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Ricky's small frame became even more conspicuous, serving as a stark reminder of Cedric's potential neglect. Ricky squirmed uneasily, yelling, "I don't want to go to the mall with you. I want Daddy to shoot and win a big teddy for me." It felt as though all 29 bullets Austin had fired had hit Sophie's heart simultaneously, the pain making it hard for her to breathe. She stared in shock at the little boy before her. 'He calls Vivienne "Mommy" and Cedric "Daddy," and his name is Ricky! 'Apart from the Carlsons and me, not many people know Cedric's childhood nickname, which was Ricky!'

Justine asked. Ricky did not say anything at first and he just roamed his eyes around us until it stopped to Gigi. And that’s when several questions came to my mind. I honestly don’t know what their relations are. Although I tried asking Gigi about that the last time, and she just gave me a vague answer. So, I figured out they don’t want to talk about that. “I’m doing good. How long have I been sleeping?” Ricky suddenly asked. The three of us surrounded him as Justine continued talking to him. “You’ve been unconscious for twenty-four hours straight,” both his arms were crossed in his chest.

I smiled brightly at him so that he will know that I am telling the truth. “Well of course you are older than me” now I am the one who is shock. “How old are you. I think so too that you are younger than me” I ask him. “I am 19 years old sir” He said. “What!?” my mouth fell open and I got dumbfounded. How on earth he is so young. “Why?” Maybe he got confuse again. So I fixed my posture and I clear my throat. “Well you can still call me Rick. You are young but you have the guts to go at my bar.” I tease him.

partner," Ricky meant a life partner rather than a business associate. Ricky had always been a bit different from others, but in my eyes, that made us inseparable siblings, close friends, partners in crime, and the only family we had left.” “According to rumors at the orphanage where we grew up, our parents divorced and left us there to start new lives. I was only three years old at the time, so I have no recollection of our parents' faces. However, Ricky was always there for me. Our lives at the orphanage were far from ideal, but Ricky constantly reminded me that it could have been worse.”

“No one really calls me Prince Rick, and I called Paul an old friend because we have been friends since we were kids.” “Okay so if you to are the same age then how old are you” Rick questioned “That is simple, I am 6 billion years old,” Rick spoke blankly. “Ok and it doesn't bother you that your friend who is 6 billions years old is going out with your 16 years old niece” Jake spoke blankly.

But Elva couldn't spot her nervous friend, Nicky Winterfield. "Elva?" A familiar voice called. Elva flipped over and took an awkward step back to put a distance to their closeness. "Ricky." She nodded back. The darkness in the theatre helped a bit or the hazel eyed assistant would've been caught drooling at the fine piece of art before her! Clad in matching denim jeans and a black inner sweatshirt, Ricky looked really good. His handsome profile shone with a tingle of joy which was exposed in the smile he wore.

My friend and I were at the club, celebrating my 21st birthday. I have waited for this day for as long as I can remember. I was finally free to do whatever it is that I wanted to do without anyone telling me differently. It felt so surreal to be in this club. It was a hard club to get into and very popular. How we go let right in the moment we showed up was beyond me. There was one reason I wanted to come to this club and that was Dante Ricci. From what I saw in magazines, he was a dream. He was not much older than me, at about 23 years old, 6’3, brown hair and chocolate-colored eyes. He is the definition of a pantie dropper.

I asked as I pulled his head onto my lap "Sammy. He finally did it," Ricky said crying "Did what?" I asked "He made Nicky choose and Nicky chose him. Two nights ago Nicky came here and told me we can't be friends anymore. that he wants nothing to do with me and said I should never bother him again," Ricky said crying "Oh, baby. I'm so sorry. Nick is making a mistake and he will come back begging for your forgiveness. I promise everything will be fine, Ricky," I said

" she asks. "He's pretty tall. A jerk too like any other brother." I said, forgetting that Nick was Tracy's brother. "True. I totally agree to that. Im glad we share the same agony having older brothers." Tracy gazed at Nick who gave me the look while Alec and Clyde were laughing on their seats. I bit my lower lip and just continued sipping on my juice. "Is he old? How old is he?" Tracy asked with a smile. "He's twenty-five." I answered.

For a while, neither of us said anything. The sounds of battle continued outside. Distant howls. Gunshots. The occasional scream. The mansion trembled every now and then from the force of shifting wolves crashing into walls and furniture somewhere beyond the room. Then Ricky suddenly spoke. “You are kinda like my daughter.” I looked up. The comment caught me off guard. “She had the same hair as you.” I froze. Just slightly. The way he said it. Past tense. “Had?” The amusement on his face disappeared. “She passed away when she was ten.”