Capítulo 37: Chapter 37: Ricky's Gambit
At Dusk,
"This is the place you were going to head to right?" Ricky pointed at an abandoned warehouse, causing Abraham to scrunch his eyebrows in suspicion.
After administering basic medical treatment, Ricky meticulously checked Abraham's bindings, ensuring they were secure.
He encased him as one would a psychiatric patient, restraining him to prevent any hostile actions.
"Yeah that's the place I was going to go to after interrogating the meat paste that is McGee, but you idiots got to him first." Abraham said as a now permanent scowl remained on his face.
"And what's up with the arrows?" Abraham asked, not understanding why Ricky needed to go around town to find some arrows.
"Because." Ricky answered though didn't give a single reason behind it.
"Hey old man, be honest with me, do you think I'm strong enough to take on whoever this imposter is-" Ricky actually asked first, surprising Jake who gave him a weird expression.
"No." Abraham interrupted Ricky, bluntly telling him he wasn't strong enough to go against a high ranking vampire.
"But you haven't even-" Ricky continued since this old man hadn't even seen his mutant power but Abraham was firm in his stance.
"Trust me kid, you're not strong enough nor smart enough." Abraham had witnessed Ricky's strange power, but the vampire class were known strategists in the supernatural world.
Seeing how reckless Ricky was first hand, Abraham felt he was doing the kid a favor by intervening rather than him going in there and being absolutely dissected.
Ricky leaned back after this, confident in his own strength but understandably confused as to how strong a vampire even would be, until he gazed to the side to see Jake's dumbfounded expression.
"What?" Ricky asked, confused at the slack jawed expression of Jake.
"It's just that, I thought you were going to go straight in there once we got here, not actually think about it and god forbid actually plan it out beforehand.''Jake replied, his mind racing as he considered Ricky's usual gung-ho attitude.
It made him wary, a creeping suspicion gnawing at him about what spontaneous thing Ricky was going to do to tip the balance back into his reckless behavior.
"Well, I was going too until McGee popped like a f*cking balloon." Ricky answered back, but Jake was still a little shocked.
"Then do you have some sort of plan?" Jake asked, knowing that they drove all the way out here so Ricky had to be onto something.
"Hold that thought." Ricky held up a finger, turning back towards the tied up Abraham who was still scowling at him.
"That vampire isn't here, right?" Ricky asked the hateful Abraham who leaned back and closed his eyes.
"God, smite me down now, f*cking please." Abraham closed his eyes, waiting for an ethereal bolt of lighting to strike him down so he wouldn't have to be interrogated by this idiot.
*SIGH*
"No, he's cooped up in the jewish mob's territory, which is why I was going for his human pawns, ONLY FOR YOU TO BLOW HIM UP LIKE A BALLOON YOU AMATEURS!" Abraham's voice steadily rose until he lost his cool and shouted at Ricky for killing the person he was going to interrogate.
"Whose fault is that though?" Ricky asked only for Abraham to show a dumbfounded expression until it morphed back into a rageful one.
"YOURS YOU F*CKING IDIOT!" Abraham yelled at Ricky who frowned, deciding whether to react on his impulse or not.
*Bam*
"F*ck~" Abraham's head recoiled back, Ricky punching him in the nose but the latter shrugged.
"I mean if we're talking idiots, what dumbass yells at his mobster captors?" Ricky looked at Jake for approval to which he nodded since it seemed pretty reasonable to him.
"Alright, I'm going to go check out this warehouse and see what the hell we're up against-wait, old man do you think I could take a ghoul?" Ricky was about to go in until he looked over at Abraham who was reeling in from being punched in the nose.
*Sigh*
"I don't know, maybe?" Abraham looked at Ricky who knew it was his honest answer as the latter nodded.
"Jake, you stay here and guard the old man." Ricky patted Jake's shoulder which made him flinch.
"Really Slick?" Jake frowned as Ricky let out a nervous chuckle as he had forgotten about shooting him.
"Fine, but don't go in there and just die or I'm going to slap your ghost." Jake leaned back, popping two painkillers while warning him.
Nodding, Ricky got out of the car and started tiptoeing toward the warehouse as almost immediately, he heard the sounds of whips and the whimpers of men.
Raising an eyebrow, he took out his trusty gravity shoes and scaled up the side of the building before carefully climbing up to a nearby window and his eyes widened in shock.
Amidst the dimly lit interior, Ricky witnessed a weird sight: monstrous creatures, presumably ghouls, whipping humans like slaves.
These humans were the Harlem residents that were kidnapped, mixed with others abducted by the Jewish mob for this purpose.
These pseudo-slaves were seemingly digging out the inside of the warehouse, creating a crater with their relentless manual labor.
'What the hell?' Ricky thought as he peered his gaze deeper to see an actual human yelling out one of these ghouls.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MCGEE EXPLODED!" Dutch roared at the ghoul who gave him a snarl but held itself back from squashing the puny man's head.
"The blood bag had been compromised, Dracula doesn't permit traitors." The ghouls husky voice rang out.
"Are you calling my boy McGee a rat!" Dutch screamed at the ghoul who closed its eyes before unmasking its killing intent.
"And what if I am?" The ghoul snarled, his mere presence causing Dutch's whole body started to convulse in fear as he stepped back.
"I-I-I-I see." Dutch wasn't able to overpower his inner instinct as he bowed down to the ghoul.
"We need more blood bags to dig out the area." The ghoul then followed it up as Dutch raised his head.
"Well McGee usually contacts me about those negro-"
"It doesn't matter what blood bags you get, go fetch." The ghoul waved the whip in its hand as the other ghouls started laughing at Dutch.
