Speaker Knockerz Rico Story Novels & Stories

The ride back feels charged with purpose, revenge within reach after so many years of waiting. But as we approach the compound gates, something settles over me. The yard lights blaze bright, and a cluster of the crew gathers around one of the bikes, heads bowed, expressions grim. Knox shuts off his engine first and lets out a low curse at the sight. Rico, one of our younger members, lies on the ground beside his motorcycle, throat slashed deep, blood pooled dark beneath him. His eyes remain open, staring blankly upward, and his cut has been deliberately sliced through in mockery.

Betty giggled, wrapping her arm around Martin like a vine, clearly trying to wedge herself into the conversation. "About that…" Ricochet shifted his weight—well, our weight—onto his other leg and let out a low hum. "She won’t be able to go to work today. You see… she’s a little off and needs rest. Don’t worry though… I’ll take very good care of my ‘wife’." Every word came out with emphasis in each syllable, and I could tell he did it just to needle Martin. Right in his face. "What? Who said I’m sick?" I grunted, trying to wriggle free again, but before I could, his other hand clamped around my lower leg and gave a teasing pinch.

Alex knelt beside her, his expression unreadable. “She’s not just a reporter,” Alex murmured, his gaze cutting through Rico like a blade. “She’s a problem. And problems don’t last long around here.” “Was this you?” Rico asked A smile appeared on Alex face, “I would have done a better job” as Rico gaze intently at Alex, they heard a loud explosion outside.

I knew they had installed trackers in our phones and could hear everything we were talking while attending a call. I closed my laptop and stood, smoothing down my clothes before walking towards the door. The knock came again, more insistent this time. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to find Riccardo standing there, his hand mid-air, ready to knock again. He dropped it as soon as he saw me.

“You gonna punch me now? Ruin your little princely image?” I shoved him. “Answer the damn question!” “He wanted to feel nothing. So I gave him nothing. The game’s called Kiss or Kill, sweetheart. He chose the kill.” I froze. My chest tightened. “What did you just say?” “Kiss. Or. Kill.” He said it slow, like it tasted sweet. I kept staring, my heart sinking. That name wasn’t supposed to exist anymore. It had died with Lior. How did Ricco know about it?

“Stupid, looking back.” “You’re not stupid,” Jax said quietly. His voice was low, husky,It did something to my insides. “You trusted him. That’s different.” We talked longer than I expected. Rico told me about growing up riding with his dad, how he patched into the club five years ago. He made me laugh describing the worst wreck he’d ever seen,his own, sliding under a truck and walking away with just a broken arm and a story. Jax was the quiet one, but when he spoke it mattered. He’d been in the club longer, handled “club business” that he didn’t go into detail about. Enforcer. I could see it in the way he carried himself, protective, watchful.

He looked at me for once, I tried to smile at him but then looked away. "And who are you? Knight in shining armor? You thought you were the only one with a weapon? We have one too! Besides, there's only one! We have many!" Rico said with a smile and immediately took their guns. Saint laughed softly. "Do you know underground businesses?" Saint asked her as he slowly cocked his gun and I saw that he took a silencer from his pocket and put it on the muzzle of his gun. "Of course! We are one of the bosses there!" Pride of one.

Ricochet proceeded with the announcements, “we have Mad Dog, the President of the Hellhounds Motorcycle Club.” Raucous cheers erupted through the underground arena and charged the air. The bloodthirsty crowd all wanted to see some guts spilled, no matter whose they were. “And in the left corner, from the mountain range of Forest Hills, we have the son of Razor, and member of the Roughnecks Motorcycle Club, Kian Jones!” The name didn’t seem to fit the raging demon inside me. It felt as if Kian Jones was some guy I knew from another lifetime.

She demanded throatily, hearing the incessant and impatient knocks on her door. “Rico.” “Come in.” Entering the room, Rico covered the distance between them in a flash. He pushed roughly on the bed. He let out a guttural sound as she landed on the bed with a thud, straddling her he let the animal in him come out to play.

A deep angry growl sounded beside them, gaining their attention. " What happened!" Beatrix asked, getting up from the bench and walking towards Ricardo and Rob. " He sure can land a punch! I have never seen someone break someone's nose so hard." Rob praised, and a laugh escaped him. " What are you talking about?" Roxy asked, standing beside Beatrix but Beatrix's focus is on Ricardo who is seething and grinding his teeth in Anger. " Our Ricardo broke Jordy's nose and made him sign the agreement papers and cheque in minutes," Rob said, clapping on Ricardo's back proudly.