Speaker Knockerz Rico Story Novels & Stories

His body blocked my view, but I heard the scrape of metal against bone. With a fierce growl, Rico shoved the blade aside, twisting it from teacher Norkie’s grip. The older man staggered, losing balance for just a second. Rico didn’t waste it. He drove his foot hard into teacher Norkie’s stomach. The sound was brutal—a sharp, hollow thud—as the kick sent him sprawling onto his back. Before I could even register what happened, Rico scooped me into his arms in a tight bridal carry and bolted for the trees.

He lectured him. Klyde raose an eyebrow and displayed a wide grin and let out a loud laugh that lasts for seconds. "Oh you funny, Rig. What are you? An Australian James Bond or modern Indiana Jones or something? Part of the the , I guess mm... Mike Lowery? Martin? What? F*cker." "It's Ricochet Zimmerman, and I'm AFP." Klyde cackled. "AFP Ricochet Zimmerman, your mama doesn't love you, maybe? You motherf*cker, I should've known your f*cking police badge ass of a sh*t. I should've killed you, you f*cker."

"Yo, you Sophie?" The knock had been forceful and sharp, like a fist attempting to smash the door. It was not long past seven on a Thursday morning. I'd just kissed Ethan farewell at the bus stop and was halfway through my cold tea when the voice cut through the quiet. I peeped through the peephole, thudding heart against my ribs. He was standing there. Rico. I hadn't needed to ask who he was. Kattie had shown me a blurry selfie of them both once, him displaying wads of cash and her half-grinning like she was attempting to convince herself it was okay.

Ominicient P.O.V Rico and Insigne were seated in their mini apartment, watching Jerry Springer's show, when they suddenly heard a knock. Insigne stared at Rico, while the latter also stared back. None of them were totally expecting a guest and thus it became vital to know the identity of the one behind the door. "Identify yourself" Rico declared as he stayed right behind the door, while Insigne held the guns in his hand, waiting for anyone who dare Intrude into their house.

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.

I spit. A sneer rose from the corner of his lip, and he backhanded me. I hit the mattress, stars danced along the corner of my vision, my breath caught in my throat. I needed to be strong, so I bit my tongue until I tasted blood. “You’ll shut your stupid mouth. Rage might like that shit, but I like my women obedient and silent.” The doorbell sounded and Denver cursed. “Come on guys, I bet that’s the pizza. I’m getting hungry, anyway.”

“Good.” Then his eyes drifted toward Jarek and me. Then back to Sable. Then to our joined hands. Then back to Jarek. Rico blinked. Twice. “Well I’ll be damned.” Marcus support services immediately activated. “What?” Rico pointed. “You.” “Me?” “No. Him.” He pointed at Jarek. “I sponsored one toy run and somehow ended up watching the motherfucking king here fall in love.” Jarek rolled his eyes. “We need tattoos.”

I've never tolerated disloyalty, and I won't start today. I walk past both Xaver and Enrico toward my desk once more. I search around before finding the device that I'm after. Once I find it, I walk back to Enrico and Xaver. I watch in satisfaction as Enrico's eyes zero in on the device in my hand. The Spanish Tickler. The device may have an innocent-sounding name, but it was anything but. The Spanish tickler was a set of claws designed to rip through flesh and penetrate to the bone. Ripping flesh and muscle from the body in chunks. I raised my hand and ran it through Enrico's torso as he screamed for his life. Blood gushing everywhere as the claws tore through his body.

But it was not worth the effort. Instead, I turned and headed toward Rico’s office. The closer I got, the louder his voice became. The door to his office was slightly open. “Come on, man,” Rico was saying. “I told you I will pay you your money. The club just isn’t pumping like it used to.” There was a pause. Then Rico exploded. A string of curses flew out of the office loud enough to shake the hallway. Something crashed inside. Glass maybe. Or a bottle hitting the wall.

“ My side and I would love to say a big thank you to everyone that's just present right here . We know that this isn't the right time to be saying this but we want to say a bog thank you to you all for caring about us and shoeing that you do card, we had just returned and each and everyone of you took your time to make such that you can here to co gratukatd us, I promise that I would never take this act from you guys for granted, you all ate just the best things that had ever happened to me and I want to say a big thank you to you for your support, your undying love and care towards us and you she's of sympathy and for this love had act from you guys, I promise that I would make sure that I