Dutch ducked his head to hide his furious expression, blood slowly seeping from his closed fist as he forcefully dug his nails into his palms from the humiliation.
"Then could you lend me-"
"Useless, your whole species is entirely useless." The ghoul continued to humiliate Dutch as the ghoul gestured to two of his comrades who nodded.
"Ricky, let us use this chance to slay the horrid beasts that split from their ranks." Alexander whispered to Ricky who squinted his eyes.
"You think I could pick them off one by one?" Ricky asked Alexander who confidently gazed at him then nodded.
"I do."
Stepping down from the stool he was standing on, he gazed at the trinkets he obtained from Abraham which after 'borrowing' from his vampiric slaying tools, he possessed four items.
One of the daggers of Tel Megiddo, a bottle of lesser holy water, a crossbow, and the cross necklace he got from the system.
Peering from the side, he saw Dutch walking in front of two ghouls as he led them over to a large ban.
"I'm serious, let me go, that friend of yours is going to get himself killed." Abraham insisted but Jake shook his head while gripping a tommy gun.
"He'll be fine, he's a touch cracker."
Trailing the three figures, Ricky followed them into a crevice between two buildings.
Sneaking in after them, he watched as Dutch opened the van, only to be met with the disgruntled sighs of the ghouls inside.
"Why must we get into your smelly van?" One of the ghouls asked as the other hunched down even more.
"We are as fast as this van-" The other ghoul complained as well, only for Dutch to snap.
"IF ANYONE SEES YOU FREAKS THEN YOU'LL ONLY STIR UP MORE TROUBLE FOR ME!" Dutch screeched as he let out his anger onto the ghouls whose expression immediately eclipsed into an unforgiving one.
"Watch your words weak bloodbag-SCREEEEEEEEEEE!" The ghoul let out as it gazed down to see a crossbow bolt impaling into its chest.
"Dammit." Ricky cursed from behind them as all three of their gazes turned to them only to see him reloading the crossbow.
His finger gripped the trigger as the bolt launched towards the ghouls heart as it finally reached its intended destination.
"SCREEEEEEEEEEEE!" The ghoul, caught off guard, had its heart impaled with a bolt covered in holy water as it slowly started turning into ash.
"YOU VERMIN!" The other ghoul screeched as it disappeared in place as Ricky widened his eyebrows.
*DINK*
"What is this!" The ghoul yelled as it appeared behind Ricky only two seconds later though his barrier repelled his attack.
"THE FOE IS BEFORE YOU YOUNG RICKY, USE THIS CHANCE!" Alexander quickly pushed Ricky forward as the latter started to reload the bolt.
"F*ck it." Ricky threw the crossbolt to the side before pulling out his revolver and the vial of holy water.
As the ghoul beat on his psionic barrier, he undid the cylinder holding his bullets before popping the lid off the vial as he dumped it all on the loaded bullets.
"You're a fool-" The ghoul laughed at this human's foolishness, watching him seemingly waste all his holy water.
*BANG*
*BANG*
"SCREEEEEEEEEEE!" The ghouls started screeching as once it halted its attacks, Ricky started unloading his bullets into the ghoul.
Its body jerked backwards at every bullet piercing its unholy being before it could no longer take the strain as it started turning into dust.
The ghouls in the warehouse all jerked their heads at the sound of their kin dying as the lead ghoul squinted his eyes.
"Rotclaw, Grimnose, go check the disturbance." The head ghoul ordered as the two dropped their whips and both disappeared towards the commotion.
"NOW QUICKLY FADE INTO THE SHADOWS AND PICK OFF THE ONES THEY SEND TO CHECK THE NOISE!" Alexander gave out the next instructions as Ricky showed a baffled expression.
"W-WHAT DO YOU MEAN FADE INTO THE SHADOWS!" Ricky yelled at Alexander who gave him a weird look.
"To make your presence so shallow that it sinks into the shadows allowing you to blend into the darkness? What are they teaching the younger generations these days?" Alexander shook his head at the travesty as Ricky scoffed.
"What the f*ck are you talking about?" Ricky looked at Alexander with a baffled expression only to look at the nearby wall.
"Screw it, plan b." Ricky muttered, deciding to simply climb up the side with his gravity shoes.
Ricky started running up the wall only for two figures to appear in the alleyway with Dutch raising up his hands and falling to his knees, showing he would cooperate.
"It was you!" Rotclaw caught Ricky redhanded, its white eyes glaring at the human who was trying to make his daring escape.
"Gross." Ricky frowned in disgust at the ugly appearance of Rotclaw as his own rotten flesh hung from his body.
"I smell Van helsing on him." Grimnose sniffed, his face contorting into a foul grin as Rotclaw's angry expression became livid.
"I shall eat your flesh slowly!" Rotclaw screeched, lunging forward with his sharp rusted claws pointed at Ricky.
*CRASH*
Ricky leaped backwards, Rotclaw's force slashing into the nearby wall that completely turned it into rubble.
Widening his eyes at this supernatural strength, Rotclaw drooling rotten face jerked towards Ricky before morphing into a vicious smile.
Pouncing forward, right as he was about to near Ricky's flesh, his body bounced off of an invisible shield.
*DINK*
"Huh?" Rotclaw's face planted into the forcefield, taken aback at the mystic shield conjured before him.
*Click*
"You were saying?" Ricky saw Rotclaw bounce off his mental shield as he let it down, laughing at this and clicking his revolver.
*BANG*
The bullet plunged right through his festering flesh as Rotclaw let out a pained screech as the wound slowly spread throughout his entire body before turning him into ash.
