Novel & Cerita Pretty Ricky Age Ain't Nothing But A Number

I got down but just as I did, two tall muscular men walked up to me and demanded I hand them the key to my bike. I refused and stood my ground. They brought out a gun to scare me yet I held the key tightly. One of the men pointed the gun at my head. Before he could pull the trigger, someone punched him from behind and he landed on the ground. Seeing what had happened, the other man ran away. “I am Ricky, you are one tough guy.” Those were his exact words to me. He then gave me his number and demanded I call him the next morning. I barely slept that night. The next morning I gave him a call and he asked me to come to a particular address.

I slowly turn my face back toward him. And spit. It hits his cheek. Time freezes. Ricky stares at me like he doesn’t recognize what he’s looking at. Then his face twists, rage tearing through whatever mask he was wearing. His fist draws back. I brace myself. A sound cuts through the air outside. Sharp. Distant. Gunfire. Ricky freezes. Then he smiles. “Oh,” he says softly, almost delighted. “That’s my cue.” He straightens, smoothing his jacket like he’s about to step onto a stage. “Showtime.”

"No we're not." "You are living in denial. Face facts. No matter what you say, or pretend, we both know in the end, I will have you. Naked. Sweating. Panting. And creaming hard. I promise you'll be purring by the time I'm done." Ricky didn't play coy. He'd already had a glimpse of her passion. The main event was sure to prove explosive.

Ricky’s voice pulled me from my thoughts that I seemed to be getting lost in very easily lately. “I’m fine.” I answered. “Girl, you know that whole fine thing doesn’t work on me. I know no woman is actually fine when she uses that word.” He nudged my shoulder, and I pushed around the last of my salad in the bowl. “I’m tired, Ricky.”

ASHTON REFUSED TO SUBMIT TO ANY OF THEM. Just like at this very moment… Alpha Nicholas descended into the dungeons and headed directly to Ashton's cell, where he was with a small boy named Rickey. Rickey, who is currently 15 years old, was captured alongside his parents and Ashton when he was just twelve. Unfortunately, his parents lost their lives a few months prior. Ashton made it his mission to protect Rickey at all costs, seeing him as a younger brother.

Ricky shook the gun in his hand, his eyes gleaming with excitement, like a bloodthirsty madman, “Pick someone. Ten shots.” His tone was nonchalant, as if discussing something trivial. But everyone in the room understood: ten shots would surely kill. The air grew heavier, each breath more strained than the last. Ricky’s smirk deepened, his fingers tracing the trigger lightly, a sickening gleam in his eyes. "If none of you steps up, I’ll just shoot your precious Dean right here. One shot, straight to the head," he taunted, the malice in his voice palpable.

r Ricardo let out a laugh thst held no humor, “If I had stayed in my hole, how then would I tell the world that Ryke Sterling is not only their star billionaire but also a child trafficker?”

Age gap wasn't an issue. "You fucking bastard! You never ever lay your hand on a woman!" **without her consent** Ricky just laughs, "like you haven't?" I narrow my eyes at his muscled figure, wondering where he's going with this. "I know what you do man. I have my contacts too. You dirty man whore!" Fuck shit bastard! "You can think what you like Ricky, I'm nothing like you. At least my women ask me to do it. Annabell never ever asked you to smack her around!"

Livie (a few days later) It's Ricky's birthday, he's finally turning 19 today. I can't believe time has gone by so fast. I still have about eight months before my birthday, but I am so happy right now, nothing can possibly ruin today. I have been preparing non-stop for today for days, making sure to have everything set perfectly. Ricky doesn't want anything big and extravagant, which is impossible since our pack is so big. Our pack alone is hundreds in number. But- to make his birthday even more exciting, I went to the extent of sending invitations to some of his old buddies.

He yelled out at Aaron who’d just turned the corner. Watching their interaction Aaron looked up the hallway to me and nodded, I nodded in response and Ricky skipped his way back to me singing about someone dying and he having flower that made the dead smile. He is a weird man, you wouldn’t think he is much older now with the ancestors in his blood than 22. We were about to leave the door to Savannah’s room and go to training when she flung it open making Ricky squeal and jump. “Damn, if you didn’t look like a hot mess right now, my pants would be the only mess here” He said to her.