Speaker Knockerz Rico Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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. -————————-

“But… I wouldn’t mind if you sent me some. It’s an expensive lifestyle, after all.” I clenched my jaw. His jokes weren’t amusing, and I had neither the time nor patience for them. He needed to get to the point before I lost my temper. “Start talking,” I warned, my voice low and deliberate. Rico stood, gripping the chair’s arm for balance. He slid his hands into the pockets of his designer jeans—the latest edition, no doubt. Expensive, though I’d rather he invested in something more worthwhile than whatever reckless fashion trends he followed.

#Rico’s POV# The crunch of my knuckles against brick echoes louder than the shitty bass from the speaker beside me. I drag my fist back from the backstage wall and stare at the blood blooming across my hand like ink in water. Another failed pitch. Another rejection. Another patronizing, “We’ll get back to you when the market’s more stable,” from a man who didn’t even let me finish my fucking proposal. I lean forward, both hands pressed to the wall now, breathing hard.

Lorenzo clicked his tongue and tore off the tape on Rico’s mouth. “Start talking.What did you hope to achieve by doing that?”He asked but Rico didn’t respond. “If you want money,why didn’t you just go straight to the point.But you keep send restricted texts,you never ask for money,you just keep taunting me.Me?How dare you?!”A heavy blow fell on Rico’s cheek and he spat out blood. “Now tell me,who’s your partner?I’m aware there are two of you.” He quickly shook his head.”No…no,it’s just me.”

I let out a sigh as I looked down, receiving apologetic smiles from Chey and Deidra. I looked up suddenly at a knock on the door. He was only 17 minutes late. I skipped over to the door and opened it. My smile fell when I saw Spike. He had his blonde hair was combed back, and he was dressed in nice pants and a button-up white shirt. "Sorry, I know I'm a little early." He said as he ran his hand down his shirt nervously. "Is Cheyenne ready?" I opened the door wider with a smile as she jumped up from the couch. Chey smiled like a little kid, grabbed her purse, and walked out the door with him after he told her how gorgeous she looked.

A creepy laugh came out of the mouth of the potbelly man as he showed his set of disgusting rotten teeth. You don’t tell us what to do ? Oh, I replied. I don’t ? “No you don’t kill lan, you can’t just walk in here for the first and get mad that they kept you waiting, my first time meeting them I had to wait for days so I don’t see no reasons why you should do that” Rico says as he smiled at us. Zade tried to say something but instead I stopped them as I turned to face the fool.

She giggled at the story, “sounds like a Royal thing to do.” “Helping friends?” “No being a bully and beating people up. He picks on me all the time.” The man threw his head back and laughed, “oh, I like her! Come, Famke, let me get you the best seat in the house. My name is Rico by the way and my establishment is named after my mother, god rest her soul.” He held out a chair and with a flourish swung out a napkin, put it over her lap and then pushed her chair in.

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.

No matter what. Realization dawned on me, and I remembered Knives telling me that he made a mistake trying to run Cracker out of town, which ended with her seriously hurt. With a frown, I turned back to the fight. So this is apparently how he was making it up to her. *Deep sigh!* Well, I guess some things will never change... “GO FOR THE NUTS!” Someone – I think it was Ink? – hollered and laughed. “NOT THE FUCKING NUTS!” Knives roared back, furiously as spat out some blood. “That was the deal!”

Zack Thompson was so angry that he kicked the chair, “You dare to be impudent to Mr. Russell Raines? See, I will kill you!” While saying this, Zack Thompson suddenly felt someone was holding his right hand. The hand holding it felt really strong. Nicko immediately grinned and said, "Fine, then I'll give you twelve sounds!" Zack Thompson immediately asked, “Twelve sounds? What's that? You want to play music with me?” Nicko didn't say anything but immediately stepped closer to Zack, grabbed the thumb of the man's right hand, and slowly pushed him back. After that there was a 'crack' sound, and immediately his thumb snapped and bent backwards. In an instant Zack screamed in pain.