Ricky's head flared as he activated his shield as Grimnose used all his might to attack Ricky's flank which made him flinch a little.
The strength of the barrier stemmed from Ricky's mind, channeling all his effort and strain into maintaining it as he aimed the gun at Grimnose.
*BANG*
*BANG*
"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Grimnose screeched as he slowly turned into ash as Ricky wiped a sweat drop from his forehead.
"Dammit, I'm almost out of bullets-"
"A powered bloodbag, amusing."
"!" Ricky's eyes widened to see a long and nimble ghoul standing at the end of the alleyway, its form towering over the others yet hunched all the same.
However, what truly made Ricky grasp the gravity of his situation was when he saw similar creatures perching on the sides of the alleyway.
As he counted, he realized there were at least twenty of them, all grouped together, watching him intently.
"Ricky, this battle demands either a final charge or a cowardly retreat." Alexander whispered to Ricky from his pocket as his eyebrow twitched.
'1, 4, 6, 7, 9, 15, 17, 23, 24, 26.' Ricky inwardly counted all the ghouls in the area.
"God dammit Alexander, you totally f*cked us." Ricky whispered urgent slurs to his gerbil who held up his paws.
"I refuse any accountability, it is not my fault you couldn't fade into the shadows." Alexander was even more stubborn than Ricky who gnashed his teeth.
'Chester, I need your help!' Ricky literally screamed in his head at Chester, who was peacefully lying in his nest.
The very same nest where Chester had just found a comfortable spot, only to flinch upwards and stand with eagerness before flying toward his summoner.
Ricky found himself in an unusual predicament as although he navigated the supernatural realm with relative ease, he was up against creatures whose sole reliance was on brute physical strength.
The challenge he faced wasn't about enduring the onslaught since he was more than capable of withstanding their attacks.
The real issue was whether or not his firepower was enough to confront them simultaneously.
Sheathing his gun, Ricky took out the solarflare bow from his inventory along with a crude arrow he had scavenged multiple stores for.
Ricky had garnered two weapons from the system, one was a one off item in the form of the aqua serpent staff while his other lay in this bow.
"Young Ricky, have you ever drawn a bow before?" Alexander asked, seeing his sloppy posture as Ricky shooed him off.
"Kind of." Ricky gave a vague answer since he didn't know whether or not he wanted to admit that he was a total novice and have Alexander reprimand him.
"Bloodbag, surrender and I won't eat your flesh while you're still breathing." The head ghoul smiled warmly, his teeth all pointed as his gums were all rotten.
"Can I think about it?" Ricky asked as he pulled the arrow back on the bowstring only for the head ghoul to chuckle.
"No."
Just then, Ricky fired his bow that suddenly exploded in flames, sloppy barreling towards the head ghoul.
*BAM*
The head ghoul didn't even care to dodge it, punching the arrow with all of its strength as it suddenly exploded.
"SCREEEEEEEE!" The two lesser ghouls beside him screeched in agony, their frail forms struggling to endure the searing flames.
With a furious snarl, the head ghoul lashed out, sending them sprawling aside as if more upset with their weakness than Ricky's attack.
"Do not converge on the human, go back to the blood bags and continue the mining." The head ghoul commanded the surrounding ghouls, who outnumbered him, to retreat abruptly, causing them to vanish backward in a chaotic, sudden movement.
"And they call me arrogant." Ricky commented by the side, taking out another arrow while looking towards Dutch on his knees in fear.
"I am Nexor, and may I have the name of you, mutant?" Nexor bowed, his manner and posture civilized despite his grotesque form.
"Uh, no." Ricky shot Nexor a skeptical look, thinking it absurd to give his name to this ghoul.
"I understand how-"
*BOOM*
Ricky cut Nexor off mid-sentence, firing an arrow directly at his chest as the projectile exploded mid-air, showering the area with debris before it could even reach the ghoul.
As the smoke began to clear, Nexor stepped forward, emerging from the haze with a casual shake of his head.
"Must we engage in this charade? You are clearly a mere ant compared to me." Nexor asked genuinely.
Ricky frowned at the comment but glanced sideways to see Dutch's fearful expression, reconsidering his approach.
'I might actually need him,' Ricky thought, contemplating a strategic retreat and yet, as he looked back at Nexor, he decided against it.
'Forget it. I'm fighting him,' Ricky resolved, turning his focus back to Nexor, who rolled his eyes, already anticipating Ricky's next move.
"Alexander, get into my pocket. It's going to get bumpy," Ricky whispered to his gerbil, who, though confused, scurried into his pocket.
Wrapping his force field around his entire body, Ricky concentrated, feeling the entire effort of his mind in the task.
His body sprang upwards as the psionic force field formed a hollow, dome-like cushion around him.
This field not only lifted him off the ground but also acted as a means of propulsion. By adjusting its shape and direction, Ricky generated the necessary thrust to propel himself through the air with precision and speed.
Though he hadn't fully mastered the maneuver, the force field was primarily his escape mechanism.
Reaching the edge of the rooftop, Ricky was surprised to see Nexor's body suddenly vanish, leaving him momentarily confused as he drew another arrow.
"Amusing. So this is how you eliminated the ghouls under my command," Nexor's voice came from across the alley, where he sat casually on the opposite ledge, a smirk on his face.
*BOOM*
Ricky fired another arrow, but Nexor boredly swatted it away with a pale green light coating his hands.
*Dink*
"So it can act as a force field as well, most interesting." Nexor remarked, throwing a pebble at Ricky at supersonic speeds as his barrier went up instantly, while the ghoul studied him closely.
