Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Nelson turned stiff and his smile froze in place. Everyone who thought Adrain was a dead man gaped with their mouths wide open. Samantha was covering her mouth. Her face had a look of awe as she gazed at Adrian. ‘Did he just send the underworld boxing champion flying?’ Nobody could believe what they just witnessed. Rick was a highly reputable man who had become the champion of the underworld boxing ring dozens of times. Yet, at that very moment, the same man was crying his heart out because of his broken hand.

“Jose Martinez. He’s a bad dude. I served with him for a while in the marines. I went special forces and he went home. I haven’t caught up with him since I’ve been back though.” “Exactly he is tough shit. Next one is my top financial guy. My IT guy has already moved the money to safe locations and there is a system in place so he will not notice the change for a while. Then we have one of our hardest loan sharks I have ever met or dealt with. This guy is tough to deal with but not impossible. George Sanchez. He is my first cousin. He is supposed to be running things while we get the cartel squared away to combine the two.”

Dr Sanchez hissed, quickly getting up from his seat and rushed toward me. “...rest, I'll call a doctor” he said, gently pushing my shoulders back and I let him. Lowering my head back on the soft pillow, I closed my eyes to listen to the pain and only opened them when I heard a door opening. A doctor walked in with a nurse following close behind him with a cart. He smiled when he noticed me awake and approached the bed. “Good morning Dr Sanchez, miss Sanchez” He shook Dr Sanchez's hand begore turning to me “... how are you feeling?? I'm Dr Santiago'' He asked, just as the nurse pushed her cart inside and stopped on the other side of me.

He frowned, noticing my choice of name for him. I tilted my head, hesitating to ask. He had a fair advantage in both physique and appearance, with the deepest shade of brown in his eyes, pale white skin, lean muscles hidden underneath the crisp suit he wore, and fixed black hair, dark as charcoal. I had heard about him, the heir of the infamous Sanchez Corporation. The dreaded son of a father living the life of luxury, the most brutal and twisted suitor despite his looks. "Something wrong, Abby?" I hadn't noticed that he was staring at me, face crinkled in curiosity. "Nothing, I'm sorry I should go now"

So it wasn't right for him to think about someone else's girlfriend. The next morning, he went to his office and Carmen told him that the CEO of Safari company was waiting for him inside the office. Philip nodded and walked inside, closing the door behind him. "Good morning, Mr. Frank." He greeted with a faint smile. "Yes, Mr. Philip. You asked for a brief meeting," Frank said in an indifferent tone. He was in his forties with grey hair and a handsome face. He had this deep male voice and brown eyes. Everything about him told that he had enough attitude and potential to be a great leader of any company.

His focus on the flames as they crackled and waved. “The Luna has arrived,” Odis announced. The young man turned around has dark skin and his black hair is puffy and wild. A firm strong jawline, thin lips, and sharp prominent nose. The most surprising thing is his eyes, brown eyes with a white cloud over them. The doctor is blind. “Good afternoon, Luna. My name is James Sylvester. It’s a pleasure and an honor to meet you,” the doctor said. “A pleasure to meet you. You seem quite…”

Sanchez reported through his phone while watching people craving peace and cure for the deadly disease. “We are on the way. Be ready.” Sanchez immediately put his phone in his pocket after the call ended and drove his car to the boundary between San Lorenzo and San Juan to wait for the tanker truck where Ferran was riding. Nervousness filled Sanchez’s body system. He doesn’t know what will be the result of their plan. He inhaled and exhaled a lot of times until he cleared his mind and just focused on their plans. “This is for the lives of hundreds of people.” He gripped the steering wheel of his car. “There is no time to be afraid. Just have faith. Have fate. Everything will be alright.” San

It was adding another charm to his inevitable personality, that was screaming, I’m the boss here. Then my eyes travelled down to his jawline and as I said earlier, it was sharp. As the red-coloured lighting of the club hit on his face it made him the most fatal man walking alive on the earth. His eyes were still on the man who was making me jump out of my skin and I noted how that man must be shrieking inside in front of that more than six feet tall giant. “You better leave.” His voice was dangerously thick but sweet deep like honey that would melt any girl’s heart. Not mine though. I was born differently. I was immune to the charms of any man who wanted to get in my pants.

Nolan: The sound of fists slamming into the heavy bag was the only thing that kept my head quiet. At least that was what I told myself with each punch that I was making. At least that was what I tried to convince myself with. Left. Right. Hook. Harder. Faster. Uppercut. Right. Left. Again. Harder. And this was how it was going. This was how it was going to have to be. The chain creaked with each blow, the leather groaning under my fists as sweat dripped down my jaw.