Rico Private Kowalski Skipper Novels & Stories

“I’ll get him on it tonight.” Ciara looked up at me, eyes still red but clearer than before. “Wolf? As in… Kat’s husband?” I nodded. “He’s family. And he’s loyal. If we ask, he’ll put his best man on Siobhan’s past and Maeve’s medical records.” Nonno grunted. “Good. We need someone outside the Ricci name. Someone who can move quietly.” Papa crossed his arms. “Wolf’s hacker — Ghost — is discreet. No digital footprint. No trail. If there’s anything to find, he’ll find it.”

The other short, with tired eyes. The tall one sat across from Rico, slapping a thin file on the table. “Ricardo Morales. Known as Rico. Connected to at least three shootings in the past year. Seen with Kroos, The Boss, and recently tied to Salvatore Marquez’s cartel mess.” He leaned in. “You’ve been busy.” Rico smirked. “You sound like a fan.” The short detective sighed, rubbing his face. “Listen, kid. You’re in deep. Real deep. You keep playing smartass, you’re going to drown.”

Getting out of my apartment, I hopped on my scooter and rode down to the coffee shop. I got to the Coffee shop five minutes before the resumption time. The shop was already opened which meant my boss, Mr. Norway was around. “Mr. Norway. Good morning.” I greeted immediately when I saw him. Mr. Norway happens to be a lone wolf like me. Since he lost his pack, he worked hard to fend for his wife and only son. “Jessica! Good morning!” He answered with excitement and vitality. “Is there a special occasion today? You seem pretty excited.” I added as I dropped my bag behind the counter and began to clean.

He told them to never return, or there would be dire consequences. "Livie, Skylar made it seem you were trouble from the very start. I wanted to rip him apart when I found out he was your mate. But, hey... He did me a huge favor in the end and he didn't even know it." Ricky says, as his hands slowly go down my thighs, and he slowly begins to move his hands back up, under my dress, causing shivers down my spine.

“Really?” “Straight through though,” snapped Alpha Armstrong, “No stopping on Reiver territory, understood?” “Understood.” nodded Pete, hiding his smirk.

She bowed as well and took a seat across from Kent. “Hello Alpha Kent.” She stuttered. “Beautiful. Everything I heard about your daughter is proven true. She is a vision.” Kent said. Then he snapped his fingers. The wolf under him left his side and circled Marianna, he whimpered, then came back to Kent. Kent nodded at him. “Would you like supper, Alpha Kent? I’ve made turkey legs. Freshly caught.” Marianna excitedly said. “Who caught it?” Kent asked. “J—“ Marianna started but my mother gave her a warning look. “I did.” She finished.

Cheryl said loudly as she looked around her. “Not guilty,” Alpha Ramirez stated calmly. “Alpha Ramirez, you are the head Alpha of Brazil and you’ve attended countless meetings with me and Alpha Sinclair as council members, you are aware of our abilities. I warn you now to speak the truth,” Alex said to him. “Alpha Ramirez, did you kill Jane Cooke?” I asked him. “I did not,” he said and his pulse remained steady as I listened to it. “Cheryl Ramirez, did you kill Jane Cooke?” I asked her.

He spread my cheeks slightly so more cum leaked out. A new deep voice cut through the darkness. "Jake that you over there with some fresh pussy? I could hear the moaning from the road." It was Rico. The tattooed mechanic from town. I had seen him earlier when we drove in. His tall muscular frame stepped into view. His eyes locked on my exposed leaking cunt and widened with raw hunger. Mark's flashlight beam swept closer from the path. Rico grinned wide and stepped right up beside us. "God damn look at that married hole dripping," Rico said loudly enough that I worried Mark would hear. "You sharing this slut tonight Jake or do I need to take my turn right now while her hubby is sniffing aroun

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Ana clung to Dom’s arm without shifting her gaze, calling faintly, “Papá?” Javier appeared from the kitchen, still with an apron on. He clapped his hands together twice, dusting off some flour. “Sí, hija?” He looked at his daughter with kind eyes, who stood frozen in fear. Then he followed her gaze to the scarred man, still standing right in front of me. “Marek Kowalczyk,” he said, voice flat. “You’re early.” “It’s Friday,” Marek repeated. “I’m right on time.”