"Young Ricky, the enemy is toying with you, studying your every move. This is not a fight you can win," Alexander squeaked from Ricky's pocket, trying to offer advice while Ricky clenched his teeth.
"Are you ready to talk now, knowing that whatever you do will be futile against me?" Nexor gestured dismissively across the alley, treating the confrontation as a mere formality.
"I'm not going to be your food." Ricky replied, his expression set in determination.
"Very well." Nexor appeared right behind Ricky, a thoughtful expression on his face.
To Ricky's horror, he turned his head back to a wound up fist, and brought it crashing down onto Ricky forcefield with devastating force.
*BAM*
*BOOM*
Ricky attempted to block the punch with his barrier, hoping the psionic force field would shield him from the impact.
The barrier initially held, but Nexor relentlessly channeled more power into his attack.
The increased force caused the dome-shaped shield around Ricky to buckle and distort and with a violent jerk, Nexor's strike managed to propel the dome that held Ricky downward, sending him crashing into the alleyway below.
Dust suddenly spread throughout the alley, Dutch cowering at the force while slamming into the van.
*COUGH*
*COUGH*
Ricky began coughing up small droplets of blood, his body reeling from the strain due to the overwhelming force.
Blood trickled from his nose and ears as his mind in the aftermath, Ricky never experiencing such pure physical power before as it caught him completely off guard.
"Little mutant, now that you can listen, consider my words carefully." Nexor perched from the side of the building he had utterly decimated Ricky from.
Ricky looked at the transparent blue screen in a haze, huffing out defeated breaths before the solarflare blow returned to his inventory.
Ricky had several options for retreating, though some were admittedly reckless.
One method involved slipping into his storage space, providing a secure escape while another option was to use the Aqua Serpent staff to create a diversion and slip away unnoticed.
However, Ricky's priority was to take Dutch with him.
Despite knowing that running away might seem selfish, Ricky was acutely aware of his responsibility to the Luciano family.
If he could extract valuable information from Dutch, he might still salvage the situation with his last and final card.
"Your mortal form will never compare to our undead form, join me and together-"
"That's it." Ricky groaned out, wiping his nose before pulling out a mysterious object that made Nexor sigh.
"I didn't want to use this but you left me no choice." Ricky showed a confident demeanor, cracking his neck while Nexor let out a amused chuckle
"Foolish mutant-" Nexor scoffed at this ploy, anticipating one last desperate attack, but before he could act, Ricky interrupted him.
"Don't make any sudden moves or else I'll unleash it!" Ricky suddenly pulled out the most mystical card to ever grace humanity.
Blue Eyes White Dragon.
The very same card that struck a feeling into his undead heart, the very same feeling he hadn't felt from another since he had been turned, fear.
An uncontrollable fear that made his ghoulish instincts scream as he gazed at the terrifying cover of this hellish card.
"W-What is that holy object!" Nexor demanded an answer, his eyes narrowing as he immediately assumed that the card must be a holy object.
The primordial fear resonating within him only reinforced his suspicion since most ghouls lacked some sensations from being turned, only experiencing genuine feelings of fear in the presence of a holy object or their masters.
"Oh, you don't know?" Ricky bluffed, forcing an arrogant smirk on his face as he played into his own rabbit hole of nonsense.
"It is an existence that God himself crafted from the undertones of purity itself, a being that cleanses angels and would even forgive Satan as he crucified him." Ricky bluffed even harder as he slowly backed up towards the van.
"Blue Eyes White Dragon!" Ricky shouted his name which made Nexor actually take a step back in fear.
The one thing that both ghouls and vampires despised was being caught off guard, thrust into unpredictable situations where Ricky thrived.
"Now, if you force me to use this one time summon, then you will perish under your own sins or, you can delay your heaven defying meeting for later." Ricky slowly took a step back before bumping into the petrified Dutch as he grabbed his collar.
"Get into the van you pudgy bastard." Ricky whispered as Dutch flinched though still didn't dare to move.
*Click*
"I got one bullet left and it's about to have your name on it if you continue to ignore me." Ricky whispered to the side, Dutch bit his lip but slowly crawled into the van as Ricky followed as he stood inside of it.
"You're bluffing." Nexor gritted his teeth, his fear of the card sending shivers through his corpse-like form, a sensation he had only felt before in the presence of his master.
"Maybe I am, but can you really afford to test that?" Ricky asked but internally he was screaming.
'Take the bait, Take the bait! TAKE THE BAIT-"
"You'll regret this bloodbag." The ghoul leader snarled as Ricky scoffed while screaming internally.
'AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!'
"You don't scare me." Ricky smirked as the van turned on before Dutch hit the gas as Nexor cowardly watched the human drive away.
*BAM*
Nexor wanted to pursue the human, but the mining site was far too critical to abandon since they were so close.
The potential threat to his own life could also jeopardize his master's plans as he reluctantly turned back and returned to the warehouse with the other ghouls.
"Nexor-"
*SPLAT*
Nexor crushed the lower ghouls head, everyone, even his fellow ghouls flinching at his brute force while he pointed at the large dug out pit.
"Everyone will start mining out the burial site now." Nexor's entire body pulsed in a thick and slimy green energy that sent shivers down his fellow ghouls.
Immediately, they dropped their whips and begrudgingly resumed mining the site alongside the terrified men they had kidnapped.
"Not you, find me everything about the so-called 'Blue Eyes White Dragon'." Nexor gnashed his teeth, commanding another ghoul before pulling one more over to him.
"And you, go inform the master that there is a problem."
