Evil Rick Novels & Stories

She didn't seem like wanting to push me to take revenge on Ricky. "I..." I wanted to say something but my mind just suddenly got a flashback of all the bad things that Ricky did to me. He was unpredictable and abusive in nature sometimes. Not to mention that he was also a born killer, replacing his father as the Godfather. He had all the characteristics of a villain. It was hard enough to escape him before. The wound on my neck just reminded me how hard it was.

"Okay, so you have bloodshot eyes, a bleeding nose, and you're losing your hair. You obviously didn't smell the fart prank toy that Agent Violet sprayed a while ago. You have lost your sense of smell. Your shoes, it's too old and tattered. You are wearing ragged clothes. Man, you are not just a pusher, but you are also a user." Rick swallowed his saliva. He was now being scared and weirded out by the cunning agents. "I-I really d-don't know who you are t-talking about," he stuttered. "You sure?" Eric asked, raising an eyebrow. "Yes! Why won't you believe me?" Rick shouted. "Your body language doesn't say so." Agent Violet commented. "Tell me where David is." Rick's eyes widen. He doesn't hav

But that’s just the thing. I am not playing. I intend to take them down, starting with the man I hate the most in my life and it’s just a shame that his dumbass, innocent daughter got caught up in the gunfire. Now if he ever needed a reminder of just how far I can go, I’ve got a Mahonnas on my arm to remind him. And that is just the tip of the iceberg. I’ve got a whole lot of comebacks under my sleeve. “What did you have against him?” Rick asks, “No one has ever been able to get a hold on any member of The Vices. C’mon, give a learner some points.”

With a surprised look on his face, he said, “Beautiful, I'm not the kind of person you think. Don’t you think it’s a little too fast for me to take off my clothes now? We should take it slowly…” Bang! Rachel kicked him and said, “Just take your clothes off and cut the crap!” A chill flickered across the corner of Rick’s eyes. He slowly reached out and unloaded some equipment from his body. Ropes, daggers, laser pointer, miniature smoke bombs, explosives… Rachel looked at those things and felt a headache coming. How could such a guy sneak into her room? “Who are you and why are you in my room?” Rachel asked impassively. Rick unloaded his tools while thinking of ways to escape. He chuckled and

Running from Alexi will be so much worse. Rick was a small-time pimp with a violent personality and paedophilia tendencies. He hated to lose, but he never had the means to find me or the cash to follow me. Alexi has both, and the power to do so much more. I won’t just be running from some evil narcissist with a bad temper and a hate at being fucked over by a little girl.

The last bit of information really shocks Rick. “Your wife is the little girl that was left in the back of that car? Does she know this?” Rick is about to laugh and that is going to send Eric over the edge. Eric glares at Rick. Today is the day that he is going to kill someone for laughing. Rick has enough sense to bite back his brewing laughter.

Lucas turned just in time to notice the blurred figure of Natasha zooming towards Bianca. "Natasha?" Bianca gasped right before Natasha grabbed her and jumped out of the way, missing the truck. One of the men in the truck opened fire when the scarlet speedster suddenly sprang on top of the windshield. The other one—the woman—was in the back of the truck where the metal box was. "I found it!" she said, speaking through an earpiece. "Careful, it's plutonium!" came the other speedster right before he struck out a fist, breaking the windshield and grabbing at the wheel.

Daryl told her, “Ardmore’s not going to kill her. He just gets like this whenever he wakes up from a bad dream.” “Why not let us help her?” Eric said. “Trust me, the more of a fight you give him, the more savage he becomes,” Daryl said. “Besides, she’s holding her own without you.” I sensed Rick was a gentle soul when I probed his mind. I had to wait until he blew off enough steam. He broke free from my grip and kicked me to the end of the alley like a kangaroo. Luckily, I remembered my flying skill and caught myself in midair before I hit a wall.

"You think because you got the President and the Vice President to knot you, you're untouchable? This is the Killer Wolves MC. A ruthless pack. When they are done with you, when the men you desire decide they no longer need you…” "Rikky, don't," Evander warns, taking a step toward her. She doesn't flinch. She takes a step back toward the door, her hand reaching behind her to grab the brass handle. She looks at her father, then back to me, her expression twisting into a cold, dark smirk that chills me to the bone. "Enjoy them while you can, Valerie," Rikky says, her voice flat and cruel. "Because when they’re done, they will tear you apart. And you will come back to me crying."

“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.