Young Rick Sanchez Novels & Stories

Santos teased Ricky turned to face us, he looked almost frightened until an evil grin appeared on his face. “Oh I don’t need to run, see you both in hell” he laughed. Two gun shots rang through my ears, I quickly turned to see Vincenzo pointing two guns and two of Ricky’s men dead at his feet. “Good job I didn’t kill you earlier” I said smiling at Vincenzo. “I’ll take that as a thank you” he replied Another shot rang out, a shot from the gun Ricky had been holding. A sharp pain spread through my shoulder, knocking me down onto the ground before Santos put a bullet straight into Ricky’s head. It was finally over.

I snapped back defiantly, "Lucas is only seventeen! How can he be involved in the mafia world at his age?" Ricardo barked out a laughter, mocking my innocence. "You're really stupid if you think like that," he sneered. "I killed my first man when I was fourteen. No age is too young for a mafia son." Dread filled me as I absorbed the implications of his words, my mind racing as I thought about my brother in the hospital. Granted, Lucas could be quite adventurous and notorious for getting into trouble, but he would never be involved with men like Ricardo Gambino or even Aiden himself.

Johnny jumped so hard his chair screeched. “You prepared those fucking brownies,” Zac said through his teeth. “I know—I… I thought it was just for fun, getting funky and all.” “Oh… I see,” Zac said, nodding slowly. “I was young and so stupid, sir. But now, I’m a changed man. That video… I didn’t even know they kept it—Ricky—Ricky was the one filming.” Zac leaned in close. “And you were there… laughing… and enjoying the moment.”

I couldn't help but notice all the small not-so-small gestures he showed me to keep me safe. Ryan and Rick sized him for a moment, they weren't anywhere as tall as Lucas, and from the distance, I could see that they were both cautious. Lucas may be Roman Cappellucci's cousin, but he was also a force of his own. He crossed his arms over his solid chest, and when he spoke, he sounded almost bored “Let's get this done and over with” his eyes were menacing when he looked down at Rick. “I give you five hundred kilograms of our new meth, you give me the drive containing every single picture and video”

Ricky heard the doctor said that. Consciously, he coldly glanced at the doctor who got shocked when he saw him looking at him. "You don't have to give me that drug, I'm okay now." Ricky said. He was 25 years old when Cedric killed him, and now he's 20 years old. And base to the owner's body's memories, this Daveryl is a weakling and always acted like a child who always follow Jobel. "Mr. Razon..?" The doctor glanced at the man he just mentioned.

Accusing. “What,” I said, not stopping. “Not here,” he said, glancing toward the girl. “Not with her.” I smirked. “You think I’m asking permission?” Rick moved up a step, blocking my path. He was taller here, close enough that I could smell the faint scent of gun oil and cigarettes on him. “You’re not sane” he said, low. I froze for half a second. “Not what?” “Not sane,” Rick clarified, voice harder now. “Not yourself. This isn’t you. This is you chasing a ghost you already have locked upstairs.”

“Luciano Reyes has taken over for his brother. He’s out for blood.” His brother? I didn’t even know Rafael had a brother… I take the paper from him, unfolding it. My eyes scan the series of grainy surveillance photos. The man in the images is a younger Rafael with a lean, hungry look to him. Even in the blurry pictures, I can see the cold, hard look in his eyes. “Fuck,” I mutter, crumpling the paper in my fist. “As if we didn’t have enough to deal with…” Rick nods, his jaw tight. “There’s more. My guy says he’s planning something big. Bigger than anything Reyes ever pulled off.”

Tears poured out of his regretful eyes, and he began urinating on himself again as Toyota held his head still. "I... I don't... I don't... Know their faces, and.... And I only know the name of... One of them who's... Who's my close friend" he stuttered, unable to look at her monstrous eyes. "His name is... Sancho Ramos... He's... A popular... Weapon dealer in the under... underworld... He has several bases in.... Italy and outside.... he's currently in....in Moscow... He ... He was the... the one who... Who shot the father of the... Twins" he confessed, and Toyota smirked.

Rickard spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood and said in despair, “Why didn’t you tell me that earlier…” Steelification Doyen, Zeus Yankovich was an overlord whose reputation was widely known! Meanwhile, Kayson threw another punch. Rickard was so terrified that he turned ghastly pale and got down on his knees. “I surrender!” Kayson was unbothered and said, “Fickle-minded idiot. Do you think I’ll let you off?”

replied the younger lad folding his arms across his bare pale chest. "Not true at all, I stick my dick in you mostly," said Rick in his defense. "I managed to piss off Rachel on occasion but it's you that I seem to want most, what happened with Daly was a one-off due to him being a whelp in heat, I can't fuckin' stand trespassers."