Meanwhile inside the van,
"How did you kill those-"
*TWACK*
Ricky didn't hesitate to pistol whip Dutch across the face causing the van to slightly maneuver back and forth.
"Drive to your stash house in Harlem, we need to talk." Ricky demanded as the car behind him flashes its lights two times indicating it was Jake.
"You know I can't do that-" Dutch scoffed, only for Ricky to pinch the bridge of his nose.
"If I hear one more word that isn't 'yes' then we're going to have some serious bone cracking problems." Ricky bluntly threatened Dutch who clutched the wheel of the car but eventually drove towards their stash house.
"That battle was horrid, my time has been wasted!" Alexander squealed loudly as Ricky scrunched his eyebrows.
"Well what did you expect, the only times I've ever fought have been when I'm drunk or high-"
Alexander Favorability: 11 - 2
"Clearly!" Alexander crossed his little paws as there was no reclaiming of honor nor could that squirmish be counted as a battle.
"You're right, I should've been busy studying how to fade into the shadows." Ricky sarcastically said only for Alexander to take it at face value.
"Exactly, however your cause can be salvaged yet, I shall take it upon my honorable being to make you into a proper warrior." Alexander crawled onto Ricky's shoulder as he raised an eyebrow.
"Huh, really?" Ricky turned towards Alexander who nodded his head.
"Although I would have preferred a more intelligent disciple, you will do." Alexander sat on Ricky's shoulder as the man scrunched his eyebrows.
"I've mastered the art of fighting, however my teachings were never passed down since I was too busy vanquishing my enemies and conquering kingdoms, so you'll carry my legacy since it was you who awoke me from my slumber." Alexander proclaimed which surprised Ricky.
"You know that I'm a sh*tty person-"
"There is no such thing as good in war, all those who claim to be of noble being clearly have never held a sword." Alexander scoffed at the notion Ricky was leading too as he turned frantically towards the side.
"In war, you are the hero and also the villain. Innocent and ruined, all fall by the blade in which you wield." Alexander's voice carried numerous innocent lives with it as the burning of cities reflected in his eyes before they closed.
"And I see immense untapped potential in you, young Ricky. I will shape you into the leader that everyone around you hopes you will become." Alexander patted Ricky's cheek as he sternly gazed forward.
Ricky knew he was a complete screw up, ever since he was old enough to hold expectations he always seemed to let others down.
'Maybe in this life, I won't be a helpless fool.' Ricky thought since he didn't have any noble intentions nor did he believe he wouldn't let another down.
However, Ricky hated the heart wrenching feeling of Rocco dying and there being nothing he could do about it.
"Then if you'll have me, I'll be under your care, teach." Ricky showed his toothy smile to Alexander who jerked his head to the side.
Alexander Favorability: 19 + 8
"Whatever foolish student." ALexander scoffed though Ricky could see Alexander was clearly lying to himself.
'What a wacko.' Dutch wore a strange expression, his sweating figure betraying his unease, as Ricky made no effort to hide his conversation with Alexander.
Eventually, they arrived at a particular house nestled between two others as Ricky got out and gestured to Dutch with the gun.
A car pulled up beside him, revealing Jake, who brought out Abraham who's gaze was venomous as he looked at Ricky.
"Nice one, Slick." Abraham sarcastically spoke as Ricky rolled his eyes though didn't go into the house.
"Oh shut up, there were like twenty of those monsters." Ricky scoffed but Abraham shook his head.
"You obviously didn't fade into the shadows after killing the first two." Abraham guessed as Ricky gawked at this.
"SEE!" Alexander pointed his little paws at Abraham while hoping up and down on his shoulder.
"What does that even mean?" Ricky whispered, shaking his head but not moving an inch.
"Slick?" Jake pushed Abraham forward though stopped as he saw Ricky wasn't moving.
"Hold on, I'm waiting for Chester." Ricky spoke, looking around until he saw a slick black crow flying in the distance.
Ricky had thought about calling Chester back into the battle, but he was uncertain whether Nexor could easily eliminate him or if Chester might fall under Nexor's influence.
But he ultimately decided against the risk, preferring not to jeopardize Chester's safety.
Ricky held out his arm and in the next second, Chester perched on it as he nodded to Jake while nudging Dutch into the house.
"Now we can go in." Ricky said with a smile as Abraham turned towards Jake and leaned in.
"What's up with all the animals?" Abraham asked since he had already seen the gerbil but now Ricky had a crow.
"Don't ask me." Jake shrugged before wincing in pain as Abraham showed a wry smile at this as he walked into the house.
Immediately, Ricky saw the countless illegal items including; Alcohol, guns, drugs, and wads of illegal money.
Pep had invested quite a lot into Dutch since he wanted to set up a front in harlem so he was steady supplying him with goods before making their mark.
The items total net worth was around 1.7 million dollars and a big portion of that was the dirty money wedged all over the place.
The dirty money was around four hundred thousand since along with the collection, Dutch had started selling some of his merchandise in Harlem already.
Ricky whistled as he pushed Dutch towards the lone table in the kitchen as Jake showed an enthusiastic smile.
"Slick with this alone, I could open up at least four more clubs!" Jake ran over with Abraham, his eyes widening as they sparkled with greed at the sight of the money.
"We'll do that later, this first." Ricky ordered as Jake jarred himself from the money and nodded, pushing Abrham towards the table.
Ricky and Jake sat on one side while the two hostages sat on the other as Dutch looked at Abraham who shrugged.
"Before we start, can you remove the weird blood magic thingy he has on him." Ricky pointed at Dutch but talked to Abraham as the latter nodded.
