Reckless - S01 E87

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Reckless - S01 E87

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 87

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[Next Day, No Sleep Garage]

For the umpteenth time, Trevor checked the gate for Trinidad, but there’s no sign of her.

He has been waiting since noon, and it’s dusk already.

She promised to come see him cos he has been lonely as fûck these days.

No Cove. No Matteo.

He has been sleeping and waking alone in the garage.

Though, he has the credit card Cove gave to him and the one Stacy gave to him, and he could easily buy a house for himself, but who’s he gonna leave the garage for?

He can’t just leave Matteo’s property.

He rested his back on the gate, checking the news again.

Thiago X got caught

immediately he entered Australia yesterday, and now he’s in jail.

Is that even true?

No pictures or videos of his capturing.

Just articles and the speech from his half-sister Shelby.

But why is he badly wanting him to be jailed even if it’s for few years?

Jail won’t hurt that heartless monster, but at least it’d keep him grounded.

He deserves hell for what he did to Stacy. How could a man be that cruel?

The poor girl has no chance of getting pregnant again in the future, and now the baby in her belly might be born with sickle cell cos the abortion syrup would definitely affect it.

How does Cove’s Fuçked up brain even work?

Trevor pocketed his phone after reading enough, and he finally heard a honk in front of the gate.

He turned and opened the entrance with a smile, but the smile fell when he saw a car instead of Trinidad’s Ducati bike.

A woman came out of the car, looking impatient.

“I need to fix my car tires. I gotta be in the airport to catch my flight back to Italy in twenty minutes!” He said in clean Italian.

“I’m sorry but the garage ain’t open for work right now.” Trevor replied in Italian too.

The woman frowned, her eyes softening. “You’re… Italian?”

“We’re not open for work, madame.” Trevor insisted, not wanting to see anyone that’s not Trinidad.

“Are you Italian? How old are you?” The woman pressed on, coming closer quick.

“I might be Italian with my accent, I dunno. I was five when I walked into an orphanage. They said the only thing I could say was my age and name—Trevor. I don’t know my parents, dunno where I’m from. And I’m 16 now…” He said.

The woman finally got to him and brushed his hair apart behind his ear. Right there, there’s a deep scar line on his scalp.

She gasped, throwing her palm over her mouth as she held Trevor’s shoulder.

“It’s really you….it’s really, really…you. it’s you…how…how are you still alive? How are you still…. alive?” She cried.

With a frown, Trevor looked her up and down, sighing.

“I dunno what you’re talking about?”

“Trevor Morano, that’s your given name. You’re my long lost son, baby. The long lost heir of Morano Group Of Companies down in Sicily. You’re Sicilian.” She explained, rubbing his face, hair, shoulders.

Her tears kept running.

Trevor shook her off and stepped back, shaking his head.

“I don’t wanna do this right now, seriously.” He shook his head, then he went for the gate.

But before he could enter, his neck was th-ru_sted with a pin from behind, and his body went slump.

He fell in the woman’s arms…

“I’m so sorry, but I can’t lose you again after finding you… We’re going home right now.” She sniffled.

She guided his body to her car alone, and in one more minute, she drove off speedily.

Thirty more minutes whisked past before Trinidad could show up, and immediately she got down from her bike and saw Trevor’s phone on the ground, she panicked.

“Trevor!!” She shouted, running inside the garage fearfully.

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