Reckless - S01 E83

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Reckless - S01 E83

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 83

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[A Church, 9PM]

Even lost ghosts can’t suddenly think of this place as their hiding place. Places of secrecy are supposed to be dark, shadowy, and secretive.

But this church is only a few inches away from the largest supermarket in LA. It’s a well-known church, planted behind a wide, rusty gate.

Cypress and pine trees surrounded the environment, some leaning over the fences, and they’re blowing cool, refreshing air around.

Normally, the Priest would be receiving air at the balcony beside the sanctuary now, but he’s not there.

The gate is wide opened though, and members are coming in to ask for his usual counseling, but the alter servants replies remained the same; Priest is on a sudden spiritual trip.

Since the Priest is fond of taking impromptu trips at times, the members didn’t suspect anything.

The alter servants are the ones attending cordially to the members.

They look normal, but they’re shaking under their clothes cos if any of them moves funny, their blood would paint the pinewood floors.

At the last railings of the church, Eleven and Ten stood like warriors, gun intact in their pockets and eyes scanning the alter servants at the base for any foul play.

A wooden net-like panel from the ceiling covered their faces, so none of the members can see them.

But the alter servants are aware of their presence, and the more they think about the fact that they can die anytime from now, the more fearful they become cos…

They’ve heard the news about Thiago X, and what he can do.

On that railings, Ten faced Eleven, their gazes holding equal level of poison. “They know how to behave good,” Ten said.

Eleven smirked, dragging his eyes back to the base to scan the members receiving counselling.

He scoffed at the Mary statue not far from the sacred alter.

“Who wouldn’t stay good at the mention of Thiago?”

“I’ll go check how it’s going in the other room.” Ten said

Eleven nodded, and Ten disappeared down the back railings.

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The donation room of the church is in total darkness, but even in the darkness, the grunts of a male could be heard—low and distorted.

For three long minutes, the grunting refused to stop, and as if to respond to it, a switch sounded, and a lone light came on from the wall.

Bright enough to brighten only a part of the room where the Priest is on the floor, arms tied behind him and a gag hanging hard between his teeth.

He’s not even struggling to get free cos it’s impossible anyways, but he’s struggling to say something, which is why he has been grunting.

He’s got folds all-over his face, even on the cheek. He’s nearly potbellied, but gawd saved him.

The single light might have shone only on him, but slight rays of it reached the other side of the wall where a tall shadow stood.

The fire from his cigarette looked like a flying ember in the dim light, and his hand is still up the wall where he had touched the switch.

Smokes from the cigar curled up like evil spirits.

He let go of the switch, his presence choky as he took slow steps into the light in the middle. His shadow looked intimidating on the ground

He crouched, and the lights shone on one part of his face.

He looks like a different person—like the former Cove had been a play which is actually true.

The Cove he has been acting has disappeared from his bloodstream now. This is This to, the real him.

The little specks of warmth in his eyes whenever he was with Stacy is now gone. His coldness doubled. Like an unforgivable sin, he smirked.

The dangerous smokes hit the Priest’s face, and the man struggled to cough with the black gag.

“Can you pray for my half-sister Shelby?” Cove nodded at the Priest. “Pray to your gawd on her behalf and ask your gawd for long life for her cos she made wanted in the whole world. Suddenly, I’m popular again, and now everyone knows my face.”

Again, the helpless Priest struggled to talk. Nothing intelligible came out. It’s like a baby trying to force out his first sentence.

Cove ripped the gag away from his mouth, and the Priest gasped for air.

“I think you need the prayers more! You should pray for redemption and forgiveness of sins! You can still be saved! Believe me! Mother Mary won’t forsake you!”

Cove gave him a blank stare for a second like a boring Broadway show, then he laughed shortly. It was humorless, dark, and hollowed like it didn’t come from his chest.

It sounded like it was coming from his messed up head.

The Priest watched him quietly till his laughter stopped.

“It’s Mother Mary? I forgot this is a catholic church, my bad.” He dragged smokes into his lungs. “But you thinking I believe in anything is actually a proof that you’re a dîck. Mother Mary? Gawd? Do they really exist?” He looked him in the eye.