"Of course." Abraham nonchalantly said as Ricky nodded.
"If you free me-"
"Nope." Ricky shook his head which made Abraham lean back.
"Well then, I guess we're at an impasse-"
"Chester." Ricky gave him a chance as Chester raised an eyebrow but hoped off of Ricky's arm and onto the table.
"What are you? Some animal whisperer-" Abraham joked until his pupils suddenly dilated once he made eye contact with Chester.
"You may proceed." Chester nodded to Ricky, backing up to the side as Ricky looked surprised.
'Why haven't I been using this more?' Ricky reprimanded himself, feeling more incompetent when underutilizing all the things around him.
"It's that easy, remind me never to get on your bad side." Ricky said out loud towards Chester while looking at Abraham seamlessly lost expression.
"How do I get rid of the weird blood seal thingy?" Ricky asked as Abraham's lifeless nod.
"First-"
Abraham then gave out a thorough and detailed explanation which involved getting a drop of Dutch's blood along with the straw voodoo doll that had been confiscated by him.
Then upon drinking some holy water, Ricky managed to connect Dutch with the voodoo doll and after four unsuccessful screw ups, they succeeded.
"Finally." Ricky sighed in relief as an hour had completely passed.
"Alright you can release your hold on him Chester and thank you." Ricky said but not before thanking him as Chester nodded.
Chester's Favorability: 51 + 1
"You are most welcome." Chester nodded as Abraham's hazy expression slowly returned to normal.
Then, almost immediately after regaining full consciousness, Abraham flinched, warily gazing at the crow.
"H-H-H-How did you break my metal barriers?" Abraham speechlessly asked Chester who scoffed at this statement.
"Those mere walls could not stop my Genjutsu." Chester told Abraham though he seemingly cawed to him.
"He said that he made your mind into his b*tch with his ganar justus." Ricky said while completely butchering the pronunciation for Genjutsu.
"It's Gen-nevermind." Chester almost corrected Ricky but decided against it.
Abraham was on high alert like never before since he hadn't started taking Ricky seriously before, but now he was watching him with the intensity of a hawk tracking its prey.
"Chester, can you do just one more favor for me?" Ricky politely asked Chester who sighed and looked at Dutch who flinched.
Instinctively however, Dutch gazed into Chester's eyes as they immediately dilated in the next second.
"I would like to see Maria again." Chester gave out his demands with Ricky nodding.
"Deal." Ricky gave in without even hesitation while turning towards Dutch.
"Now, do you know who killed Rocco from the Luciano family?" Ricky straight out asked Dutch as his eyes widened upon seeing Dutch nod.
"Yes." Dutch responded, his voice cutting through the tension as Ricky and Jake fell into a heavy silence, their gazes fixed on him with lethal intent.
"Who did it?" Ricky breathing became fierce as he clutched his revolver tightly.
"Dracula." Dutch curtly answered as Abraham scoffed.
"That not Dra-" Abraham chimed in from the side only for Ricky to push him away.
"Shut up." Ricky's words weren't in the playful tone as usual as his eyes shine in an unforgiving light.
Abraham saw this as his cue to remain silent, understanding the situation of being tied up and assessing his position.
"Why was he killed?" Ricky asked, clutching his hands tightly as Jake bit his lip until it bled.
"Dracula prefers fresh victims and on a night he went out to feed, he came across two girls along with their two dates-" Dutch explained in a monotone voice though this infuriated Jake.
"THAT'S ALL HE WAS, HIS FOOD!" Jake yelled as Ricky slammed his fist against the table and Abrahma closed his eyes.
He knew all too well this reaction since that is how vampires treated humans, like livestock waiting to be fed on.
There wasn't any other meaning to it, but that was the reason why it hurt the victims of these monsters even more.
Dutch halted his explanation as Jake paced around the room, his agitation evident, while Ricky remained silent, his focus unwavering.
"Why is this 'Dracula' here?" Ricky asked though wasn't gazing at Dutch but the revolver in his hand.
"In search of the Sunlight pendant." Dutch answered right away as Abrham's pupils condensed.
"No, that's, I-I destroyed the last one-....HOW IS THERE ANOTHER ONE!" Abraham yelled at Dutch in a worried tone, his voice shaking at the mere thought.
"Dracula said that if we were able to find the lost Sunlight pendant here, then he'd grant the jewish mobs wishes of eradicating the italian mafia." Dutch answered Abraham's question with all he knew as Abraham turned towards Ricky.
"Slick, we need to go back NOW! If Dracula or any other vampire gets ahold of another sunlight pendant then he'll be able to use his magic in the sun!" Abraham yelled at Ricky while trying to loosen his binds to no avail.
"Tell me everything about the jewish mob, everything from the bases to the stash houses, I want to know where all the money flows." Ricky ignored Abraham and took out a pen and paper.
Dutch started telling Ricky everything he knew about the jewish mob including their bases, stashouses, shipments coming in and out, and all the tedious details the Luciano family would need.
2 hours later,
After two hours, Ricky had written down numerous amounts of information onto the mint scented paper as he had used ten sheets of it.
"Anything else." Ricky asked, standing up while Abraham stood up with him.
"That is all I know-" Dutch dryly answered, but it was enough reason for Ricky.
*BANG*
*Thump*
Ricky fired the last bullet, its metal casing piercing Dutch in the head as his brain matter splattered against the back wall.
Abraham, however, remained unfazed, shifting his intense gaze onto Ricky with an urgency in his walk.
"Slick, listen to me." Abraham rushed in front of Ricky as he was finally granted his attention.
