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[Book 2 in The Untamed Duet]
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Copyright © 2026
By Naomi Cindy B.
All rights reserved.
No part of this publication may be copied or reposted without a prior written permission from ME.
CHAPTER 3-4
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Hush filled the whole house instantly. The burning candle on top of the cake lurched.
The ladies held their breaths immediately those words came out of the little guy’s mouth.
But he looks too serious as he stared at the fire on the cake candle as if he doesn’t wanna blow it out.
The little fire reflected the thick hate in his eyes…
Too much for a six year old.
He couldn’t stop.
“Baby, you should blow some air now.” Stacy reminded when her voice crawled out of her throat.
Louis blew out the candle eventually, and the lights of the house came back on, splashing on everything again.
“Happy 6th birthday Louis!” They chorused. He responded with a big handsome smile and a low clap.
“Y’all can go on and party till morning! I’m gonna go sleep now! I’ll start receiving gifts in the morning.” He said firmly and planted deep, affectionate kisses on Stacy’s cheeks.
He waved at his aunties before rushing upstairs fast, his little feet pattering the floor like rain thuds.
A minute later, it’s just the ladies downstairs. They released their breaths they’ve been holding, and Stacy blinked at them.
“Damn, chill,” She said.
“What do you mean chill?” Tasha gasped. “We all heard what he said, Stacy. It’s already enough that his father’s genes is trying to take over him, but you had to tell him about his father too? Now he’s nursing these evil thoughts? He’s still too young, babe. Too young.” Tasha scoffed.
“Y’all know how he is,” Stacy shrugged, wanting to throw another ice cube into her mouth, but Trinidad took the cup of ice from her entirely.
“You’ve been chewing this stuff since we got here, c’mon! Too much ain’t good for ya health!” Trinidad said.
“That’s what she eats like a witch when she’s on her period.” Kehlani said, and Stacy pouted.
“So I kept a diary last year and wrote about my uni mistakes… How bad his father was and how silly I was. And that son of mine read it when I wasn’t looking. I caught him, took the diary and burned it. He has been quiet about it since then. I didn’t expect him to have been nursing these kinda thoughts.” Stacy shrugged.
“What were you expecting? You know how adult-like his brain works. The day I saw him solving highschool math last year, I gave up that day. You mean to tell me when he clocks 7, he’ll be solving uni math? … Let me even tell you I get scared of him at times…” Tania did a fake tremble.
“Stop!” Stacy laughed.
“Yeah, stop.” Trinidad seriously said. “Ain’t no way he’s taking after his father in wickedness. He’s Louis.”
“He’s my priceless most handsome son.” Stacy winked.
“He’s not just your son, Stacy.” Tania said. “He’s our son too, so yeah… whatever it takes to flush these characteristics out of him”
“Sure,” Stacy nodded.
They got up as Trinidad got them red wine glasses that matches each of their PJs colors.
Stacy’s Pink, Tania’s Burgundy, Tasha’s White, Kehlani’s Green, and Trinidad’s Red.
Their glasses went up, and pictures started clicking aggressively.
—
[Scott’s Mansion, 1AM]
Scott’s car door slammed to a rough close when he stepped out tiredly, holding his white suit in hand.
His fingers are already curled around his neck tie.
His suit landed on the ground by the main door, and as he stepped further and further inside, the mansion lights kept turning on above his head.
The tie shoulda come off by now, but it ain’t unknotting.
He angrily used his two hands, dragging the tie out roughly.
It left a round red mark on that neck, but he didn’t give a damn.
He threw the tie away.
Over the six years, he grew taller, but angrier and impatient.
He thought the death of Silas and the closure of Lynn’s death would do him, but it did nothing.
He has been drowning figuratively.
He wouldn’t have taken over his bastard father’s company, but his mother worked hard with Silas to build that company, so he wasn’t gonna just dump his mother’s efforts.
Also, he needed something to give his attention to, and he chose work. He became a workaholic.
And he’s always coming home late from work like right now. Sometimes he even works overnight.
He went for a warm shower and came back downstairs to make omelette and bread for himself.
He was cracking the eggs when he remembered he got a text earlier, and he checked his phone.
Idiotic Remo: Wanna hang out with the guys for dinner? The bitches are in the city. Whatchu say?
Scott just dropped the phone without replying like he read nothing.
Good luck to them on their dinner.
He finished making the food for himself and went out to eat at the dinning. The big house seems to be echoing with just him inside, but he loves aloneness echoes anyways.
The scars on his skin are gone now, thanks to doctors, and facially? He looks cuter, but meaner.
He was scrolling online on his phone as he ate, and he frowned when he saw the reunion news.
So far in RIDE, their set remains the wildest and most chaotically active so a reunion would be a bomb, and he’s sure that’s what they’re after.
Chaos.
Cos they’re saying the reunion will last for days.
Why?
He doesn’t even wanna see any of his old schoolmates especially the one who played fake-gay and shit.
He dropped his phone, drank some water, and his phone began ringing almost immediately.
It’s his secretary.
“Yes?” Scott picked.
“Sir, I pasted the vacancy for a new secretary to take my spot, and we got five applicants, but you didn’t review their credentials before leaving the office.” The secretary reported.
