Elmira… I’ll bring you both back home soon. Trust me, mummy is coming to take you both. Together, we’ll be the three happy family once again. We’ll be together.” She said, nodding frantically.

Hearing the door alarm downstairs made her rush out.

She ran downstairs to meet Albert who’s just getting back from work, looking pissed.

He lessened his tie hold around his neck. “Stacy isn’t back yet? Since yesterday?”

“She’s—”

Anita’s words stopped when Stacy entered, wearing Cove’s hoodie and her own skirt.

She ignored her dad and faced the staircase…

“Are we really doing this, Stacy? Your mum Ophelia would be so disappointed!” Albert said.

She stopped, turning around slowly. “Mum wouldn’t force me to marry a man I don’t have romantic feeling for!” She stated.

“And why the fûck must it be him? Why must it be that thuggish, criminal killer?” Albert queried, eyes still pissed as he walked towards her.

“Cos I love him!” She shouted stubbornly at his face.

Anita gasped.

“Say that again!” Albert dared.

“I love Thiago! And he loves me too!” Stacy repeated.

And her cheek boiled as Albert’s palm flew to her face.

The slap was hot.

Her cheek reddened immediately.

Stacy’s eyes widened, so is Anita’s.

But then…. Stacy’s hand went up too, coming down to Albert’s…

TBC.