Will Rick Lose His Hand Novels & Stories

Vittoria's POV How is that possible? I wondered, turning his hand to examine. His skin was smooth, as if the wound had never existed. My mind raced as I remembered it, his hand was dripping blood and he had wrapped it with a cloth. So where was it now?Was the cut not that deep? Ricardo pulled his hands from mine, “what's the problem?” I opened my mouth, the question clear in my mind, How don't you have a scar?but something clamped it down, I don't know if it was fear or just the underlying belief that he wouldn't tell me the truth.

The people around the scene were blocked off by the bodyguards, and they couldn't see what was going on at all. Meanwhile, Rick was begging for mercy as he kneeled on the ground. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lane. I didn't know you liked her. I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm sorry!" He kept apologizing with his head lowered. Jeremiah looked at the golf club in his hand. It had bent after he'd used it to strike Rick. Rick was trembling on the ground, and his body was covered in wounds. "Please let me go, Mr. Lane."

“Real good.” The man across from him doesn’t respond. The first hand goes fast. Ricky wins just enough to puff up, to lean back in his chair and grin like he knew this would happen. He glances at me, smug. “See?” he murmurs. “Told you.” The second hand takes longer. Ricky loses. He shrugs it off. The third hand bleeds him slowly. Chip by chip. His knee starts bouncing under the table. I can feel it through my own leg.

His hand on her wrist. I pushed him. Not hard. Just enough to get his hand off her. He stumbled. Caught himself. His face went red. "What the fuck," he said. "You heard her. She said no." People were watching now. The music was still loud but people were looking. Rick appeared next to me. "Everything okay," he said. "This guy is not leaving Chloe alone," I said. Rick looked at him. Rick was not big. He played sports but he was not a fighter. But he stood in front of me anyway.

When Rick saw her, he became worried and advanced when she, seeing him approaching her, shook the hammer vigorously. Rick managed to get his head out of the way for very little, but the blow of the hammer hit him directly in her hand, fracturing it instantly. The man fell to the floor in immeasurable pain spinning on the ground. He was holding her hand but doing his best not to scream.

Rick stood out from the crowd, seeming just as interested as I was in the outcome as the fight continued, mixing between advantages. It was only a few minutes longer before Kingston threw his hands up into the air, keeping his distance from Green and sporting a bloody nose and features, ones he'd find hard to hide in the morning. "I'm not fucking doing this anymore," he announced, directing his attention to Rick, "I'm out."

Clara couldn't control her sobs as Edward too gets too hurt to see that. Before anyone could come out from the shock, Alina screamed as Rick's hand landed on Edward's face. It was worse than the first one as the blood was not stopping from his mouth and his teeth also came out with force. Damn what the hell this Rick eats to get such strength? "Now my third target" Jason gulped visibly. This guy is surely a perfect goon. Why did he even wish to come on this trip? "One, two, three" Rick counted as he raised his hand and Jason screamed to expect great pain. But got none. The silent room glared at Jason who noticed that it was just a prank.

Helpless. Rick started shaking his head. “Please—don’t—” A hand cracked across his cheek. Not hard enough to bruise. Just enough to sting. “Shut up,” the guy said. “You’re the one who lost the bet. Now you pay up.” They circled him like wolves. First came the jerk-off line.

his eyes seemed to convey after seeing how sad she was, and she nodded. Derek nodded to the trainer that stood in front of the cubicle and the trainer bowed and faced Rick and his opponent “START!” he called out. Rick took a position, similar like the technique he had taught her… “Rick…” Carly whispered again. “Please…. I can't lose you, I won't survive it.” she murmured. Rick was the only good thing in her life at the moment. Minutes into the game, Rick had taken different blows and his face was battered badly but he still stood, refusing to give up.

I wondered if he had told Rick how he lost our daughter to a bet? “Trust me, I tried to kiss her because my brain wasn’t working and the next thing I know,” Rick said, “she slapped the fu** out of me. So yeah! No! she is not disloyal, in fact, she and I were caged in there by Roxanne,” Rick seemed to be in his senses now. He was still taking heavy breaths here and there but at least he was able to speak back for himself and me.