Scott rubbed the side of his lips before speaking…”do it.”
“Sir?”
“Do it,” Scott repeated. “You’re the one who wanted to quit without notice, so why should I undergo the stress of reviewing? Interview them yourself and pick anyone you see fit for the job. Don’t stress me.”
“I get it, sir.” The secretary gave in and hung up.
Scott immediately received another text from Remo.
Idiotic Remo: You be missing out here, dawg! Where you at???
“Fûck, he’s exhausting me…” Scott sighed, turning off his phone.
—
[Dinner Place]
“This damn dude switched off on me!” Remo shouted after trying Scott’s line and hearing switched off.
“You’ve been bombarding him with texts, what were you expecting?” Frank laughed. “He hates bugging.”
“Getting tired of the brotherhood is a damn sin!” Remo rolled eyes.
“What the fûck is wrong with your arse?” Max spoke up. “Leave him alone. He’s obviously not healed from Kane’s deception, so let him be.”
“I hate when you’re so understanding, Maxwell.” Remo pointed a finger at him.
Max laughed, and they looked back at the table behind them where the ladies are playing snooker.
Their dinner ended three hours ago, but none went home. They stayed, intending to have fun till daybreak.
“You gotta be the luckiest man in America, Max. You’re getting married to THE Elmira.” Frank said.
“What about you?” Max smacked his lips. “Why aren’t you with Zendaya?”
“I fucked her once before she left the city last year, and that’s it.” Frank shrugged. “She’s poor in bed, got bored. How can a girl not know how to rock her hips while riding a cóvk?”
Remo let out a hoarse grin.
“You better not let Roxy hear that. The bîtch is always defending her friends.” Max said.
“And why the fûck should I be scared of Roxy?” Frank frowned. “The only reason I’m rolling with her is cos she’s my big cocaine client.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Max grabbed his phone. “Need to use the restroom.”
He left them, and Frank shifted close to Remo.
“When the fûck is your dad gonna use Kaylee’s videos?” He asked. “Kaylee has been ruling for three years now and my patience is dry.”
“Dad knows what he’s doing. Yunno he loves shocks. But this year is surely the year. Kaylee will soon lose composure.” Remo shrugged.
“Love me some shit show” Frank chuckled.
“You didn’t hear that the Glitz are in Los Angeles too?” Remo asked.
“Stacy’s son turns 6 tomorrow. She has been posting about it since last week, so I knew her friends would surely come.” Frank nodded.
“Glitz?” Roxy joined them.
“Ain’t playing snooker no more?” Frank said.
“I heard Glitz,” Roxy sat and lit a roll of fat weed for herself.
“Glitz?” Zendaya appeared by her right side.
“Did you just say Glitz?” Elmira appeared by her left.
“You three are enemies with them, but funny how y’all get restless at the mention of Glitz. Low as fûck,” Remo muttered, pouring alcohol.
Zendaya immediately caught him by the collar, dragging him up. “You do not dare compare us to them! We’re Champz! They’re all shameless whores who depend on their Dada’s money, but we’re selfmade! No one’s restless, we just hate them so much we hate hearing their name!”
“Let go of my collar, Zendaya, or—”
“Or what?” Elmira cut Remo off with a bitchy smirk.
“Yeah that’s right,” Roxy nodded. “Or what? What are you gonna do to her if she doesn’t let go?”
Remo smiled with an unhinged cruelness hanging in his eyes, and Zendaya let go of his collar slowly.
“And watch how we destroy that birthday party!” She promised.
“Tuff,” Frank nodded.
..
In the restroom, Max got his business done and was scrolling on IG as he stepped out, but the internet is an hypocrite, really.
He scrolled past something, and he paused.
Slowly, he scrolled back up.
It’s Kehlani’s IG post an hour ago in Stacy’s mansion.
Kehlani is on the ground on all fours, arse shooting up, and Stacy is behind her, moulding her arse with icing.
There are pictures of Trinidad and Tasha straddling each other and touching each other’s boobs too.
Even Tania who’s on her wheelchair pulled down her PJs slightly in the front, popping up her breàsts with her tongue out.
They all look genuinely geeked, unbothered like real badasses bitches. But Max’s eyes stayed on Kehlani anyways.
He unfollowed her cos of Elmira, and now that the algorithm brought her account to his news feed, he felt the resurgence in his chest again.
Kehlani is prettier than ever. Those eyes got greener he started zooming in on her just to view her face clearly.
Realizing he’s already going too far, he left IG and was about to return to the main room when Zendaya showed up.
“This ain’t the females.” He said.
“I know, but I’m using this place,” she nodded. “I hate following rules.”
“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, getting out of the way.
She entered, and she didn’t bother shutting the door before lowering her brown net pants to pee.
Max caught a glimpse of her bouncing butt before he turned around and walked down the hall.
—
[Washington DC, White House]
The White House rose in authoritatively, it’s white-painted façade glowing even under the moon.
Tall Ionic columns hold up a curved portico, and perfectly trimmed lawns stretch outward, broken only by fountains and guarded pathways.
Black iron fencing ringed the estate, and beyond it, the structure feels both grand and distant.
