Ricky Murda Novels & Stories

he demanded, his voice a mix of fury and desperation. “Oh, nothing permanent,” Ricky said, his voice echoing from all directions. “Yet. But let’s just say she’s been... dosed. A little cocktail I’ve been experimenting with. It’s quite remarkable, really. Slows the body down, and makes the victim... complaint. Unless, of course, the antidote is administered.” Marcellus surged to his feet, his entire body vibrating with rage. “Where is it? Tell me where it is!”

He had never met or spoken to Ricky in person, even though he knew who he was. Ricky is a famous painter, an eccentric artist whose work is considered very expensive and not just anyone can own it. The fact that Lea knew him and was even close to him, made Jayden surprised and felt jealous, because the man existed first in Lea and Luke's life than with him.

His tongue touched mine and I could have sworn my body was on fire. Someone cleared their throat and I pulled away immediately. Nikolas chuckled and looked past my shoulder to see who had interrupted. “Ricco, did you find out what I asked?” He nodded his head and walked to us with a flash drive in his hands. He handed it to Nikolas and walked away. “What is that?” I asked as I eyed the item in his hand suspiciously. Against my better judgment and what Mother had told me, I asked questions I wasn’t supposed to.

"Actually, I should have phrased that as, he was a badass. He's reformed now supposedly. Saw the light and all that. Currently he works helping juveniles to get out of gangs and off the streets." "Sounds like a saint. He a hacker too?" "No. Think of him as muscle. Part of his job, other than making friends with the more unsavory elements, is to keep your lily-white ass safe from those who might be tempted to see what it looks like when you do bend over to grab that bar of soap." "Oh, no, please don't tell me he's going to be my-" She laughed. "Ricky, short for Ricardo, is your new cell-mate boyfriend."

Ricky’s cracking voice sounded borderline masculine as he called out to his friend with urgency, banging his fist on the back door of the truck. Ricky was sixteen years old, and he was the youngest Death Row Infantry-man who worked for the Death Row Corp. Carlos opened the armored truck’s automatic rear door to reveal a slender, pale-skinned Asian kid with a white mohawk and a black eye patch over his left eye. Ricky was an energetic young man, and he looked a little androgynous, which was why he struggled to grow a mustache beneath his developing nose.

Said Vikky pointing at the woman on the opposite who was wearing drinking clothes and wine in his hand. Chloe turned and looked at Vikky's point and nodded. "Yes, since she looked at me earlier, I don't even know her." "She is Andrea, a former Christian, in the past she also loved death with mashii, but after what you wanted was achieved, mashii immediately left her, no matter if she lost one week or more, clearly she was in bondage with mashii. towards mashii. "Don't tell all kinds of stories." Said mashii looked at them all and laughed.

“He’s done mostly consulting work ever since. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Aron Rumero.” The elevator doors rolled open and the people who had been coming down to the lobby level skittered out of their way, even though he was in a much better mood than before. “Don’t know him,” Enzo said flatly, punching the button for the executive offices and feeling like he had won a prize.

The party-goers were invisible to him as he was invisible to them. “Matthew.” He resisted a groan at the sound of his full name being called. “Ricky.” The short, middle-aged man with a balding sport in the middle of his head and a large scar across his nose approached the table and sat opposite him. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” “I had to come by myself since you wouldn’t give Jamie any useful information,” Matt said in a hard voice. Ricky looked behind, leaned in and lowered his voice. “That is because I do not have anything useful to tell him. I already told you to put your mind at ease. I will get you what you need.”

he muttered dryly, the edges of his words sharp with annoyance. Kylie looked away, her hands stilling. "You were dumped in front of me by an SUV registered to Ricky Hayes." Roberto's stomach twisted. The name hit him like a blow to the gut, cold and unrelenting. Ricky. He should've known. "Fuck." The curse left him in a tight whisper. He closed his eyes, trying to steady his mind. Ricky was a hothead, always had been, but he wasn't dangerous-not like Victor. At least, not until now. He'd seen Ricky's temper flare, but this? This was reckless. This was stupid.

"Congratulations." "How is that a scam?" Emma folded her arms and leaned against the bathroom door. "Lia." "Hmm?" "Let's use the little common sense God gave us." Lia narrowed her eyes immediately. "I already don't like where this conversation is going." Emma raised a finger. "The sole heir of the De Luca family." A second finger joined the first. "The son of the infamous Il Re Nero (The Dark King)." A third finger followed. "The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world."