Will Rick Lose His Hand Novels & Stories

I wondered if he had told Rick how he lost our daughter to a bet? “Trust me, I tried to kiss her because my brain wasn’t working and the next thing I know,” Rick said, “she slapped the fu** out of me. So yeah! No! she is not disloyal, in fact, she and I were caged in there by Roxanne,” Rick seemed to be in his senses now. He was still taking heavy breaths here and there but at least he was able to speak back for himself and me.

Rick's eyes fluttered open, and he gazed up at his mother. "I apologize for waking you up, dear," Rachel murmured. "It's alright. I couldn't sleep," Rick replied. "I was so worried. I called your workplace, but they said you hadn't shown up." "Why bother going to work, Mom? My company is going to go under soon anyway." "What are you saying? You said you would fix everything yesterday." Rick sat up, visibly distraught and ran his hands through his hair in frustratio. "I only made things worse. The child I was going to use to win Serena back is dead. I only ended up reopening her wounds. And to top it all off, Gina refused to leave."

It’s funny how people become tied up, useless, unable to act, when the ones they loved are threatened. Just another reason I never waste my energy on something as futile and fragile as love. Rick speaks again, finally saying something that doesn’t revolve around the Mahonnas. “I’ve got some news on Project Six.” I grind the butt of my cigar on an ash tray. “Why didn’t you start with that?” “Well, I thought congratulations are in order.” Rick is my second-in-command and as bulky as he looks, it takes everything within me to resist the urge to snap his neck sometimes.

If he got this program written by Thursday, he could send it to Steve to test before he went on vacation. He put the pen aside for a moment and rubbed his eyes with the thumb and index finger of his right hand. Lowering his hand again, he gave it a long look. It was nice to be rid of the brace! He flexed his fingers as far as he could, then sprawled them and flexed them again. The middle and ring finger that had been broken were clearly not as flexible as the others. Rick had said that with some exercises and a bit of time, he would regain full flexibility in this hand soon. He just hoped that was true.

Slap! I withdrew my raised hand as Rick's head tilted to the side. People passing by looked in our direction. "Rick, what do you think you're doing?" I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. "Jennifer is still lying in the hospital, and you're here with flowers to pick me up?" I stared at him fiercely. "Do you even have a heart?" He reached out to grab my hand, his eyes half-lowered, expressionless. "Let's go home first."

It was an incredibly strong attack that instantly broke Rick's right arm. "Argh!" Rick screamed. He was in absolute pain. The veins on his forehead throbbed as his face flushed red.

And I will not let sleazy women like Leah come between fated mates, trying to come between them. Ricky holds his hands out for me, and I take them smiling at him. He pulls me into his arms, sighing deeply as he makes me crash against his chest. His heart is still beating quickly, making my heart swell for him. I hug him tightly, closing my eyes and resting my head on his chest. "I thought I was going to lose you back there. I was so scared for you, baby. I was so ready to rip her apart, I..."

"I should have known ..." "Abbey, the only way to tell is with a hand scanner," Rick replied, reassuring me. "And you didn't have one." Then, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. "They should be standard issue," I replied, as Rick chuckled. "We'll have to tell Abbott that when we get back," Rick said, smiling, then he pulled me back to look at me. "Are you okay, Abbey?" I nodded weakly, then pulled away to look at Rick, drying my tears. "Rick, you need more blood." Then I added with a smile, "You look terrible."

This thought haunted Rick the most. Old Wilson had suffered a mild heart attack. It was just a warning of what was to come if he didn't take his doctor's advice and slow down a bit. Rick had to come up with a plan to help out Old Wilson. He would find an assistant that could lighten the work load that they both trusted. Maybe some disguarded former Green family retainer. If he and Old Wilson put their heads together, someone would present themselves.

“Just another minute.” “I hope my bracelet's fine,” he replied miserably. I stared at him. “You are missing a chunk of your hand.” “Mm.” “And all you care about is your bracelet?” “That's a rare bracelet.” I blinked. “You only have one functioning hand right now.” “It'll heal.” “You can buy another bracelet.” “But I love that one.” “God, Ricky, you are insufferable.” “You would've understood if you had lost a bracelet.” I stared at him for several seconds.