“You can still be saved, Thiago X. You were born in sin, your family history is the darkest, but believe me…gawd loves sinners…” The Priest continued his preaching.

“Why didn’t your gawd descend to save you when I entered here and captured you and ordered your alter servants to act like you’re on a trip?” Cove’s voice fell in pitch.

Now, the Priest went mute.

“I should kill you for polluting my special ears, but I don’t fancy using guns, and I can’t set you on fire cos that’d attract unwanted suspicion. I h@të choking people to death cos it’s too simple. You’re so d@mn lucky…” Cove continued.

“Shelby would like you. That bîtch doesn’t joke witch church, and now she wants me gone. Tough.”

Ten entered the room, and Cove rose gallantly.

“The chaos will only grow larger. Shelby will keep pouring fuel in the fire, we can’t stay here too long. I think we have to fly out of this city soon.” Ten said.

“I still have a week left, and I won’t leave this city just because Shelby wants it. I’ll leave when I want.” Cove glared. “Get me my laptop.”

Ten went ahead to get the laptop, and Cove sat on the only chair in the room, opening the laptop to complete work on his flight discretion.

“But, T…” Ten said.

Cove didn’t reply.

He didn’t stop working on his system too. His fingers moved on the keys madly fast like he’s a robot.

Now his typing speed is faster.

This is his real speed.

His breathings are irregular. It’s not flowing well, and it’s obviously because of her absence.

Only Satan knows how he’d hold up when he finally flies out.

“Stacy, Trevor and Trinidad… Matteo too.” Ten continued.

Cove still didn’t reply, so Ten went totally silent.

Cove switched to his OBSCURE lens on his laptop, selecting Stacy’s account. Her face came to view.

He saw her in her room at her father’s mansion.

She’s crying under the sheets.

His eyes did that twitch twice.

“Find out why she’s in tears,” he told Ten. “And waste whoever is the cause of it even if it’s her father.”

Ten took a slight bow and rushed out of the room.

The Priest on the ground grunted again, uncomfortably.

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[Roxy’s Atelier]

Elmira sat on the couch, legs mounted as she watched Roxy paint canvas by the wall.

Roxy is painting a lion and it’s cub, and even though Elmira is staring at it, her mind is elsewhere. She took one of Roxy’s clean breaths tom-tom on the table and unwrapped, throwing it in her mouth

“Miss your family?” Roxy asked from the front of her canvas.

She didn’t even look at Elmira as she asked the question.

Her head is still red. It’d take years for the paint to peel off no matter the sick money her father spends. Also, her skin is still full of scars and unhealed wounds from the beatings, and those will take years to heal completely too.

Her clutches is still under her arm as she painted, cos she’s still not balanced well on the ground. She still needs it to walk.

Elmira looked up at her, resting her chin on her knuckle.

“Why would I be missing my family? It’s my mum’s fault for selling Jeremy out for money. I’d have tried to pity him, but when he was rich, acting as Dorian, did he remember me as his twin? No. That bastard couldn’t even send me a penny! So….no. mum deserves what’s happening to her right now, and Jeremy deserves even more. Kaylee should kill him.”

Roxy chuckled, putting finishing touches on what she’s canvassing. “I’m sure reporters would have fleeted your place right now, waiting for you to come give your piece.

Reporters will have a long week gathering sweet news.”

“Reason why I came here,” Elmira sighed, picking another TomTom. “I don’t wanna handle reporters right now. I have nothing to say to them.”

“I’ll tell my dad to send his guards to chase the reporters away from your place,” Roxy said, finally facing her. Her face looks drawn out of an horror story. “After all, you’re my adopted sister.”

“Thank you, sis.” Elmira smiled.

Roxy sat in front of her and opened a wrap of Cocaine which she brought to her nose to sniff.

“Easy,” Elmira advised.

“How did the contract go that day? Gist me.” Roxy urged.

Elmira sat upright, elbows resting on her knees. “Last year January, mum got a call from San Francisco, and a private jet was sent to fly her over, so I followed her to that city. Getting there, we found out it was Kaylee Wesley who had summoned us.”