Inside, the air is more refined. Polished marble floors reflect the glow of chandeliers while long corridors are lined with historic portraits and gold-framed mirrors.
Every room carries elegance—cream walls, rich drapery, antique furniture, and each piece is neat.
Deeper inside, there are offices where papers are neatly stacked.
The famous Oval Office stood out with the long resolute desk, the space screaming both endless power and strange intimacy.
Angela is currently kneeling inside Dorian’s room, a small cup in her hand which contains a white, sticky-looking liquid.
Dorian’s sperm.
Dorian himself is sitting in front of her—at the foot of his bed, staring at her with vile eyes.
He threw a slice of bread at her, and it fell right in front of Angela.
He smiled brusquely, the grills on his teeth more gold than gold itself.
“Did you forget the promise I made six years ago?” He glared. “You’re to eat my cûm with bread, and I never go back on my words. Now drink it.”
Angela looked at the cup in her hands, and even without drinking, she felt saliva rising in her throat, and she threw up, sobbing.
“Dorian ple—”
“Now if you don’t drink that cocktail right now, I’ll keep it somewhere for days till maggots start infesting it, then you’ll drink and lick the cup!” Dorian threatened loudly.
Hearing that, Kaylee quickly dipped the slice of bread into the liquid and shoved it in her mouth, chewing till tears tore out of her eyes.
“Good! That was was easy, wasn’t it?” Dorian grinned, getting up and sliding his pants down his legs.
His cóvk bounced.
“On the bed, whore.” He ordered.
Angela stood, the cum-soaked bread sliding down her throat as she started stripping down.
Apart from being Dorian’s manager now, she’s his sèx slave too. He fucks her whenever he feels like.
Kaylee is now the President, so he knows it’d be dangerous to rape maids like he did before.
He has been keeping his urges controlled, but Angela is at the receiving end, taking it all.
In bed, on tables, on the floors.
He never gets tired, and whenever he gets done, he dumps dollars on her like a whore that she is according to him. To him, he’s fuckin Jeremy out of her mind, and it’s been six years now, but no matter the fuckin…
No matter the pounding in bed, she hasn’t forgotten about him.
She still loves him, still wants him. She hates Dorian like shit.
Dorian plunged himself into her roughly, slamming deep and deep and deep into her pvxxy, tearing her up like he does everytime.
It’s been a while since he raped anyone, and he’s losing his sanity bit by bit. He misses the way they thrash and fight and scream and beg for him to stop. He loves their tears and misery and his forceful entries.
Now Angela is a boring replacement he has to make do with and fûck always just to relieve himself.
He’s tired.
So much for being the best US President’s son.
He pulled out eventually and pushed her off the bed.
“Get lost!” He ordered.
Angela rushed to dress back up and ran out of the room.
He inhaled and sat in bed, picking a cigar to lit, but he threw both cigar and zippo away without firing.
He needs to rape.
He needs his wife now!
His mother has been telling him to keep calm till Stacy gets used to her stupid son and won’t be able to live without him.
Then…. they’ll make a move.
Her son turns six today, so they’ll send people to kidnap him soon and use him to lure her into the marriage.
After all, her father signed the agreement before his death.
Oh he can’t wait to be inside her. To taste the warmness, the tightness, sweetness and all.
He’s already salivating.
But there’s another issue…
His music.
It’s still blooming. He’s still on top of the metal music game, but none of his streams has managed to surpass What I Want Is Mine.
None of his fuckin music streams since six years ago has surpassed it.
And that’s why he had agreed for Jeremy to be released on parole so he’ll write music for him.
Jeremy…that bastard is gonna be his ghostwriter.
But Jeremy didn’t write What I Want Is Mine alone.
He has a co-writer in the song called CF, and he’s still trying to get whoever that is.
If he gets CF and Jeremy together again to write him another hit, he’s gonna shake the globe again.
He slid his cóvk back in his pants, and his phone buzzed under the sheets. He digged it out and slid.
It’s his crew drummer.
“Yes?”
“Rian, we just found out who CF is,” the drummer reported.
“And?” Dorian raised his brows expectantly. “What are you wanting for! Get him, and get Jeremy himself. Lock ’em up and make ’em write me something for me!”
“He’s not someone we can just…. Get, Rian.” The drummer said.
“The fûck do you mean?” Dorian frowned deep.
“Covey Fabio,” the drummer said.
“Who the hell is…..”
Dorian stopped immediately, scoffing when he got it.
His eyes shadowed.
“You mean Thiago X?”
“Exactly!” The drummer snapped.
—
[President’s Oval Office]
An onscreen delegation meeting just ended, and the office is just recoiling back to cool as Kaylee’s secretary turned off the screen.
Kaylee herself sat on the sparkling white chair, swiveling with her head on the headrest, and her eyes sleepy.
This is when she needs constant good fûcks the most, but she’s restrained by this position.
She can’t even make one mistake cos it’d cost her country, but she’s hoping she’s able to keep going restrained like this forever cos…
Right now? She’s always horny as fûck, and it’s torture.
Her long twirled hair fell offer her shoulders in one permed piece, and she looks untouched by age.
“Your Excellency, it’s time to retire to bed,” her secretary said.
