Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.

This time, Sophia's grandfather looked cold to Anthony and spoke. "Who enters you without authorization? Didn't you know it was a Sanchez Family meeting? "What qualification do you have to attend the meeting? you're just a scumbag " Harold Sanchez, son of Don Sanchez's second son Ronald Sanchez, said the grin, "We are in the Sanchez family. Five years ago, besides eating and drinking every day, what else are you doing?" "You go to find a way ? Will you get 200 million for this problem?" Homan Sanchez also spoke, looking into Anthony's eyes and full of contempt.

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

"Chairman, what?! That old man is useless as ever!" "Boss!" Shouted another guard, Salazar was stopped for a while and looked at the man who shouted; "Do you want to die?" "You can kill me after you hear this." Salazar stretched out his neck and gave him a deadly look; "We have found all information about the woman, and she's Sabrina Marquez, former taekwondo athlete, and Solomon's coach. She was defeated in the qualifying round 6 years ago, and her father was killed during the mafia war six years ago."

she taunted. Grumbling, I went back to douse the burning liquid. My throat felt raw, and I knew I would wake up with a bitching hangover. But that tomorrow’s problem anyway. “I didn’t want to cause a scene there,” I told her grimly. “Besides, a man was standing in the nearest bend, waiting to speak to her.” “That was Carlos Sanchez,” she replied like she was a know-it-all. “Sophia Bianco’s maternal uncle. But that’s beside the point.”

Chapter Seventy—Retribution He needed a deep shave, from the stubble which had magically appeared on his jawline. He staggered towards the bar area and grabbed another bottle of brandy, the empty one already discarded with shards of glass all over the floor. The once ever indomitable Justin Santiago, CEO of SAN limited and the first under thirty year old to make it to the Forbes billionaire’s list, now a depressed and heartbroken loser.

I say to him. He looks at the five warriors strewn on the ground, then cracks his neck before getting into position. I beckon him with my fingers, and he rushes me. As expected, he’s the strongest fighter of the group. He’s fast and his hits are hard, but in the end, I’m faster and my hits are harder. I’m not sure how long we spar, long enough that Kieran gets the others to the pack hospital. Finally, I get Silas to tap out and I let him go, standing and reaching out a hand to help him up.

I fixed my ass on the couch. “What?”… “I know you will be mad, Max. But trust me, it has nothing to do with the nutcase lady or her father.” I leaned a little, reaching for a corkscrew, and I screwed off the cork of the bottle. “I’m not fucking mad at you, Leo. I’ve always known you as someone who fucking does things with motives behind it. So what’s the fucking tea? Spill it.” Serving the glasses, “My body has yet to fully recover after the face out with the Maranos. I don’t want your sister to see me as incapable during….” I slid a glass to him.

Saul fussed staring somewhere ahead of him and hissed in pain when he tried to move his hand. “Do not move your right arm until the stitches heal.” Carson gravely warned Saul. “Do you know how dangerous of a man Sherlock Hanes is? He is the country's biggest criminal with a host of underworld businesses. And you went right into the devil's den like you were going to a honeymoon, without even a third person coming to know about it.” Carson complained.