Ricky Murda Novels & Stories

Rolando naturally placed his hand on his warm shoulder. "Let me introduce you, this is the Ms. Osborn that I mentioned to you before." The man smiled elegantly. "I know." Rolando looked at her again. "This is my bro, you should have heard of his name before, the domestic film and television giants, Ricky Murillo." Of course, she had heard of it. Back then, she had a gossip expert, Cynthia, by her side. Ricky, one of the Four Young Masters of Northmarble, had been mentioned on the news. It heard that he had many affairs but never related to some women. .

He's wearing a pink bathrobe with feathers, nothing but that, his long black hair is floating on his shoulders, a cigar in his mouth and big round glasses on his nose, it looks like he wants to look like a mobster. "Rick Walters? " The noise around us stops and they all turn to me with one head. "Who are you? " "I'm not sure if my name tells you anything, but I'm here to talk business. My secretary contacted your secretary who gave us the address..." "And what business could I possibly discuss with you? " "Can we discuss it alone? " He looks at the people around him and gives a sigh while giving a slap on the buttock of the girl sitting on his lap.

I stepped toward the door, but paused long enough to look back at Ciara — held between my mother and grandmother, finally believed, finally safe. “We’ll get answers, Kitten,” I said softly. “I promise.” And for the first time since Maeve died… she wasn’t carrying the truth alone. I stepped out into the hallway, closing the office door behind me so Ciara wouldn’t hear the edge in my voice. I didn’t want her worrying more than she already was. I hit Wolf’s name on my phone. He answered on the second ring. “Ricci,” he said, voice low and rough, the background noise of the MC’s clubhouse humming behind him. “This better be good. I was in the middle of something.”

RICKY'S POV Ricky stared at the blank pistol in his hand and fumed. He never thought, for once, that he would use it on the very person he trusted the most. He groaned and tucked it inside the pocket of his jacket. He left immediately with Buster and some other gammas. Ricky had made it a mission to track down and kill two of his enemies, Andy and Rhett. He wasn't going to spare any of them. They had each hurt him in different ways, and they would pay for it.

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 chuckled and caressed his head, “Such a cutie pie she is, I really love her!” Saying this he too walked away. “What the hell were you guys talking about?” Ricky asked as he glared at him, “Why do I need to tell you about my private conversation with Lucy?” Ryan was standing just around them and heard it. His ears stood up and started hearing what they were talking about Lucy. “Tell me, otherwise I will kill you for sure!” Ricky said with clenched teeth. “Hah! Are you trying to intimidate a mafia king’s son? For real? Are you in your right mind?”

Gloria yelled when they had reached the door. Lucia had now cut two toxic people out of her life. The Prince and her evil Aunt.

I noticed that she had two smaller bags as well. “What’s in these?” I asked, pointing to the smaller bags. “One is my camera and all the extra equipment, the other is my computer and stuff” She answered. I picked up both bags and slung them over my shoulder and started walking. I was hoping she was following. She wasn’t, because when I turned around I saw Brady introducing her to Nick our other guitarist, Eli our bass player, and Trevor our drummer. I watched as Trevor gave her one of his massive bear hugs. I love the guy, he is like a brother to me. Kyaria was lost in him. He is a massive guy.

“Yes… Uncle, whoever you are… thank you for helping me.” Ricky sighed, half amused and half annoyed. “I’m not your uncle, little girl. My name is Ricky. Ricky Zayden Mascherano.” Hearing that, Olivia tried to focus her gaze. The name sounded unfamiliar, but the way this man spoke somehow made her feel a little safe. She took the cup of tea, sipping it slowly. Warmth spread down her throat. “Little girls like you shouldn’t be in nightclubs,” Ricky scolded firmly. “You couldn’t even handle a single drink. What were you thinking?”