Reckless - S01 E82

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Reckless - S01 E82

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 82

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[Elite2 Hotel]

Trevor and Matteo are currently in front of the TV, both shivering vehemently as they watched the trending news.

From Australia to America.

In fact, the whole world is looking for Covey Fabio/Thiago X right now.

The criminal two in one.

And immediately Stacy left this hotel two hours ago, he left this hotel too.

Now, they have no idea where he is. His line is saying it doesn’t exist.

The remote fell from Trevor, and the phone fell from Matteo.

“I said if Wizard turned out to be a criminal, I’m willing to go to jail, so why am I shaking?” Trevor muttered fearfully.

“He once told me his real name started with T, but I never expected this brutal revelation. A criminal wanted by the richest person in the world? Shelby X? His blind half-sister? I swear I can’t think…” Matteo held his head.

Trinidad barged in, and Trevor raised his hands immediately.

“Yes! Cops are here we’re dead!”

But seeing it’s Trinidad, he lower his arms slowly.

“T-girl?”

“Tomboy, where the hell is crap boy?”

“You expect me to know?” Trinidad snapped. “I heard the news and I’m running mad right now I can’t even concentrate!!! Where the hell is that bastard his line isn’t going through!!”

“He left since two hours ago, taking his phone and laptop with him in his backpack. I have no idea.” Trevor explained.

“Fûck!!!!!!!” Trinidad held her head, screaming out insanely. “I’m going to kill that insane man if I get my hands on him!”

“Man?” Matteo blinked.

“You didn’t see the part where his real age was mentioned in the news?” Trinidad glared. “He’s 25! He finished uni five years ago! His young teen-like face is a deception!!”

“What!!” Matteo and Trevor chorused with wider mouths.

“Told him not to hurt Stacy. If he knew he was a criminal, he shouldn’t have gotten her involved with himself. That sick pyromaniac.”

“Pyromaniac?” Matteo and Trevor chorused again.

“Wait…did you only read half of the news? He’s a pyro since birth, deaf naturally! Even before the news said it, I already knew it. What do you both even know about that insane man?” Trinidad muttered.

“Ah…my head…” Trevor groaned in complete shock.

Then, another burst happened. Stacy came in with her friends behind her.

Albert and Anita too.

“Stacy!” Trinidad rushed worriedly to her. “Stacy, are you ok?”

“No…” Stacy shook her head, tears gathering in her eyes. “Where’s he? Where’s Thiago? His line is saying it doesn’t exist… please don’t let me run mad…where he?”

Trinidad shook her head. “We have no idea too. Trevor said he left immediately you left too.”

“Ahhh…” Stacy turned around as another bile rose in her throat.

Her eyes dimmed, her stomach churned, bones seeming to become dust under her skin.

Cove didn’t leave, right?

He didn’t burn hundred prisoners with the penitentiary five years ago, right?

Her hot breaths hung in her throt, refusing to go inside her.

She sweated on the temples, facing Albert and Anita who’re just entering.

Immediately Matteo saw Anita, she stopped walking. Matteo’s panic paused too.

He gasped.

Then…the final burst happened…. Cops poured into the room, search and arrest warrants held.

Without talking to anybody, ten of them started searching around for Cove, and two of them faced the people inside.

“Matteo Wolfe, you were his boss at the repair garage,”

“Was? No, I’m still his boss. I won’t deny him. Yeah, I know him, but right now I don’t know where he is too, and his identity came as a shock to me too.” Matteo replied sternly.

“Trevor Wolfe, you’re his adopted brother?” They asked.

“Yeah, and he’s the best brother in the world no matter what y’all say. If you’re going to jail us, then do. But one thing’s for sure…we don’t know where he is.” Trevor said.

“Trinidad Brooke?”

“I’m his best friend, and yeah…I have no idea where that Fuçker is too.” Trinidad nodded fast.

“Stacy Mon—”

“What Stacy?” Albert came forward, grabbing his daughter’s wrist.

“Sir—”

“They have nothing together. The bathroom picture he posted? Solid AI! He was obsessed with my daughter as the maniac that he is.’” Albert defended.

Stacy opened her mouth to talk against that, but Tania quickly covered Stacy’s mouth.

Albert dragged Stacy out, and her friends followed, but when Anita tried following, Matteo blocked her.

“We’ll need you for more questioning and phones scrutinization at the station, Matteo, Trevor and Trinidad. It won’t take an hour.” The cops said.

Trevor quickly grabbed Trinidad’s hand, and she didn’t shake it off.

“Sure,” she nodded at the cops.

“We should talk, Anita.” Matteo told the woman, nodding. “When I return from the station, let’s talk.”

Anita couldn’t even reply, cos her eyes are on the TV.

Another breaking news about the fake Dorian is out.

