Skipper Kowalski Rico And Private Novels & Stories

Rico replied, still smiling as he turned. Matt squinted at him. “Wait, you two know each other?” “Yeah,” Rico said, grinning. “Back in high school. We were both in the student council.” Matt raised a skeptical brow. “Huh. Never pegged you for a schoolboy, Jes. Always figured you were the type with corny pick-up lines for every girl in sight. Guess that explains the whole seafarer gig—sailing from port to port, huh? Chasing... variety?”

Anton asked in a whisper. Sabatine exchanged a look with Leon. "Rico," Leon said. "Rico Nadir. He was in Sabatine's old unit. He does private security consultancy in Marseilles now. Clean record. Hated how Sabatine was hung out to dry. And more importantly," Leon glanced at Sabatine, "he owes you. For Kosovo."

I spent two days hunting them down, and by the end, they were begging me to kill them just to make it stop. Some people call that excessive. I call it effective. "Keep eyes on them anyway," I say. "The Grecos are like cockroaches. Think you've killed them all and then three more show up. Fucking bastards. " "Will do. Hey, boss, you need me to fly out there? You're in Marco Valentino territory without backup. Makes me nervous." I almost smile. Rico's been with me since the beginning, since those early days when we were both just trying to survive the cartel's initiation rituals. He pulled me out of more than one bad situation. Saved my life at least twice. He's the closest thing I have to fa

"I won’t get too close. But I still need to figure out who did this. You understand that, right?" Sasha nodded weakly. "Just… be careful." Rico stood up and kissed the top of her head gently. "I’ll be careful, I promise. Call me if you need anything, okay?" With that, Rico left her apartment, his heart heavy with the weight of his promise. He was going to find Jack’s killer, no matter what it took. -————————-

I continued. Rico scoffed under his breath and I stopped. Rico Marco, my right-hand man in the Italian branch. Handles day-to-day operations, logistics, and enforcement. Has been with the family long enough to feel entitled to an opinion. Knows the inner workings of deals, routes, and alliances. Someone whom I once trusted without question “What was that?” I asked angrily. “Nothing,” he responded quickly and then I stepped closer. “Say it again.” “I feel it’s because—-” He stood. “Maybe if you hadn’t been distracted, this wouldn’t have happened.”

“But some of us made it out. We’ve been laying low, trying to figure out our next move.” Nodding and processing the information. “Do you have any idea where Marco might be?” Rico hesitated. “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” My heart raced. “What? Do you know something?” He glanced around nervously. “Let’s go somewhere more private,” he suggested. We moved further away from the house, towards the cliff’s edge. The ocean waves crashed against the rocks below, the sound almost drowning out Rico’s next words. “I saw Marco,” he said quietly. “Last week, near the docks. He was with a group of men I didn’t recognize. I guess Powell's men.”

I tensed until I recognized the shape that stepped into the alley—broad-shouldered, hood up against the misting rain, gaze sweeping every angle. Rico. He didn’t smile. We didn’t hug. We weren’t those kinds of friends. He just jerked his chin toward the door. “You still thinking like a CEO?” he muttered under his breath. “Try bastard. Bastards don’t wait for permission.” I swallowed my pride because I didn’t have the luxury of ego. “Lead the way.” We waited until the forklift noise peaked to cover the sound of the lock pick Rico jammed into the backdoor’s old latch. He worked fast, shoulders blocking sightlines from the dock. The lock clicked open with a faint metallic sigh.

Someone was escalating things quickly. “The people that attacked me yesterday,” I said, lifting my gaze back to them. “What do we know?” This time Jen stepped forward. The only woman on Alpha Team and honestly one of the scariest people I know. She was tall, beautiful, calm, and had once stabbed a man through the throat while eating noodles. Iconic behavior honestly. “The shooters from yesterday were Rico’s men,” she said directly. That name settled heavily in the room. Rico. I don’t know much about Rico since I don’t deal with him but Jacob have been dealing with his nonsense for years now. Territorial greed. Money laundering issues. Political interference. Typical pathetic man behavior.

As my eyes scanned the scene, I spotted a familiar figure leading the pack. Anthony . Relief washed over me, but unease lingered. What was Anthony doing here? And who were these men with him? “Rico ,” Anthony called out, his voice calm but dripping with menace. “This ends tonight.” Rico ’s smirk was sharp and chilling. “You think you’ve got what it takes to take me down? With this crew? Dream on, you arrogant bastard.” Anthony ’s expression didn’t waver. “These men aren’t just a crew. They’re former Navy SEALs, and they’re with me. Oh, and you’re outnumbered.”

He answered, bending from the waist with a royal flourish as he opened the door. They were all pessimistic when they first escaped from Tsauno. Rico was the one who made sacrifices; did the grunt-works, ensuring they all had a roof over their heads and bread for their stomachs while denying himself of the comfort insisting that they were his responsibility and relentless until they stuck their feet in the ground. Despite their futility in finding their Alpha, he was glad his boss found something that rocked his life; a true mate. Rico’s rich, woody scent sent a tidal wave over her the moment Brad opened the door causing her thoughts to drift to this morning’s moment of intense love making th