“She had mistakenly killed Lynn and a taxi driver, and she wants to cover it up and make Jeremy act like her comatose son. In return, she’d forget about my mom’s loan debt. The rule for I and mum was that we must become strangers to Jeremy. We mustn’t interact or even look at him if we see him. She promised to sponsor my uni and she put me in RIDE last year. But that stingy bîtch only sponsored first semester before I met you and Trinidad, and you both took over my sponsoring from second semester.”

Roxy nodded.

“For your brother to not spend on you when he was acting as Dorian, it just means it was part of the contract to not spend a dime from Kaylee’s money on his family.”

“I don’t care, Roxy!” Elmira stood. “I don’t care! He’s smart! He could have sent constant money without making Kaylee suspect, but he abandoned mum and I. Mum might deserve his abandonment but not me!”

“Fine, fine…” Roxy raised her hands in surrender. “Enough of your shattered family drama.”

“Yeah, enough of it,” Elmira smirked. “It’s hightime you reveal Trinidad’s secret to me!”

Roxy laughed loudly, the sound deeply unsettling. “That’s my own personal trump card. You’ll only know about it when I decide to reveal it to the public.”

“I am your best friend, not the public!” Elmira snapped.

Roxy’s next sentence was interrupted by the entry of someone else, and their necks turned to look.

Zendaya walked in powerfully, her heels knocking the ground. She picked a tomtom from the table, unwrapped and placed it on her tongue without talking to them.

“I couldn’t come to the Plaza party that night cos I was busy, but now that I’m here, let’s make it worth it,” she shrugged, raising her brows. “Why not welcome me to your circle?”

Roxy smiled like a witcher.

Elmira scoffed in agreement.

“What should we be? Champz Girls?” Zendaya shrugged.

“Welcome to the circle,” Roxy kept up her witchy smile.

“I have nothing to say to you. Sit if you want.” Elmira scoffed.

Zendaya smiled widely, feeling like she finally found her deserved circle.

“The ongoing chaos is nothing compared to the upcoming one next week.” She said.

“Now I’m interested,” Elmira blinked.

“You’re a bad Bîtch, Zendaya Brown.” Roxy laughed interestedly.

“Wait for it. Now it’s Stacy’s turn to shed tears. Tania will cry too for supporting Stacy the most.” Zendaya promised wickedly.

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[Police Station]

Two cases are heavy on the police table the most, and it’s so easy to make guesses about them.

Cove/Thiago X case.

Jeremy/Dorian/Lynn case.

Though, the Lynn in Jeremy’s case hasn’t been confirmed. It’d only be confirmed once Scott and his family reaches the well in San Francisco.

Trinidad and Trevor just finished their questioning with the cops, and the Fuçkers are liars.

They said they weren’t gonna spend more than an hour, but they’ve been here for five hours, asking questions and getting scrutinized.

Trinidad felt like her arse hurts as they finally stood. They’ve been sitting for too long.

“Hide well, ice prince. Don’t even let me catch your headlights,” she muttered. “Wonder how Stacy is doing.” She sighed.

“You should worry about yourself too, you look pale!” Trevor said.

Trinidad looked at the time, seeing it’s past 11pm.

She brought a pill bottle out of her pocket and shook one to her palm, then swallowed it without water.

“That’s flu drug,” she told Trevor. “I get cold easily these days.”

Trevor instantly took off his jacket and gave it to her.

“Don’t try to reject it. You might be taller than me now, but in few years, I’ll grow taller, so manage it.”

With a smile, Trinidad took it and put it on, roughing his hair.

“Thank you, Trevor.”

“Do you think Wizard is gonna be found?” He asked earnestly.

Trinidad scoffed. “Your brother isn’t just Wizard for fun. You don’t hear his family name? They’re not even close to humans in that family, and him? He’s ultra, so I’m sure he’s hiding in am unsuspected place and watching the chaos. Catching him is like a dream.” Trinidad explained.

Trevor nodded, and as they head out of the station, they could see different batches of cops going out in different cars, switching duties and papers, renewing arrest warrant all because of Cove. Good luck to them.

But…in the questioning room made of glass, Jeremy is inside, cuffed wrists on the table and face unapologetic like he’s proud of what he did.