Jeremy Wolfe = Fake Dorian who locked real Dorian is an attic at his former apartment and then went ahead to start acting like the real Dorian for DIAMONDS.

Matteo faced the TV too, and when he saw the news, his head rang.

Jeremy Wolfe? Meaning Elmira twin?

He gasped.

Anita had to hold the wall for balance, head banging too.

To think she agreed to sabotage Albert just to get money to take Jeremy back, and now this? How crueller could Kaylee get to do this to her?

How???

She rushed out, and Matteo followed her immediately.

Now the cops are left with Trinidad and Trevor, and as they followed the cops out, Trinidad kept looking back at Dorian in the TV.

He’s currently getting wheeled out of the attic, and he’s unconscious.

“You’re finally out of your hole, rapist.” She muttered.

Trevor heard it and his eyes went up, but he didn’t ask about it till they were out of the room.

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[Dorian’s Mansion]

Dorian already took his insects out of their glass habitat… Now they’re inside a small box in his pocket, and he’s standing lonely in the middle of his room, staring at everything.

Vanity. Useless.

Everything that’s not his own.

Everything that came with his acting as Dorian.

They’re about to crash.

He was tracing the wall with his index as he walked out of the room, going to his in-house studio.

His fingers touched everything.

The drum set, guitar, piano, booth, microphones and earmuffs…

They’re all turning to dust in his eyes—as if he’s shedding that part of him away. He was never meant to become a singer.

Never his path.

The only hobby he has always had was ice skating, and the reason he chose to study Mass Comm was cos he wanted to meet Stacy.

So… maybe Mass Comm and ice skating are the only things he owns, but he’ll even part with those ones now. Who skates in jail?

A fleeting smile caught his lips, sadness crowning his eyes as he touched his perfectly framed portraits on the wall.

Goodbye, to this life.

The stumbling of legs alerted him that someone else is in this place with her, and his eyes swayed as he turned around gently.

Angela stood right there impatiently, holding a backpack where she had packed few of his clothings and visa.

She came closer, panting as she pushed the bag at his chest. “The airfield is still free! Go there, I poisoned the guards to stall for you. You can fly over to Seattle or Manhattan, and I’ll arrange for you to stay hidden before I’ll be able to fly you out of the country completely!”

Jeremy pushed the bag back to her, smirking. “I don’t need your help. I’m going to jail.”

“You’re just 24!” Angela yelled. “Are you gonna throw your life away just like that?”

“It’s none of your business, Angela.” Jeremy’s eyes went cold.

“Of course it is! I love you!”

And that was followed by the flinging of Jeremy’s palm to her face.

Her cheek heated up immediately the slap hit her like storm. She staggered.

His cold eyes bored into hers, warningly and meanly. “In this lifetime, I’ll ever only love Stacy! If in the end she doesn’t love me back, then I’ll stay single for life!”

Angela’s eyes widened.

And a shuffle of feet happened as cops poured in like ants in sugar. They surrounded the room, and he’s sure they’ve surrounded the house too. Their guns were pointed at his head.

Kaylee came in last, slapping him hard across the face before locking his collar in her palms.

Tears flowed out of her eyes pretentiously, and she slammed his back to the wall.

“You’ve been a fake? A deceiver? Why!!!! Why would you do that to my son? Why would you use the fact that you have his face to torment him? Why would you act like him for one good year!!! You acted so well I couldn’t even find out as his mother!!! You’re a terrorist!!!”

Her second and third slap met Jeremy’s face. She punched him too, and the boy bled from the lips, but he never even made a move.

He just stared at her like she’s his smallest problem right now.

“If not for the couple who suspected something was going on in your former apartment and broke in to discover the attic, you would have continued deceiving me, and DIAMONDS!!! You’re an animal!!! And you’ll rot in jail! I swear!!”

Her words felt like stone hitting a tree bark. Jeremy just stared on hopelessly. When you’re ready for consequences, nothing freaks you anymore, and that’s exactly the point.

He was handcuffed.

The coldness of the cuffs against his wrists nearly made him cry, but he locked up and followed the lead of the cops.

Outside, it felt like the whole of America had gathered to watch him.

DIAMONDS, reporters, the neighbors in the estate, and officers.

They’re all out…to watch his disgrace. His bones locked too.

He didn’t shed a tear.

He’s never gonna do that. He was ready for this, and his stance won’t shake.

Multiple raw eggs landed on him immediately, stones and buns and ice cream… even pizza.

They’re throwing him all sorta things while throwing words too…

• Actor!!! You deserve an Oscar!

• You should be buried alive!!

• I knew my Riri wouldn’t fight publicly for a girl! My Riri is too gentle for that!

• So you locked him up like a rat since last year? Shame on you!!!