"This is serious Slick, you need to release me so that I can stop them and destroy that pendant." Abraham was pleading to Ricky at this point as he took the paper into his hands.
"Let's go." Ricky pushed Abrahma forward as Jake sat completely heartbroken at the side though lugged himself to his feet and followed them out the door.
"Do you know how much destruction has been caused by Dracula when he gets ahold of those f*cking pendants." Abraham genuinely asked Ricky, knowing he wouldn't know the answer to it.
"The Tai Ping Rebellion and World War I are just a few examples of how his actions influenced the human world. These are among the most brutal conflicts in history, all because of that damned pendant." Abraham anxiously spoke as he was pushed towards the car while Ricky shoved him into it.
"I know you might think I care about your little mafia, but all that matters is the big picture and that's vampires." Abraham tried to sway the silent Ricky which only made him more anxious.
"Vampires are very powerful monsters, however their weaknesses are what makes them beatable, but out of all the vampires, the sun is their biggest weakness and the only thing that makes dracula somewhat beatable." Abraham continued as Ricky got into the car while Chester flew away to get some rest.
"These vampires seem more and more interesting to me, I've fought many mythical foes but never these so-called 'Vampires'." Alexander curiously observed Abraham's panicking figure, his feats stretching across the globe but weirdly enough, he has never encountered a vampire personally.
"Unlike the other vampires, Dracula's only real weakness is that he cannot use any of his magical powers while in the sun. However the amulet takes away his one weakness and-"
"I get it now, get out." Ricky stopped a little ways away from the stash house since he didn't want to leave Abraham alone there.
"What?" Abraham asked before realizing that Ricky had undid his bindings already which surprised him.
"Honestly, there is no reason for me to keep you since everything you told me is the truth and since you want nothing to do with the Luciano family, you can go kill as many vampires as your heart desires." Ricky explained, pushing Abraham out of the car as he stood baffled at the side.
"However I'm keeping this, I'm going to ram it through the heart of Dracula or whoever that is once I get a little stronger, and also I'm keeping one of these vials." Ricky said, throwing Abraham a bag that held all of his vampire hunting gear as Jake crawled up to the front seat while shutting the door.
"Happy hunting, I hope we never meet again." Ricky waved as they drove off while leaving Abraham baffled at the side of the road.
Abraham thought for a moment, dusting off his clothes and storing all his trinkets back into their extended spot before taking out his flask.
"Well, that was easier than I thought it would be."
Capítulo 38: Chapter 38: Minted Revelation
"Look who it is, if it isn't my very own son that just up and decides not do what he's told-"
*Bam*
Lucky's sarcastic tone was interrupted by Ricky slamming a pile of mint scented paper onto his desk as his father raised an eyebrow.
"What is this, do you want me to check your homework or something?" Lucky laughed only to tilt his head weirdly at the paper, trying to remember the last time he'd ever seen Ricky ever actually write something down.
"Is that mint?" Lucky nose sniffed the air, grabbing the paper and surprised at the pleasant aroma wafting into his nose.
"Haha, laugh it up but those are pure results." Ricky tapped the paper, Lucky raising a brow while looking at them.
"This is everything I gathered after doing the very thing you told me not to do, it's everything I managed to collect on the jewish mafia." Ricky pointed at the minted stack as Lucky's eyes widened and suddenly grabbed the paper's into his hand one after another.
"How did you-" Lucky was completely shocked, taken aback since this was even more information than he managed to gather.
"Before you say anything I'm going to bed, and tomorrow I'm actually going to go to school cause I got to take care of something." Ricky then leaned on the desk, looking Lucky directly in the eyes.
"But after all of that, we need to have a talk." Ricky then knocked on the desk, waving goodbye as although his actions were arrogant, they spoke for themselves.
Although it was entirely reckless with only a hint of planning, Ricky managed to accomplish what Lucky hadn't yet and unwittingly, Ricky forced Lucky's hand, rendering him uncharacteristically silent.
Once the door shut behind him, Lucky leaned back while letting out a baffled sigh, shaking his head but letting out a chuckle.
"I swear to the lord himself, I can never get a read on that kid." Lucky sighed though happily took the papers.
It wasn't a giant leap in the right direction, but a small, significant step and Lucky understood the implications.
Instead of charging guns blazing into the Jewish mob for revenge, Ricky was signaling that it was time to take him seriously and incorporate him into the takeover that was about to be underway.
"Well done kid, well done."
Ricky lugged himself to his own room while Alexander hopped off his shoulder and Ricky plunged onto his bed.
Ricky's body was incredibly sore, with his head throbbing as if his brain might explode at any moment.
Nexor had truly beaten the crap out of Ricky, both physically and mentally, beating him down into this very moment that only made Ricky feel even smaller.
Although Ricky had expected that people like Nexor could exist, he hadn't considered that the supernatural world might be a reality.
'After all of that, I need to get even f*cking stronger-...f*ck.' Ricky's head sank into the pillow, his ambition for revenge outweighing his current capabilities.
He had come to realize that being the strongest one around him wasn't enough; he needed more power.
It was only Ricky's second encounter with the helpless, gnawing hunger for more strength that had ensnared countless others before him.
But this craving was different from anything he had experienced; it wasn't just a desire but an insatiable, consuming need that clawed at his very core.
The sensation was like being trapped in a web spun by a relentless predator as every fiber of his being was tangled in its threads, each tug pulling him deeper into the labyrinth of his own ambition.
The more he struggled to break free from these predator's control, the more he felt the web tightening, binding him to an unending pursuit.