Kaylee gave her a low look without moving at all.
“Tell me you’re already working on the wedding invites of Dorian and Stacy.” She said.
“Trust me, Your Excellency. It’s almost done. I made sure it came out as a one of it’s kind card never seen before.” The secretary smiled.
“Good,” Kaylee nodded. “Didn’t you say I had one last visitor?”
“Yeah, Mr. Brown from LA, a secret meetup, but I already sent him to the suite to spend the night since you said he’s an important guest. He’ll meet you tomorrow, but for now, you need rest, Your Excellency.” The secretary further talked.
Kaylee stood without arguing, and she was led out by the secretary.
From the office door, she was escorted by three guards, and as they got closer and closer to her bedroom, a intentional smile fell on her lips.
Mr. Brown—Zendaya’s father. Thanks to that fat hippo, she was able to finish Albert off six years ago.
As the elevator to her bedroom closed, her smile curved.
“Dorian?” She asked.
“He’s working on his next music, ma’am, and the CF has just been found out to be Thiago.” The secretary responded.
“Thiago?” Kaylee frowned unbelievably.
—
[Australia, Sea-House]
Still on his air-based holographs, Thiago finished off the new app he has been working on, and his hand paused in the air.
This new app is one of the many ones he has been creating for the past six years. He has created more than two hundred, but each time he creates, he becomes even more insatiable.
He wants more, needs more.
Anything to keep him busy while also gathering intel and power.
This new one is different from the ones he has been creating though.
This one is OBSCURE-2, and it is for a purpose that’ll be useful soon.
He’ll be leaving this place tomorrow, and he might as well put it the last preparations in place.
Tommorow is his father’s 11th memorial, and he’ll be there.
He hasn’t been hiding here cos of Shelby. Shelby is the least of his problems right now.
Fine, Shelby will be a little problem especially with that Japanese assassin Mio beside her, but has he ever not overcome problems?
So Shelby ain’t it.
But he needed those six years.
The five years he spent in Los Angeles, he used them to suffer from trauma, played around, got used with car parts and messed with a doll.
So he needed these extra six years to guard himself better.
Now that the stupid car trauma of killing his father is fading off, he has a new mission.
After taking back his throne…
He’s gonna take that little bastard in Los Angeles and take his woman too.
His finger moved on the air holographs again, and he tapped the right spot. A screen popped up.
On the screen, there’s Montana Mansion in Los Angeles.
He zoomed into the house through a open window, and the subsequent zooms brought him to Louis’s room.
He’s in bed, sleeping peacefully.
Seeing his own exact facial features on the child’s face made his flesh burn with hate.
Cove’s eyes darkened, stained by uneasiness and unsettled energy.
He imagined his hands on the child’s throat, but not for long.
He zoomed past the room and rolled the holographs downstairs where Stacy and her friends are.
They’re still drinking, dancing, screaming and having fun.
His eyes followed Stacy everywhere without breaking, and the more he watched, the more intrigued he got.
His Dollface got robust. He absolutely can’t wait to have that skin under his palm again. He can’t wait to be the air she breaths again and be the only one she sees like she promised.
Though, he has a spy watching her closely in Los Angeles, he still needs to be there with her soon.
She definitely misses him.
He’s sure of it.
“Wait for me, Dollface. Won’t be long now.” He whispered, touching the air screen and bringing his lips to it.
He kissed her on screen, and the holograms withdrew back from him, folding back into one single screen.
Then….he turned around, face so cold, so unapologetic.
His hair is in a slick-back mullet, dark like it always is. Hairline unaffected. In fact, it got fuller with the brows.
Sharper jawlines and overall spotless face, matching his god-like complex.
Eleven is still behind him, still speechless.
Thiago walked up to the black coffin and flipped it open in one rough pull.
Ten’s face came to view, laying muted in the coffin. There’s enough space in there, and this is the most merciless Thiago could be.
For what he did six years ago, Thiago would kill him, but he was kind enough to just lock him here in a medically induced coma.
Kind in his own sick way.
There are machines protecting Ten’s life inside the coffin, but he’s still totally unconscious.
Thiago snapped his fingers at Eleven, and Eleven gave him an injection which he thrusted into Ten’s neck.
They only had to wait five more minutes, and Ten’s eyes opened, looking like a zombie’s.
He looks worn-out even though he hasn’t been functioning for years.
He didn’t even attempt to sit up. He kept laying there, machines beeping faintly around him.
Thiago’s frosty eyes clashed with him, and he gulped.
“Why’d you do that?” Thiago asked, voice grippy.
“I didn’t want you to make a regrettable mistake.” Ten replied immediately, voice weak.
“Have you ever seen me regretting? Even when I killed my father?” Thiago’s expression turned acidic.
“I….” Ten started, shaking his head subtly. “I’m so sorry, T. It’s never gonna happen again…. I’ve lost six years of my life in this coffin…” He begged, glancing at the date on the holographs. “Please….”
Thiago’s eyes stayed on him, so expressionlessly that the devil wouldn’t know what he’s thinking even if his mind gets clawed out.
Ten trembled, like leaf on water.
