Young Rick Sanchez 소설 & 이야기

“He tried to rape you and he did assault you. A fellow pack member… the fucking future Luna of this fucking pack, his pack! He took the oath…He has to pay..” “What are you going to do?” I asked. “I’d like to rip his disgusting hands off his body and shove them down his throat…” Zac sucked in a deep breath before continuing “..but, I can’t do that without repercussions from the Council. I need to talk to Grayson he’ll keep me from being the sadistic prick I want to be..” I just nodded back at him. The memories of that night swirl through my mind. This was so much, the last couple of days have been so much, too much.

“You didn't see anything lena and even if you did, act like all that you saw never existed and you were in a trance, hope that's understood “ rick said to me in the most commanding voice . “You can't tell me what I saw rico, you can't tell me that “ I yelled at him angrily . I was so pissed that he done that and here he was telling me trash . Rico walked towards me and grabbed me harshly by my chick whole starting directly into my eyes like he was looking for something in it that he just couldn't find at all . I didn't know where the strength came from or the mind that I had at this point but the next thing that I did was pull his hands away from my face and before I could control myself, I

She was definitely up to no good as ever. We smiled at him, knowing he might be the reason for our father's recovery. “Yes, Doctor, I'm Zack by name, here is my brother, Ricardo. It’s nice meeting you,” I let out. “We hope you do your very best in trying to heal our father,” Ricardo said, even though I knew he didn’t mean it. In spite of him being the second son, Ricardo had always wanted to become King and hid that fact in no way.

He pressed it to his face, the fabric already damp from someone else’s blood. “You’ve got a death wish or what?” a voice said. Sudan looked up. The guy leaning on the ropes couldn’t have been more than twenty-five. Tattoos crawled up his neck. His grin was all teeth. “Don’t need a wish,” Sudan muttered. “Just a reason.” The guy snorted. “Plenty of those around here. Name’s Rico.” “Sudan.” Rico’s eyebrows lifted. “Like the country?” “Yeah.” “Cool. You hit hard for a guy who takes punches like he wants to feel them.” Sudan didn’t answer.

"If you touch him again, I’ll make sure you die worse than your father." "Ha! Hahahaha!" Ricky’s laughter filled the room, wild and twisted, as though he had heard the most amusing joke. "You think you still have the power to threaten me? Don’t be naive, Shawn Hansley. Right now, you’re nothing more than a fish on the chopping block. I can slice you however I please!" After saying that, his eyes slowly scanned the four men, his voice light and mocking. "Come on, speak up. What’s it going to be? Are you going to be heroes, or are you going to be cowards?"

"Susan?" Ricardo had enough and, he couldn't stand it any longer. Suddenly leaping to his feet, he beat his hands against the small desk in front of him and growled at an unflinching Chris. Chris smiled mockingly, as if he were surprised, and his lips formed the letter 'O'. "I'm going to kill you!" Ricardo said, clenching his teeth. "Will you? Ricardo, you don't strike me as the kind to commit murder, can you?"

Ben said, heading out of the house. "Hate to break it to you babe but not everyone is a comic craze like yourself," Ricky said shaking his head. "Well I'm, just that I'm leaning towards Marvel a little, their movies get me," Yandel replied Rick's assumption. "Well not everyone is relevant," Ricky corrected himself before turning around to smile sweetly at Yandel. "I'm literally a Multimillionaire," Yandel reminded. "All I hear is pride pride pride honey, keep shoveling it into our face, we aren't complaining," Ricky came back.

“But I hate it when people disrespect my father. And that’s why I acted the way I did.” Ricardo’s expression remains hard to read. “Aww, darling,” he drawls mockingly. “You hate it when people disrespect your father?” His lips curl in amusement. “Well, five years ago, I was the reason your father almost went bananas for over twenty-five million dollars.” He leans in slightly with cruel satisfaction tinged in his voice. “I also killed most of his men.” He pauses, letting his words settle, then cocks his head. “Now, do you still want me at your birthday party?”

"Wait... Rick." Cathe was confused. "Who is Rick?" "Smith's younger brother also known as Hale's younger master," he said, fumbling in his pocket to get his phone. "There was a certain day he came to my clinic for a routine check up some months ago. We talked a lot that day—he is friendly and outspoken. Unlike his brother who always carried a cold demeanor. Rick is a club type. Loud music, loud friends, keeping out late— he practically lives in clubs." Cathe wrapped her hand around Tony's arm. "Then call him! Please!"

“And I like brides who bite.” “I only bite when someone puts his finger too close.” “Make a note of that, Ricky.” Ricky squeezed my waist lightly, just enough to remind me that this was his family. His night. His stage. I took a breath and put on the face I usually wore when men explained Latin American politics to me after reading two Bloomberg articles. Rhysand tilted his head. “Twenty-two, right?” I glanced at Ricky. He looked like he wanted to sink through the wooden floor.