Lackadaisy Rocky Rickaby Novels & Stories

“Starr, my star.” “Hi, Rocky,” Alison responds before I do, nudging me. “Hi, Rocks.” I feign excitement. Rocky grins, “You look radiant, the crowd is lucky to have you grace them with your presence.” “Wow, Rocks.” Alison cracks up, the praise is very dissimilar to him. “Um, that's not even kissing ass, you're straight up licking it.” “Right,” I laugh. “what do you want?” Rocky shrugs, “Nothing,” he tells me, proceeding to throw his arm over my shoulder. “Come with me.”.

Within twenty-four hours, Rocky had found one of the best that would be convenient for both him and her family. *************** It took Hayden two days by road to get to Detroit, where his brother coincidentally was. Rocky had given him a brief on his movements. Apparently he was indoors all day, only to come out at night, purchase dry gin from the closest brothel and return back to his house. Sometimes, he took women back with him. Rocky had been very specific about his preference. It was either brunettes or red-haired. It didn’t matter if it was fake or not—he was too drunk to tell anyway, but he would never go home with any other hair color than these two.

“I’m just some roughneck from the wrong side of the track.” She closed her eyes. “I’d gladly go with you to any side of the track. I’m not too good for you Rage Cohen. You just need a little light for your future, and I hope you see it now, because I always have.”

I huffed deciding whipping something up in the kitchen might be a better distraction. I pulled on an oversized hoodie I had stolen from Raymond two years ago and trudged downstairs to the kitchen. Before I even stepped down the last step, I heard a soft tune drift off towards me. I went over to the living room where the sound was coming from and found Trace seated on the couch. He was barefoot and wearing sweatpants and a faded band tee. His dark hair was styled in that fashionable messy way it always seemed to be in. And he had his guitar across his lap.

She grabbed on tightly to Damian's arm and didn't dare to breathe too loudly. "That's enough, Mr. Rocky. She's still of some use to me," Damian said softly with a frown on his face. "Yes, sir! Understood, sir!" Rocky said at once. "Also, you can just call me 'Rocky' like the others, sir. I'm not worthy of the title. Just 'Rocky' will do!" The gangsters behind him couldn't help their mouths curling up into a grin. They had never heard Rocky or Bobby being so polite with anyone else before, and they somehow found it amusing.

I dropped my phone and swung my feet down from the sofa, searching frantically for my shoes, but as Rocky Ace was already striding toward me, I stood up in my bare feet. “He asleep?” he demanded. “Yeah.” “How’d it go?” “Fine. We—” “Anything I should know about?” Rocky Ace seemed like he might fire an endless array of questions my way, so I decided to change up my answers. “I now know that some dinosaurs were smaller than chickens.” XXX

Lyra Lyra raced to keep up with Garrick, rain falling in torrential sheets. Grass whipped against her legs. The storm drowned out everything, as Garrick veered left, heading toward the base of a rocky hill. The grass was thick here, shoulder-high, but Garrick never slowed. He pushed through the dense growth to a patch of large rocks nestled within the hill’s slope. A small path ran between them, only visible if you were looking for it. “Welcome to the man cave.” Garrick said, glancing at her over his shoulder. His lips twitched in a wry smile.

I don’t like the look on her face. “That was Gabby.” She tells me. “Ok,” I reply. “I am guessing she was the woman here with hottie #1 and hottie #2.” I say to her. “Yes, she is the assistant to Brady, hottie #2. They manage the band Crazy.” Evie explains. I know who that band. They are one of the biggest rock bands. I have been a fan since they released their first album five years ago. I look at her. I am not sure why she is smiling at me.

Frankie mocked and Jerry pouted sadly Rocky phone started ringing and they kept quiet "It's dad" He winked and the boys listened as he put the call in a loud speaker "Hey old man" Rocky said "Hey young man" His dad replied "Good to hear your voice,,sound so rich" Rocky teased and the boys chuckled

HER ROCK Chapter 1 Ella's POV: Lonely is a word I could use to describe myself. Sure I have friends, well if you could even call them that, more like acquaintances. But that's all they are. I don't like to hang out or go to after school games or events. I would rather be alone at home in my room reading or watching Netflix. When my friends ask to hang out, which is very rare, I make up some lame excuse so I don't have to.