• My Riri would never stop his fans from fighting for him! He’d never threaten us with his album withdrawal! I should have known!

• Fake!!! They should better destroy that face before they jail you.

• Jail? It should be death sentence! He killed Lynn too! He killed Scott’s sister and reports says he buried her body in a well I’m San Francisco!

• You’re the worse of evil!!!

• DIE!!!!

Before they even got to the police car, his body was filled with junks from the throws, and his face is bleeding from the stones.

The cops didn’t even try to stop the people from abusing him further.

It’s obvious they’re in heavy support.

Immediately he was pushed into the car, the cuffs felt heavier on his skin, but he still kept his tears at bay.

Then…he saw his mother.

Anita is just getting out of a taxi with Matteo, and they’re both struggling to enter the crowd to get to him.

That was enough to break him completely. He broke into tears, and the tears leaked on the cuffs on his wrist. His body trembled under the weight of his cruel fate.

Before Matteo and Anita could get to the front, the cops car already drive him away.

Matteo ran after the car, screaming.

“Son!!!!!!”

Hearing that, Jeremy cried harder. Finding out his father in this situation has to be worser than worse. He’s in shambles.

Kaylee was about to enter her own car to follow the cops when Anita knelt before her, grabbing the hem of her expensive dress.

“Kaylee, this isn’t fair! This wasn’t what we signed for! Why are you framing my son!!!”

Kaylee kicked her off with her heel, then smirked like a queen before getting in the car.

Anita got up, chasing after the car on the road, crying.

She knew she wouldn’t catch up, but she kept chasing.

She betrayed Albert for this, and now what? Her son is gone?

It can’t be real.

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[Young Mansion]

The mansion is in disarray right now as everyone is hurriedly getting dressed to get on the flight to San Francisco.

Lynn was said to have been buried in a well in San Francisco in the news, so Silas immediately booked a flight for everyone including Owen and Kane… even Reid is going.

Silas threw on his coat, sniffling like he wants to cry. He still has to play the sweetest father alive anyways.

They’re gonna be checking for Lynn’s skeleton in the well maybe it’s really her. Scott is surely gonna recognize her skeletons.

Scott was already crying profusely as they marched out of the house.

Kane tried to touch his shoulder, but he shifted away before it could touch.

Owen saw that and touched his shoulder.

Scott just cried harder.

Kane looked at Reid with heavy hurt in his eyes.

The fact that he can’t console Scott right now is a wound to him.

Seeing him cry is hard to watch.

He wants to hug him.

Reporters are outside, asking questions to feed their news, but no one is ready to answer.

Each got in their cars, and they drove off to the airport.

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[Remo’s Mansion]

Standing by the window of his in-house arcade, Remo has a small Sh|t-eating grin on his face as if the chaos ongoing in the world was nothing to him which is true.

He swirled the ice in his cup and drank, releasing another grin.

“Gawd, I’ve never imagined a person would shake the world like this! I mean….what’s this if not brains!”

He turned around to face his friends who’re sitting on the snooker table.

Max is back from the hospital, and he looks rotten in the face with wounds from Reid. He’s only breathing.

“Cove isn’t the only one shaking the world. There’s Jeremy too… He locked real Dorian in an attic and also killed Lynn?” Frank said.

“Forget about Jeremy. Jeremy surrendered, didn’t he? But you see that bastard Cove? Or should I say Thiago? The cops can’t find him! No one knows where he Fuçkin is!! He’s a legend and now I know why I liked him at first. My likeness for him is seriously coming back in folds!” Remo laughed.

He dumped his curved glass on the floor, crashing it wastefully. His arms went akimbo. “He must be having so much fun watching the cops look for him cos I’m sure he’s watching! How I wish I came from his family too! d@mn, Thiago X?. The name alone is doom!”

“Can you stop fanboying him?” Max groaned slowly.

Remo widened his arms, nodding excitedly. “But Jeremy is tough too. Killing Lynn and locking real Dorian up? Now I get why he was friends with Cove.”

“Don’t compare them, dude. Cove killed hundred prisoners. He burned them. That sicko is even five years older than everyone” Frank frowned.

“Reason why I can’t stop talking about him!” Remo laughed out again. ” I’m nineteen so he’s got six years on me. I should tryna be his little bunny, and now my videos of Kaylee? It’s useless against Jeremy cos Kaylee ain’t even his mother. I’ll just leave it for dad to use against Kaylee.”

He walked over the broken glass and went for the door, but he suddenly looked back. “I wonder how Scott is doing though. That soft bastard loved his sister like a girlfriend, and now she’s suddenly bones in a well?”

“He has Kane,” Max stated.

“We’re his friends. He Fuçked up, but he deserves sympathy about Lynn at least.” Remo rolled eyes and left.

