Richie Risky Comics Novels & Stories

Richie’s voice was calm but firm, making Alex stop in his tracks. Alex turned, wiping the sweat from his brow. His hands were still shaking from the emotional storm that had just hit him. “What now?” Alex asked, his voice barely steady. Richie took his time, walking slowly toward him, his presence giving the boss energy. “There’s something I think you should know,” Richie said, his tone laced with both amusement and something darker. Alex narrowed his eyes. “I don’t think I can take any more of this,” he muttered under his breath.

“You brought a game? Of course you did.” Rich waves a hand, ignoring me as he starts dealing cards. “This isn’t just any game. It’s a masterpiece. A work of art. It’s... Rich’s Rules.” He beams as if he’s just announced the invention of the wheel. “You draw a card, you follow the instructions. Could be a question, could be a dare, could be a shot.” Dante leans back, smirking. “How bad are we talking?”

The man was just enjoying himself. "He is a very dangerous person. I believe he is not only connected with me but also with others. He said he doesn't only know me in Golden Circle, but I swear to you, I don’t know who else he is in touch with. How he is connected or how... he is a cunning man." Richo occasionally grimaced, speaking with a weak tone as the pain in his body grew worse.

They never opened to each other but deep inside, in the bottom of their hearts, they want the best for each other. Caspian parked his Raptor beside the big bike, Kawasaki Nija 400 BS6. His brows furrowed after realizing that none of his mafias own the big bike. Though Casper owned a big bike, he doesn't own a Kawasaki. "Who's bike is this?" He pointed at it. "Ah! That owned by someone I know," Raziel said before he entered the elevator. All of them went inside except Caspian. "You won't go in?"