Is Rico Story True Novels & Stories

Hell would fall on me. “What are you doing here… I thought you said you were going home” Ricardo muttered the question as if he didn't want his acquaintances to hear him. I was hesitant to speak. I lied to him earlier. Who knew I would see him at the restaurant? “I…well…” I tried to gather excuses to tell him. But before I could do so, the entrance door opened and the person I didn't want Ricardo to see walked out. “Ah, Ms Mendoza… you didn't leave or do you need a ride home?” Rocco asked, smirking at me and coming to where we were standing. I stood like a soaked cat, like a kid caught stealing candy. Ricardo didn't seem happy to see Rocco.

His tone was calm, but there was pain in it. He looked away, voice softening. “I used to live with him when we were kids. My parents died early, so his father took me in. Said it was a promise to my father. We were inseparable then…brothers, not cousins. He looked out for me. We did everything together.” There was a faint smile on his lips, but it vanished as quickly as it came. “Then his mother died,” Rico continued quietly. “And he found out the truth, that his father killed my parents. Over money, pride, I don’t even know anymore.”

“That would explain the earlier darkness and the running generator.” A reasonable explanation it was, but he was uneasy. His built-in instinct for danger still nudged him. It was this same instinct that had kept him alive up till now in a deadly lethal game of crime, where only the paranoid and ruthless survived. Jamie Rico, born of an American migrant and a rural farmer, had lived his early years as a farm boy. Those years in rural poverty had left him with a deep scar of a humorous face and a humble look. But behind his humble eyes hid a cold, ruthless, and deathly soul. He was the CEO of Rico Truck Agency. A business that was just a front for his real dealings; drug trafficking.

“Rico! What the hell are you trying to do to the young lady?!” Rico, who was also crying without tears after being accused, explained his side. “I didn't hold her tightly! I am innocent!” “And you think that this young lady was faking her pain?! This is the reason why you're still single until now because you can't be gentle to a lady!” The brawl man exclaimed while glaring at Rico who was innocent. Before they would get into a fight and would implicate me, I immediately spoke softly while looking at them. “I-I am fine... it's just that I got bruised because my Auntie battered me last night that's why when M-Mister Rico held my arm, it aches.”

She looked at my face and read it the way she always read my face now, quickly and accurately. "The police," she said. "Yes. You're going to get a visit. Probably today." She stepped back and I came inside. "What do I tell them," she asked. "The truth where it doesn't connect to me," I said. "You and Rico had a history. He showed up at the restaurant unwanted. He grabbed your arm. You asked him to leave. A friend intervened and escorted him out, don't know where he went after that." "A friend." "That's the word I'd use yes."

His words immediately softened Ricca, and she told him where she was. "You're lucky you’re a woman and I don’t have proof that you're his mistress. Because if I did—I swear, I’d have you killed!" Ricca spat bitterly before ending the call. But when she turned around, Rica was gone. She had already left the subdivision and was now walking along the side of the highway. "Was that Winson’s wife?" Rica asked herself. "That womanizer... How could he cheat and even marry someone else? So everything was a lie. His wife is beautiful—so why did he do this? He’s selfish! What about me and my baby? What now?!" she cried.

Bella scoffs staring at Mother with irritation. "Don't talk to Mum like that" Her head forcefully jerks sideways, spit flying out of her mouth when Carl backhands her and I'm glad he saved me the trouble because that was exactly what I intended to do. "Rico belongs to me and he knows it. I'm his only family. You people locked him up for years and now you are pretending to care because he doesn't remember shit. I'm sure that pregnancy is not his. They are lying to you, babe" This is getting frustrating. What should I believe?