Anita and Matteo are trying to enter the room, but Kaylee made sure the cops won’t allow it.

Kaylee herself is sitting majestically at the back, still crying so much.

Pity works faster here. She needs to cry harder to gain pity.

Half of the cops are looking at her with pitiful eyes. Such good, nice woman whose real son got locked up in an attic since last year.

She has been living with a fake doppelganger.

She didn’t deserve it.

“Jeremy!” Anita stomped her palms on the glass of the room, but the room is soundproof.

They can hear what Jeremy is saying inside through the speakers on the wall, but Jeremy can’t hear them, so she’s just screaming uselessly.

“Jeremy!! Jeremy you didn’t do it!!!! Why do you keep saying you did it!!!!! Are you trying to have me killed? Huh? Jeremy please! Tell them the truth! It’s all Kaylee!!! Kaylee and her son started this!!! Jeremy!!!!”

“Son!” Matteo added. “I know we’re just meeting, but it can’t end like this! You can’t end up in jail or death sentence! Just tell them you’re innocent and I promise to borrow loans from everyone I know and make sure you win the case even if it costs my life! Say you’re innocent and let’s take it to court!!!”

Matteo cried harder than Anita as he slammed the wall glass too.

But Jeremy ain’t hearing a thing from inside the room.

“Yeah. I knocked Dorian to coma and mistakenly killed Lynn in the process. I even killed a taxi driver too. I buried them in the well and locked Dorian in the attic just to act like him. Court? That’d be unnecessary. I admit everything I did so just throw me in jail already.” He said to the interrogators expressionlessly.

“No…. Jeremy no!!!” Anita hit the wall harder, using her haad too.

“Son! You can’t do this! Please give me the chance to know you! I can’t believe you were paying me per minute for Cove’s time back then and I had no clue you were my son!!! Please don’t do this to us!!” Matteo cried like a child.

“Aren’t you the boss to the wanted criminal Thiago?” A cop said. “Now you’re a father to the second criminal Jeremy? What a man.”

“What do you mean by that?” Matteo followed the cop. “What do you mean by that? My son is in there, lying on himself!!!” He yelled, grabbing the cops collar so hard.

“What do you mean!!!”

Taking the opportunity, Anita rushed to Kaylee and dragged her legs, pulling her down from her chair.

“Woman!” Kaylee shouted.

“You wench!!! Destroying my son was your goal from the get go, right? This was your plan from the start!!! I promise you I’ll get back at you!!! You won’t escape my wrath! The top one person you shouldn’t mess with is a wounded mother! I had my twins in hardship and you can’t take my son from me! I’m going to kill you!!!”

Kaylee didn’t touch her, she just resumed crying loud, and the cops sprang into action.

They roughly dragged Anita away from her.

“Is it a sin to be nice? Is it a sin that my son is nice too? Why do you want us down bad?” Kaylee cried loudly.

Anita was handcuffed, and as the metal snapped around her wrist, fresh tears sprang.

Matteo was handcuffed too, and both were thrown into the holding cell.

“Matteo….” Trevor muttered where he’s standing with Trinidad.

“I once revoked Kaylee’s order when Cove was arrested, I won’t be able to do it again cos this ain’t my dad’s jurisdiction.” Trinidad said.

She left the station with Trevor, and outside is worse.

DIAMONDS are everywhere. Front, back, right and left side of the station with their cardboards raised.

They’re silent, but they all have tears on their faces, and the words on their cardboards spoke for them…

• JAIL JEREMY WOLFE!

• OUR IDOL DORIAN AND HIS MOTHER MUSTN’T SUFFER IN VAIN!

• KILL JEREMY WOLFE!

• LISTEN TO THE CRIES OF DIAMONDS!

• JEREMY HAS TO BE JAILED!

• THROW THE MONKEY BEHIND BARS! DESTROY HIS FACE!!

• HE DOESN’T DESERVE TO BE RIRI’S DOPPELGANGER!

• KILL THE BASTARD!!

Trinidad couldn’t even read much before proceeding to her bike with Trevor, sighing.

“The end of this case is obvious,” she muttered. “Jeremy can’t escape jail.”

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