Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

"I am Don Black's spokesman, but don't try to kidnap me. I don't even know what Don Black looks like. He could be among us right now." I scanned the room for any suspicious individuals. "What do you want, and who are you?" Gio inquired, prompting Santiago to introduce himself. "I'm Santiago Sanchez, but you can call me Santiago," he said before his phone rang. "Sorry, I have to take this call." As he answered the phone, Santiago glanced at Gio. "Don Black is willing to make a deal with you." Gio's expression showed his lack of interest in games, but he responded firmly, "Tell me what he wants."

As he fell into a frenzied state, Sachin Taylor was no longer his rational self. A sinister laugh burst from his lips, and anyone who had the misfortune to hear it could not help but feel goosebumps on their skin. Bloodied from head to toe, he walked toward Tyr Summers, stepping on stones and rubble barefooted. His shoes were destroyed earlier. “Good, very good. You are a powerful fighter yourself, having pushed me into this state. However, the game has ended,” Sachin declared.

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.

Monic mentioned whereas Jessica was already off the hook. She was already logged into her PC where she had her very first search about Ben Sanchez and Ramio Sanchez. Ben Sanchez was being defined an ex general from the Mexican Army. A highly ranked detective who had retired about five years ago and decided to start a business with his Ramio Back in Mexico at their home town Aguazul dealing with coffee and transportation. Whereas Ramio had already been running the coffee business needing money to keep it going. The led his brother who had all the money but all he needed was Ramio to help him cop up with transportation business which was Ben’s idea.

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Everyone is approaching the ring and we do the same and, pushing and shoving, we manage to get in the front row as many of them are drunk. -WELL! FIRST WE HAVE A TITAN WITH TEN FIGHTS WON AND TWO LOST WILLIAM THE DESTROYER!- he introduces and some boo and others cheer as they watch him climb into the ring. He's almost six feet tall and has a lot of muscle mass so I'm guessing he'll be slower although that's not completely known. He has his hair shaved to one and brown eyes - AND SECOND BUT NOT LESS IMPORTANT WE HAVE A CHAMPION WITH TWENTY FIGHTS WON AND ZERO LOST, THE DEVIL CAMBELL - this time there are very few people booing him and almost everyone cheering him on. As soon as I see him get

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my cheek, a terrifying contrast to the freezing steel against my skin. "My name is Sanchez," he whispered, the name sounding like a blade being drawn from a sheath. "Don't act all surprised, haven't you seen the stuff I buy your mother. A professor can't afford that. The life of Chadwick is just my hideout, a blend to feel human maybe." I felt my world tilt. "Sanchez.... that name sounded Mafia, my life's is a freaking movie right now, I thought quietly. "You aren't just a teacher with a side hustle. You are..."

Kids lining up to buy gum from Charles Hartley for two dollars a pack. I rushed to my locker. Five minutes until the first period. “Yo!” I turned. Mason Drew. One of the few genuinely evil people in my class. Buzz cut. Good face. Around my height—thankfully. He wore a pair of Miles Morales Jordans, my dream shoes. “How was Mexico, my man?” he asked. “I didn’t go this year. Budget.” He laughed. “Dude, you got infinite money.” “I’m not rich. Have you seen my car?”

“Your worst nightmare. You really thought it'd be that easy huh? You'd just waltz into my territory and do what? Reclaim your family's property?” I chuckle a little, “did you just start this job? You sound like a fucking idiot”. “Oh you think this is funny?” He shoots my right leg and falls to the ground, “try again”. Fucking hell. I turn on the ground and see his ugly scar, I should know I gave it to him. I manage to stand up even though my leg was killing me, “Sanchez?” “yes ma'am” he smiles evilly, “not surprised I see, I mean nothing surprises you these days anymore”.