Then, in a clipped tone, Thiago spoke… “We leave here tommorow,”
And with that, he adjusted the side zip of his leather gloves and walked out of the room.
Eleven quickly rushed to help Ten sit up in the coffin, and he also supporting him with his arms.
“You know he doesn’t have a fuckin’ heart. Why would you even do that!” Eleven said.
Ten coughed, smiling slightly. “At least, I saved a life… didn’t I?”
“Yeah but at the expense of your own! You could have died in the medically induced coma he put you in! What are you saying?” Eleven glared. “He didn’t kill you not because he didn’t want to, but because you’re still useful to him, and you better hope he doesn’t knock you back into coma after tomorrow.”
“Stop scolding,” Ten coughed again. “But damn, he’s getting more and more creative with his punishments. I can’t believe I lost six years of my life in a coffin.”
He began removing the tubes connecting his body to the machines one by one.
“So what’s happening tommorow?” He asked slowly.
“11th memorial at the X Yard. T is making his first appearance.” Eleven replied.
Ten dropped the last tube and looked up. “Shelby is finally getting visited?”
—
[Next Day, Thorne Penitentiary – Los Angeles]
The big black iron gates of the Penitentiary twisted open at the hinges, cracking a loud sound as Jeremy stepped out with his messenger bag hung on his shoulder.
His steps haltedin front of the gate as it closed behind him, and his oceanic blue eyeballs caught the soft ray of sunshine peeking out from under the December clouds.
Six years.
He experienced many summers, winters, autumns and springs in the confines of this gate, but he never got to properly see them.
But now that he’s stepping into life again, he feels alive, feels like he’s finally breathing again.
His hair is long he had to tie it in a small ponytail, and he grew a round mass of beards, his skin returned to his originally tanned tone, chin jutted and jaws cutting like blades.
He looks handsomely manly, but he still definitely needs a haircut and thorough cleanup.
He stayed there for what looked like forever, taking in the fresh air, gentle breeze, and the echoes of the city.
Till he noticed a Lambo waiting for him by the thin road.
Matteo and Anita came out of it, and he immediately turned the other way.
He walked away, but they hurriedly went after him. Matteo caught up first, pulling his arm back.
Jeremy broke free, his bag nearly falling off his shoulder.
“Do not touch me!”
“Jeremy,” Matteo breathed.
“Six years ago, I wasn’t in my right state of mind, so I couldn’t let out my angst to you, but now? Don’t try to be a father till I’m ready to actually call you one!” He snarled.
Matteo raised his two hands, nodding in surrender. “Fine, I get it, but can we at least take you home?”
“Home?” Jeremy scoffed. “Home is not someplace built buy cash from sins!” He spat.
“From sins?” Matteo’s eyes widened. “No! I work honestly! No Sleep Garage is the top one repair garage in this country! I work hard and—”
“I’m not talking about you,” Jeremy cut in, his eyes rolling to Anita in the sharp corners.
The woman is just catching up.
“So you’re talking to me?” She scoffed, looking greatly offended. “You have no right to be this ungrateful! If you hadn’t stubbornly flown to San Francisco that year for a stupid concert, you wouldn’t land in that shit! But I and your father still did our best to get you out on parole and even payed your parole officer to lessen his watch on you, but this is what you pay us with?”
“I went to jail, Stace’s dad died, and you somehow became madly rich after that, creating a lucrative haircare company. Where did you get the huge capital to start the company from?” Jeremy demanded.
“Let’s go home first, Jere…” Anita urged, trying to change topic.
“See?” Jeremy scoffed, eyes carrying all shades unfriendliness. “Can’t even answer the question. Stay off my path, you both. And yeah…thank you for the parole release.”
He waved down a coming taxi and got on, leaving them there.
“Yunno I’ve been asking that question too, and you never gave me an answer…” Matteo said.
“Don’t anger me, Matteo.” Anita pushed him out of the way and walked back to the car.
“Well, fûck.” Matteo sighed.
—
[A Roadside Restaurant]
Jeremy’s face is buried in a plate of food on a comfortable seat, eating good mouthfuls with chopsticks.
His table is packed with delicious foods which he’s trying again for the first time in years, and as he ate, he could feel his buds thanking him.
If he’s gonna enter this warfront, he needs to get loaded first.
He went for a haircut before coming here, so now the beards is gone, hair is low in a smooth cut with blended sides, and face is back to ten.
He’s bigger and muscular than Dorian, so now it’s easier to tell them apart. Also, he now has more tattoos.
Passerbys stared at him on the road as they walked past.
Recognizing him, they took his pictures, gossiping.
• Jeremy Wolfe?
• Why TF is he out?
• Isn’t it supposed to be 20yrs?
• Is this normal?
He ignored them, focusing on his food, but he can’t totally focus.
A female cry is coming from inside the restaurant, so disturbing that he had to abandon his food and enter.
The male owner of the restaurant poured hot water on a female server’s hand, and he’s still thrashing her, all because she served a customer the wrong meal.
He was about to land her another slap when Jeremy held his hand, and the man’s eyes snapped up to meet Jeremy’s ruthless eyes.
“Jeremy? The killer? The impersonator? What the fûck!”