“What’s wrong with Remo today?” Frank said suspiciously.

“Thought you wouldn’t ask.” Max grunted, touching his face.

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[Penitentiary]

The VIP of the penitentiary houses just one person—Zendaya’s dad. He sat like a king on his couch, legs mounted on the table in front of him as he watched the chaos with a smile on his lips. A guard is behind him, fanning him despite the blowing AC.

“Increase the volume of the TV,” he ordered gruffly, and the guard obeyed, picking the remote to turn it up.

Mr. Brown’s laughter increased.

His crooked set of molars are so hard to look at. His stomach looks like a ball.

“Now Albert only has to die, and the chaos will be complete.” He sighed loudly, tapping the chair armrest.

A visitor was reported to be here for him, and he was led out of the VIP to the visiting net.

As expected, Zendaya sat on the other side of the net, her round, big hat covering her face.

It left just her plump lips out—she got lip fillers, actually.

“What good news has my beautiful daughter got for me today?” Mr. Brown leaned in carefully, elbows pressing the table hard wood.

“According to Anita’s write-up, in a week, Albert has a public fundraising ceremony to attend. He’ll be offed in that ceremony.” Zendaya said, voice merciless, devoid of pity.

Mr. Brown’s crooked teeth protruded out of his mouth as his laughter spilled out darkly.

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[Montana Mansion]

The girls are still here, even Albert.

They’re all in Stacy’s room with her, and while the girls followed every update online on their phones, Stacy kept trying Cove’s line.

She has heard ‘this line doesn’t exist’ for almost hundred times, but still…

She kept trying.

She didn’t stop.

Never paused.

Once it stops, she’d dial again.

“Oh my gawd Jeremy is never coming out I swear! DIAMONDS, Kaylee Wesley and Dorian are surrounding him. There’s no escape route. Also, he didn’t even deny!” Kehlani said.

“I pity Lynn so much. If her body is really found in that well in San Francisco, Scott would be broken. Oh, my captain.” Tania said pitifully, her expression bereaved.

“Cove’s location? Still unknown, but he’s surely still in LA. He hasn’t flown out. Trinidad and Trevor’s phones were scrutinized and nothing pointed to his location.” Tasha said.

“Tomorrow’s march has been cancelled cos of Scott,” Tania said.

“It’s worth it, Scott would cry too much,” Tasha supplied.

“I hope they catch Cove Thiago soon. Such criminal shouldn’t walk the earth surface,” Kehlani said.

“You think?” Tania scoffed. “You didn’t hear his history? He’s the only ultra-genius alive in the world right now. With that brain of his, catching him would remain a thought.”

“Stop! Everyone!” Stacy suddenly screamed out, blocking her ears with her palms. “Stop!!!”

With mouths agape, the girls faced her and Albert himself.

Tears flowed out of her eyes, and her palms refused to leave her ears. Her body is shaking, so bad.

Albert sat with her in bed, taking her palms away from her ears. He rubbed his palms together and placed them on her ears instead.

“From now on, you have nothing to do with Thiago X or Covey Fabio or wh@tëver. Thankfully, there was no intimacy, so you getting his dirty offsprings in you is a no too. Calm down, and just sleep, I’ll take care of everything.” He assured.

His secretary call made him leave the room, and Stacy gasped, wiping snot from her nose.

Before any of the girls could come close, she bolted out of the room and went to her late mum’s room.

Now she remembers that when Cove penetrated her two weeks ago at the cemetery house, he most likely released in her cos she washed semen away from her coochie that night.

With shaky hands, she opened her mum’s private drawer and pulled out a park of card-like stuff.

Insta-answer strips was written on it…her mum’s last project before she died. These strips would detect even three days old pregnancies.

No need of blood. No need of urine.

You only have to spit.

As she removed one from the pack of strips, her heart was slamming, threatening to burst out of her ribcage to the floor.

She ran to close the door and locked it, her eyes refusing to look at the test strip for a moment…

If it’s positive, the strip line turns blue, but negative is pink.

Summoning her boldness, she gathered saliva in her mouth and spat on the strip line.

Hot sweat fell from her forehead to her palm as she waited.

Her world rotated, swung, went in a dangerous circle.

As she waited for the results, her heartbeats refused to stop coming rapid. She’d die if it comes any faster.

Her chest was drumming.

When the result started forming, she threw her eyes away, refusing to look at the strip.

“Thiago, where are you?” She muttered, feeling tears falling out of her eyes again. She nearly broke down.

This is too much in a day, and now she’s about to find out her own fate in all of this.

She’s not strong enough.

“Thiago,” she sniffled, surging courage to raise the rest strip.

She held her breaths as she returned her eyes to it.

Her eyes blurred, she closed her palm on her mouth cos…

Right on the test strip result line… Sat color BLUE.