Young Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

"Yeah just in case any of the kids are interested in football training." Christopher nodded and rocked on his heels. "Yeah, but they're all just four and five, right?" "You can't start too soon." "True. So I guess we better start with the balloons." After about the fifth balloon Christopher frowned. "You know they make machines for this." "I'll keep that in mind next year." Rick was the assistant coach at a local college. He was gay and he loved football. He also loved Lance and this was the only way to keep everything that he valued.

Ricardo’s jaw tightened, blood trickling down to his neck, but he didn’t say a word. I shoved him again, harder this time. “Damn it, Ricardo! He’s not just some pawn in your sick little mafia empire! He’s Ryan! He’s…” My voice caught in my throat. “He’s the one person who made me feel like I wasn’t drowning in all this madness. And now…” Now he might not make it. Ricardo finally moved. He stepped forward, brushing the back of his hand across his bloodied mouth. “Shout all you want. Break my face if that’ll help. But don’t stand there and pretend I planned this. You think I wanted this to happen?” He shook his head, his voice rising. “You think I’m not just as fucking angry as you are right n

Ethan said "Poor Sasha, she is about to lose her childhood friend" the voice repiled -------- Rico stood outside the gates of the Secret Service training camp, finally a free man. After months of intense training, he was ready to take on the real world to carry out his first mission, find out how Hades was and bring him to justice. He had been cut off from his old life for so long that he almost didn’t know where to start. But one name came to mind immediately—Sasha. Well it was actually two names Jack and Sasha his childhood friends but he was going to call Sasha first anyways.

The world continued to spin, while mine had just collapsed. Santino was no more. And me… I had just lost more than a brother. ALAYA’S POINT OF VIEW. The noise from the television barely covered the heavy silence of the apartment. I hadn't really wanted to turn it on, but my fingers had acted alone, as if moved by a force I refused to name. “…death confirmed this morning of the famous mafioso Santino Ricci, the man whom justice has never been able to reach despite years of investigation. Found dead in his hospital room, he never woke up from the coma into which he had been plunged..."

“I’ll keep you safe.” I laughed out loud. “You might be a badass, but do you know what those assholes in Philly did to my dad? You don’t stand a chance.” He pulled out a roll of bandages. “A lot of those assholes are dead. The De Lucas, Niccolo Marino, even Andre Bianchi.” My mouth fell open. How was that possible? So much had changed in just the last five months. “Who killed them?” I asked. “Killian Ricci.” He wound the bandages around my foot, clamped them, then gestured for the other one.

He’d tear down trees, howl until his throat bled, and probably scare the hell out of everyone in a five-mile radius. The sharp scent of pine and leather cuts through the air, and I glance up just as Ryder strides into the gym. His face practically glows with that ridiculous grin he’s been sporting ever since Zoe accepted him. A smile—a real one—quirks his lips, and it still throws me off. The Ryder I know used to look like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. Now, he’s ten times happier, lighter, annoyingly so. “Still getting used to that smile of yours,” I mutter, setting the bar back with a clang.

"You don't know what you're going up again—” I cut him off. "Oh, shut up. I could say the same for you. Did you know what you were going up against when you sanctioned that hit, Mr. Sanchez? Although, I'd like to assume you didn't come all the way here just to talk about your nuisance of a brother." I scoffed. Ricardo stood still, his eyes reddening while he continued to mumble incoherently under his breath. His jaw clenched so tight, the veins in his head becoming pronounced, his hands curled into fists—he was completely transformed.

They had gotten along right away, and Zane had offered to give dad a tour of our pack. As for Ricky, my brother and I- we have been talking nonstop. It wasn't until now, that I realized many things. As I sat next to my brother, watching him carefully... I couldn't help but see his many scars. He was no longer the little kid I once remembered. He was a man full of scars. Scars that almost cost his life many times. I cried during my first months in this pack, knowing Ricky was out there fighting, hoping he came back alive.

Said Lev with a shook of his Head. " The Santinos family never allows any stranger into their lives, it's in their rules. Even every members are married except for the underboss, Marco and of course the boss himself. I would have suggested we sent a female to seduce them but I don't think that would work either, Maximo don't flirt around because he is allergy to dirt. He claimed and believe women who sleep around are infectious and disease. On the other case with Marco, he has a fiance already. He is too loyal to maximo and his woman so... " Said Kirill with a shrug of his shoulder.

Nelson turned stiff and his smile froze in place. Everyone who thought Adrain was a dead man gaped with their mouths wide open. Samantha was covering her mouth. Her face had a look of awe as she gazed at Adrian. ‘Did he just send the underworld boxing champion flying?’ Nobody could believe what they just witnessed. Rick was a highly reputable man who had become the champion of the underworld boxing ring dozens of times. Yet, at that very moment, the same man was crying his heart out because of his broken hand.