“Humans shouldn’t behave like animals. Get a life.” Jeremy said calmly but sternly, glancing at the scalded hand of the crying server.
“Think you’re eligible to talk about humanity?” The man laughed scornfully. “Bastard, you were in jail for murder! In fact, try to stop me again and I’ll send you to hell!” He picked the kettle of water.
He went for the girl, and the poor girl quickly covered her head with her arms, but nothing came cos Jeremy pulled the man back.
The kettle fell, splashing hot water around. The man stretched a blow to Jeremy, but Jeremy went right.
Another blow came.
Jeremy went left, and the blow evaded him again.
The man threw a kick, and Jeremy took one step back, another step sidewards, back going down.
The man lifted the kettle from the floor, throwing it at Jeremy. Jeremy went down, and the kettle water splashed again, but he was quick to swirl himself to another angle.
Right there, the man picked a kitchen knife and brought it down, targeting Jeremy’s shoulder.
Jeremy’s leg went up, kicking the blade off the man’s hand, then he caught it in the air before standing.
Play over.
He shoved the blade into the man’s thigh, and the man’s cry shook the restaurant to it’s foundation.
He went down, holding that thigh, bleeding and howling and crying.
Some customers ran off the restaurant, and the few bold ones hid in corners where they watch from.
Jeremy slammed his boot ruthlessly on the man’s mouth, and blood spilled again, splattering on the tables and linens as the man crashed.
Jeremy dropped his boot, eyes unforgiving.
“Pig,” He muttered, then faced the girl and pulled out dollar notes from his wallet to give her.
He worked in jail, actually.
The girl slowly took the money with her unhurt hand.
He also gave her his number.
“Get your hand treated with the money, and tommorow morning, give me a call. I’ll get you a new job.”
“Thank you! Thanks for saving me!” The girl rushed her words. “And I’ve always liked you than the real Dorian. Six years ago, i was still 10, so i didn’t have a phone to defend you online, and I was very sad. Since Dorian took over, I stopped being a DIAMOND cos I really don’t believe you’d do that. And I hope you clear your name soon.”
Jeremy only gave her a small smile before walking out.
He took his bag and the one apple on his dessert plate. He gave the apple a bite as he walked off the street.
His eyes caught the billboard where Dorian Wesley dominated, and he stopped to stare for a second, taking another bite from his apple.
He tilted his head, resentment filling his orbs.
He proceeded.
His next stop was a Birthday Gifts store. He’s gonna get one for Louis.
—
[Y Group – 8AM]
• Good morning, boss.
• Good morning sir.
Greetings of staffs disturbed Scott’s eardrums as he made his entery to the company alone.
No guards. He hates guards.
And as usual, there’s no reply from him. He never replies.
He just entered his office, and he wasn’t surprised to see the three idiots waiting for him already.
Remo, Frank and Max.
“Why didn’t you pick my call last night, fucker?” Remo queried.
“Drop every question with my secretary. I’m not in the mood.” He grumpily replied, settling down.
“Geez, dawg. Live a little! I hate this uprightness!” Max complained.
“Live a little by mooching off my family money like you do?” Scott rolled eyes angrily.
“Ouch!” Max frowned.
Max is the only jobless peep among them. He hates working, so he just spends his dad’s money like a pest.
“Are you coming to reunion?” Frank asked. “Our set alumni are already arriving in the city for it. Don’t tell me you’re gonna miss that too.”
“What’s there to enjoy in the reunion? Showing off cars and shit?” Scott opened his desk system softly.
“Bro stop trying to make me explode!” Remo yelled. “Are you a robot? Stop being darn annoying!”
Scott didn’t reply, he just focused on his system, reviewing the documents he didn’t get to do yesterday.
Even when a new presence entered the office, he didn’t look up.
And right now, the guys eyes are all wide when they saw who entered.
They stood one by one.
“Your new secretary, here.” The new person announced.
Scott recognized that voice instantly. His finger stopped midair on top of the button he was about to click.
His heart skipped a beat.
No…two.
Wrong…three.
“No fuckin way!” Remo commented as Scott began looking up.
—
[Wolfe Mansion]
Elmira decided to finally come for a visit this morning, but none of her parents are around.
The maids reported that they both went to pick Jeremy up from prison, and her arms dropped immediately.
“Why the fûck would the government allow that bastard twin brother of mine out of jail!” She complained, gritting her teeth.
Her belt-skirt was folding over her panty as she stepped out of of the large house, boiling.
“They’re gonna use their whole lives to worship him, is that it? I entered this city last night and mum couldn’t even think of cooking me a homemade meal? Fûck her!”
She picked her phone to call Anita as she got back in her car, but she got a notification instead.
It’s the final runway lineup list for the December Vogue Runway.
The final lineup is out!
She saw Zendaya Brown, but Elmira Wolfe is nowhere to be found.
Her name is not on the list.
She kept scrolling up and down, searching and searching.
No Elmira.
“This better be some joke!!” Her breaths turned impatiently hot as she scrutinized the list again.
Her name ain’t there.
“I’m gonna kill my manager. I’m gonna kill!!” She yelled, dialling her Manager. “Why is Zendaya walking Vogue and I’m not? Why!!!”
