Evil Rick の小説・ストーリー

“Two pitchers of beer,” Lilith yelled over the music, then looked at Enzo. “And a bottle of vodka,” he shouted. So it was going to be like that. *** Enzo awoke with a dry mouth and a shitty headache that reminded him of his younger years. He hadn’t had a night like that for a long time. Nowadays, he had a better handle on his limits — and a surer understanding of what he could and couldn’t do. Lilith Rumero was robbing him of his sense of moderation.

"I should praise you for acting too well and being very smart." Selina didn't know what the man was talking about, but she was so calm that she said it didn't seem like anything was going on. “Do you want to go out?” Robert Evans is a serial killer. He tricks and kills a lot of girls. Every time he killed, Robert Evans dismembered his body in so many ways. Robert Evans is a brilliant, caring man. He always knew how to hide in this city. He thought he was being approached by Selina when he didn't pay attention and denounced him, so he brought the Police here.

Kieranpov After the round ended, alarms stopped ringing and the walls slid back into that same cold silver steel. My lungs still hurts from running hard. Every nerve in my body buzzed like I was still being chased. Nova grinned like it He enjoys every beat of this hell. “You did good, rookie. Didn’t die on the first run. That’s a win in Erevos.” I shot him a look. “That was your definition of good? I almost pissed myself back there.”

Jack asked with an eyebrow raised, and I pointed my finger to the large yellow Stuart the Minion sitting on a bench. "Win it for me," I begged with the best puppy eyes I could muster. "Why don't I win it for you, Princess?" Liam said as he stood next to Jack. "Just like old times, eh, Jack? Where I always give your girls what they want and always win," he added with a slow smirk spreading on his lips. I was about to tell Jack not to bother, but he grabbed the water gun and handed the vendor a five-dollar bill while glaring at his brother. "Not this time, Liam."

(Days ago...) A day after Larry's party, Mark, the man who worked for Leonel, had an order, and he was sure it would be easy to execute. However, there was always a great risk of everything going wrong. Leonel Vos' closest and most trusted team had worked closely with Gael Cliff's men as if every one of them had been on the payroll of the same company. But those who were truly loyal to the businessman and former intelligence officer had a life incentive: to put an end to the mafias and powers led by the Cliffs, especially the son, Gael. They turned out to be few police officers in Vos' favor, those that even he trained (in the beginning) for the benefit of his enemy.

Rick glared daggers at Fin, "You want to play with the big boys, show me you have guts. That's not how it works." Fin punched him in the face again, "That is exactly how it works now. You're on my side now, but you're going to go along with things as usual. But if you ever try to touch Ripley, I will make you wish you were dead. If you double cross me, same deal. Do I make myself clear?" Rick frowned, "Why? What's in it for you?" "Do you really think you're in the position to be asking questions?" Rick's eyes traveled to me, "You're the stoke in the wheel."

“I will—” “Young lady,” Ricky interrupted as he walked toward us, reloading his weapon. Blood was dripping steadily from one of his hands, as though a wolf had ripped a chunk of flesh clean off. “I am pretty sure whoever came here tonight came specifically to take you out of here.” He pointed the gun toward a rogue sprinting toward us and pulled the trigger without even looking. The rogue collapsed immediately. “So having you on the battlefield is the worst fucking idea right now.” “But I—”

My stomach did a curious twist; I had no idea who those long legs belonged to. As he came into full view, I gasped along with the rest of the crowd. It was Alpha Rick, and he was—he was holding two assault rifles, one in each hand, and his eyes were wild and bloodshot. He looked like he was drunk or high as fuck. “What the…fuck?” George muttered subconsciously. Before I could process what was happening, Rick shouted. “Get out! Get out of here, all of you!” And then he opened fire, spraying bullets everywhere. He was laughing maniacally, like a ninja in a bad movie.

These were the exact words his sister had said to him. So, they were together to kill him? Ricky’s lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile as he continued, his voice dripping with malice. "And not just you. I want Damon Greyson, Chen Dankworth, Shawn Hansley, and Greg Kingston—everyone dead." Dean’s pupils constricted slightly. "But they’re major figures in your world." Ricky scoffed, his tone thick with hatred. "So what? Do you have any idea what they did to my parents?"

It was Ricky, Handshaking with Russian gang leader. " No idea, what are they up to? My undercover agents told me that it has something to do with Eveleen, Yes your wife! I have recordings of there's conversation. " he said and took the phone from his right hand. " There is only a small piece of it. It was so risky. " He said and played it. " I'd help you to downfall the Emperor and you'll help me to have my girl Eveleen back from him. " Ricky's voice came out of the recorder. I couldn't hear it all.