Young Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

Rickey had seized away that opportunity from her. She hates her cousin for going behind her and supplying all the information to her parents. Rickey is one year younger to Sania and studies in the same school. He is her mother's sister's son. Though he wouldn't ever admit it, Sania knew Rickey was often jealous of her for getting the best grades. Rickey got scolding from his parents many times taking the example of Sania whenever he obtained low marks.

He gave a warm smile to Roxy who just shrugged her shoulders like it was not a big deal. " Okay, if you say so." Rob and Roxy said their goodbyes and left Ricardo standing there with a bloody arm but a sense of achieving something for the first time since Rylee and he knows he is going to succeed in his mission. He slowly walked towards his empty apartment clutching his arm and filling his head with the memories of his sister and a particular scene popped into his head when he and Ryle were kids. He was fifteen years old and Rylee was twelve years old. Ricardo got injured while playing ice hockey with his friends and came home bleeding.

This contains her personal data. Gabriella Sanchez, 21, 4th-year Film student One brother named Garry Sanchez, 16, high school Lost her mother 16 years ago Father remarried 7 years ago Father's name, Luis Sanchez, currently in a coma due to head gunshot. Stepmom, Gwyneth Anderson, a victim of sexual harassment but failed to find the culprit. Two best friends, one since childhood named Kiel Frederick Wilson and one since high school named Leia David.

Zander just gave me a look and I poured the water on Ricky’s dry mouth. “Gracias” he utter with almost no voice at all. “Don’t be too nice Jane or else he might take advantage of it and get you knocked off when he gets a chance.” “I’m just being humane…” I haven’t finished my word, he laughs loud. “Humane…” He took a gun and point it to Ricky “Speak and I will try to see you as human as possible.” He kicks the chair causing Ricky to fall on the floor with the cereals. “Who do you work for?”

The man extended his hand toward Maica, and she shook it without hesitation. Unlike Mr. Calvin, this man appeared much younger. He was a fair-skinned mestizo with striking features—handsome enough to make any woman swoon. He bore an uncanny resemblance to a young Leonardo DiCaprio from Titanic. “I’m Rick Sarmiento, one of the model scouts for L’Oréal. It’s a good thing the executives had an urgent meeting, so they sent me here instead. At least now, I have the opportunity to meet the goddess of the fashion industry.”

Alejandro Ricardo Sandoval doesn’t take long to get back to his senses. Despite his bloody jaw there’s dark satisfaction in his eyes as he swings at me, his fist grazing me but I don’t give a damn when I smack him again, harder this time, my bloodied knuckles connecting with his flesh again and this time he stumbles even more, until he looses his balance and falls to the floor.

He yelled out at Aaron who’d just turned the corner. Watching their interaction Aaron looked up the hallway to me and nodded, I nodded in response and Ricky skipped his way back to me singing about someone dying and he having flower that made the dead smile. He is a weird man, you wouldn’t think he is much older now with the ancestors in his blood than 22. We were about to leave the door to Savannah’s room and go to training when she flung it open making Ricky squeal and jump. “Damn, if you didn’t look like a hot mess right now, my pants would be the only mess here” He said to her.

Riccardo's voice is booming down the hall, angry and unchecked. “Where the fuck is he!?” Rafael and I exchange looks. And then Riccardo stumbles in. He's limping-badly. His jeans are torn at the thigh, stained dark with dried blood. A new bandage wraps his leg, tight and heavy. His shirt is half-buttoned, hair a mess, eyes ablaze like he walked straight out of hell and then decided he wasn't done burning things yet. I stand. “What happened?” Riccardo points at me with fury sharpened by adrenaline. “Your ghost friend’s men happened. That’s what.”

I yelled. “Guess who had the best weekend ever!” “Better be Michael B Jordan,” I replied. Her hair was orange today and she was wearing a leopard print jumpsuit with stilettos. I couldn’t take my eyes off her boobs mainly because they were in my face. “I had sex with Ricardo!” She sounded excited. “Who in the world is Ricardo?” “Santiago’s cousin.” “Who?” “The fine ass man that owns the gym in Rack street.” “Oh,” I said. “Ricardo Greco. You know Ricardo?”

Or I would if he wasn't the boss of a shadowy, chaos-causing group that attacks covert storage facilities to steal secret things from them, she quickly corrected her thought and snapped back to the mission at hand. "Oh, I'm sorry if what I said before rubbed you wrong," Ricardo said just then in reference to the original statement of their encounter, Megan noticing then that he didn't have an accent and wondered perhaps he had spent a lot more time than was known in the United States. He took a step forward towards her with a smile. "Hi, I'm Rick." He extended a handshake. "Ricardo." "DiSanto," she completed for him with a return smile that came on almost automatically, returning the handsha