“What are you talking about? Your name is there.” The Manager replied softly, and Elmira scoffed.
“Wait you’re telling me I’m blind?”
“Your name is on the lineup, Elmira.” The Manager assured.
Elmira scanned the list again, and this time, it’s there.
Her eyes turned shadowy.
She’s very sure her name wasn’t there some minutes ago.
They only just added it.
What’s going on??
—
[Roxy’s Art Skyscraper]
Roxy is totally high as she structured herself in front of her working board, ready to start her next canvas.
She works better when she’s high, and she made sure to have a good portion of cocaine before holding the canvass brush at all.
She’s in her workroom, and Zendaya is there with her, seated behind her with her legs mounted.
Her eyes are into her phone, and she’s smiling hard as she stared.
She has seen the lineup, and as usual, she’s included.
Vogue must be crazy if they dare not to include her.
She’s Zendaya Brown anyways.
Their mother.
So now she’s on Max’s IG, scrolling through his shirtless pictures and smiling like a fool.
When did he get this irresistible?
“Hey, Zen. Don’t you have a photoshoot or sum’?” Roxy suddenly asked her, voice dragging.
Zendaya looked up from her phone. “That’s in an hour, and I’m not leaving this place till I make sure the birthday party is ruined.”
“Wait…you already made plans?” Roxy’s eyes shook.
“Actually, I did.” Elmira replied, strolling inside. “I payed some real shit men to plant something at the beach where the birthday party of Stacy’s son will be taking place. I want that son of hers dead.”
“No one wants him dead more than me.” Zendaya uttered hatefully.
—
[The Beach]
The beach thrummed with warmth and quiet excitement, the golden sun melting into the horizon as waves rolled in with a steady rhythm.
Laughter drifter through the salty air, mingling with the scent of sunscreen and grilled food.
Bare feet kept sinking into soft sand, all adult prints and one little one, marking the moment.
The party is in full swing with surplus food, snacks, games and refreshments, and as expected, Louis is more interested in the games.
After taking handful of pictures with his mum and aunties, he picked up his new collection of toy guns and is now shooting water and rubber bullets to the air.
“Gawd, you shouldn’t have bought him this toy gun collections,” Stacy muttered, sitting in front of Trinidad. “Now he’s gonna to wet the whole mansion with water always.”
Trinidad grinned, nodding. “Tania got him a mini car and model jet, Tasha bought him a helicopter, Kehlani bought him a phone set for his games. I didn’t wanna go extreme so I settled for the smartest gift, and he likes it the most. I guess I’m lucky!”
“Of course,” Stacy rolled eyes, and Trinidad chuckled, sipping from her Pina colada.
Tania, Tasha and Kehlani are still at the photo booth, taking endless pictures like mindless addicts.
They all wore marching bikinis including Trinidad.
Yeah, she wears bikinis now, and her long legs in the set? She’s sexy.
Stacy’s eyes didn’t leave her son who’s still reloading his toy gun while eating from his birthday cake.
“Now that he’s six, it’s time, right?” Trinidad asked.
Stacy sighed. “I promised to spend the first six years of his life catering for him and giving him the best upbringing, and gawd knows I’ve been doing my best, so yeah… It’s time to split my focus and start investigating the death of my father. I made them bury him fast back then cos I wanted to give the killers fake impression that I wasn’t gonna pursue the case, but now it’s time to catch them unexpectedly”
“It’s not gonna be easy.” Trinidad said. “But damn, you have us.” She smiled.
“Don’t you ever leave my side… You and the girls…” Stacy said seriously.
Trinidad nodded, serious too. “Told you… we’re in this together. We’re gonna find your father’s killer and Tania’s accident culprit.”
Stacy smiled back, nodding.
“Mummy!!” Louis’s voice made her stand quickly.
“Baby!” She laughed, running to his game booth to receive water from his toy gun. He began chasing her with it.
Soon, Tasha and Kehlani joined the chase. Tania remained on her wheelchair, taking more pictures with her polaroid.
Trinidad scrolled her phone, reading through the Italian news forum.
She has been following the forum since she learnt that Trevor was taken home by his mother, and that he’s the heir to the biggest businesses empire in Italy…
The Moranos.
Her only wish is for him to stay fine and get himself a good girl while building his future.
A sharp sound made her drop her phone, and when she looked up, she was surprised to see a thick haze of sand rising on the beach not far from Louis and Stacy’s playground.
Seems the other girls heard it too cos they’re looking at that spot too.
Trinidad stood slowly…
Then, another mass of sand rose from the ground as if someone planted powerful dynamites inside the ground which is actually true.
“Dynamite?” Trinidad muttered unbelievably.
“Dynamite?” Kehlani and Tasha recognized it too.
“Stacy!!!” Trinidad yelled, calling her attention.
That scream was enough to make Stacy turn, and her eyes widened when she saw what’s going on.
Another mass of clustered sand blew up from the ground, scattering sand everywhere. Kehlani and Tasha’s eyes got affected, and they went down.
Tania’s wheelchair tumbled too, and she began crying.
If she could walk, this wouldn’t be happening. She hates being a useless liability like this.
“Tania!” Trinidad rushed over to her, lifting her wheelchair.
“C’mon c’mon!”
“No… Lani and Tasha have been hit by the sand waves! Get them!” Tania insisted loudly.
Trinidad ran to the other two girls who’re laying on the ground.
“Louis!” Stacy rushed to her baby, expecting him to follow her voice, but he just stood where he stood, staring into space without moving.
“No…” Stacy gasped fearfully. “Not now! You can’t enter your daze right now! Louis!!” She yelled, kneeling in front of him and clapping her palms in front of his face.
“Louis!!”
No sound from him. No movement. No blink or nothing.
She quickly picked him up into her arms, rushing away from that spot, but at that moment, the next dynamite decided to blow up from the sand, lifting her feet.
The force threw her to the front, but she held her son tightly to herself. Not even death will take him.
They both would have landed in the water, but in the hazy dynamite-induced sandstorm, big arms caught her and Louis. Before they could both fall in the water, the person pulled them back, and they landed in sand, both panting.
Louis’s daze has ended now, and he’s the first to inch up.
“Mummy? Mummy!”
“Baby…” Stacy sniffled, hugging him tightly as they both stood.
But the shock is still in Stacy’s flesh, so she nearly fell.
The arm grabbed her again, gently by the shoulders, steadying her to stand.
She saw the face, and she gasped a little, her red eyes blinking at the person in front of her.
“Jeremy?” She whispered.
With worried, concerned eyes, Jeremy nodded, not letting go of her shoulders before asking.
“Stace, are you ok?”
—
[Australia, X Yard]
It’s a rainy day, one of the last December rains that’s just a soft shower, and everywhere is wet.
But that didn’t stop the memorial from happening.
They dedicated a memorial hall to Nathan X in the Family property, and every important member of the family is present.
Shelby, Mio, the family Uncles and Aunties, Judges on payroll and Attorneys. Grandparents and Rogues.
Then important members of the Syndicate Lab, and the Priest who’s playing with burning incense.
They stood in disciplined rows, dressed in dark, tailored attires. No one dared to speak above a whisper.
The silence is loud.
A single elevated platform held Nathan’s commanding portrait, and his eyes in the portrait looks almost as if he’s still watching.
“The alpha. The Faction lion. The untouchable monster who ruled like he owned the world, only to be killed by your own son.” Shelby muttered. “I told you, right? I told you he’d later use your care for him against you, but you were adamant. Now look who has been dead for eleven years now…” She rolled her blind eyes.
Her black rosary stayed in the curves of her fingers, each bead sliding down the rope as she counted.
“We can’t be here for long, Your Excellency.” Mio muttered beside her.
Shelby made sure to count the outstanding ten beads in her rosary before replying….
“May Mother Mary bless the soul of the dead.”
“Amen!” Everyone chorused, and Shelby turned around.
She left with Mio, and lots of family members followed them behind,but the moment they stepped out of the Yard, Mio froze.
“Is anything the problem?” Shelby asked instantly.
From the left road of the Yard, a car is coming with boundless speed, and the tires are sweeping rainwater up.
The water bathed the car body continuously, and the tyres screamed recklessly under the dampness of the rain shower…
“I think he’s here!” Mio pushed Shelby back into the Yard, but Shelby refused to stay inside.
She came back out, and at the same time, the car drove into the yard, ramming into pillars and walls and doors, crushing two uncles and one grandpa to their deaths.
The rest pulled their weapons, and Mio boldly jumped on the bonnet of the car, positioning her gun on the windscreen and shooting.
Her bullet didn’t enter.
It’s bulletproof shit.
The sunroof of the car opened, and Thiago rose like a vice, holding a long shotgun with two hands.
Immediately he rose, everyone rained bullets from their guns to his angle, but not even one touched him cos Ten and Eleven were active in front of him, shooting back-to-back
Mio is back to Shelby’s side, and both aren’t doing anything yet. They obviously didn’t expect this occurrence. Shelby might try hard to hide it, but the dark grey in her eyes is wet now, meaning shock.
Thiago pulled the barrel of the shotgun, sending two shots to the heads of two attorneys.
Their heads scattered, brains and medulla scattering.
Only their necks stayed on their damn bodies.
They’re the attorneys who opposed the case eleven years ago and made sure he was sentenced to prison.
Mio woulda moved, but Shelby had told her to not, so she stood reluctantly beside Shelby.
Real quick, the Yard turned bloody, and Nathan X picture was bathed with blood of the members.
Thiago’s perfect brows hunched, his face dripping with something between hate and satisfaction.
“Miss me?” He muttered, his voice going straight to Shelby as the gunshots died down.
The eyes of the blind lady moved up, but before she could talk, Thiago pulled out his ringing phone.
It’s the spy in charge of watching over Stacy in LA.
“Speak,” he ordered.
“There was an attack to Her Excellency at the beach. The child was the target, so I didn’t interfere, but towards the end, someone showed up, and he touched her bare shoulders.” The spy reported.
Thiago’s brows hunched more, curving at the ends and matching the freaky madness in his eyes.
“Kill him. Blow his shitty head off and bring me his brains in a nylon bag.” He said in a lethal hiss.
TBC.