The realization struck him with harsh clarity: being the strongest among his peers wasn't enough.
The vast, shadowy expanse of power stretched far beyond what he had initially perceived, and he was only beginning to scratch the surface of what this world had to offer.
This newfound awareness wasn't just a fleeting thought; it was a profound and unsettling revelation that redefined his understanding of strength and control.
The hunger for power wasn't merely a craving but a force that reshaped his priorities, pushed him to the brink, and demanded that he seek more than mere dominance of his fellow gangsters.
It was a consuming drive that overshadowed everything else, leaving him in a relentless quest for something that seemed just out of reach, yet all-consuming in its allure.
"Young Ricky." Alexander's words broke him from his own mind numbing thoughts, standing on his hind legs while showing a mighty spirit on his nearby bed stand.
"Hmmmmm." Ricky tiredly hummed, his face directly in the pillow as Alexander raised his paw into the air.
"I know our first battle together was a trifling one, but mark my words, I shall forge you into a warrior that is tougher than any metal, I swear it!" Alexander passionately proclaimed as Ricky raised his arm into the air, still planted face first into the pillow.
Alexander's smile widened, and he shouted loudly, his voice echoing with fervor all across the room.
"HAZAY!"
The Next Day,
"Jonathan, can you please read the next section?" Ms. Collins asked Jonathan who stood up with papers in hand.
"The french revolution-"
Ricky was sitting at his desk, half asleep, propping a book in front of him as he greatly regretted attending this school, his thoughts drifting as he struggled to stay awake.
'These stupid Skull and bones connections better be worth wasting my time in this hell hole, cause in the future they're not, I'm gonna punch a baby or something.' Ricky lamented to himself, teetering on the edge of his consciousness.
'But at least some connections will pan out quicker than others.' Ricky thought, readying himself for later on.
Though soon after, the book was pushed down to reveal Ms. Collins who showed a suspicious gaze until she smiled after seeing Ricky was awake.
"Was that-"
"Yes it was, now please read the next passage." Ms. Collin tapped his book, turning around as she swayed her lushious hips away while Ricky's pupils bounced with her motions.
"The french revolution-"
"Next passage."
"Uhhhhhhh-"
1 hour later,
The bell rang as Ricky put his textbook in his bag though when he went to walk out, Ms. Collins didn't stop him and instead started marking something at her desk.
"You're not going to stop me?" Ricky genuinely asked Ms. Collins who politely set down her reading glasses before looking up at Ricky.
Mrs. Collins had been somewhat avoiding Ricky after feeling an intense, unexpected pleasure from his mere touch.
The experience left her so uncontrollably embarrassed that she couldn't even bring herself to look him in the eye.
With time, however, she had eventually warmed back to Ricky, though she still unconsciously kept him at arm's length.
"No Ricky, I've tried to reach out time and time again, but you only keep pushing me away. Although I am your teacher, I am not your guardian. We can talk when you're ready or not at all, but you know where to find me if that time comes." Ms. Collins politely informed Ricky before putting on her glasses and continuing to mark something at her desk.
Ricky showed a surprised expression as his gaze lingered on her desk though eventually walked away.
The school day was over, but Ricky would be attending the Skull and Bones meeting as he still needed to take care of Ruth.
Ruth had slowly started to nudge into Maria's life more and more which greatly irked Ricky who knew that she was only a snake, but Maria didn't.
However with everyone going on around him, today seemed like the perfect day to finally act on that mission always looming in the shadows.
"Hey beautiful." Ricky whispered behind Maria pigging out at the food table as she turned around with an embarrassed expression.
Maria was about to speak when she remembered the food still in her mouth as she quickly swallowed the entire mouthful, clearing her throat before continuing.
"Ricky, your back!" Instead of Maria, Ruth excitedly ran up to Ricky as she hugged him from behind which surprised Maria.
"I am so sorry about what happened to Rocco, if you ever need to talk then you can come to me, alright?" Ruth spoke softly to Ricky, who responded with a gentle smile.
Maria opened her mouth to say something but then shook her head, deciding against it.
'No Maria, Ruth isn't like that!' Maria thought internally, shooing away those nasty thoughts.
"Thanks for your condolences, and if everyone else is busy then I'll schedule an appointment with you." Ricky placed a hand on her shoulder before prying Ruth's hands off of his body.
"Let's go find our seats Maria." Ricky grabbed Maria's hand and led her to the chairs.
Ruth's eyebrow convulsed rapidly as she tried to maintain her face while Henry started cackling at Ruth's distraught expression.
The meeting was tedious, with most of it focused on upcoming events, until Henry brought up a matter that intrigued the entire club.
"As you know, this will be my last year at this snore fest so I will be nominating my replacement for the council." Jerry boisterously spoke as everyone in the club had hopeful eyes.
"And my replacement will be, drum roll please!" Jerry then started pounding his desk as Henry facepalmed at this usual act.
"RICKY LUCIANO!" Jerry proclaimed as all the hopeful eyes were immediately ashen in the next second, turning to see Ricky sleeping on Maria's shoulder.
"R-Ricky!" Maria jerked Ricky awake, groggily opening his eyes to see Jerry laughing so hard he fell out of his seat.
Despite many people vying for Jerry's seat and promising him various things, he honestly didn't care for it at all.
Jerry only attended this club because his father, an alumni of Yale and former member, essentially forced him into it.
In fact, Jerry had been handed everything he had in this club because of his family's distribution company, Hammer Trading Inc.
They had been around since the Revolutionary War, smuggling various goods from England to America before establishing themselves.
Jerry was also handed the position of council member in his sophomore year because the guy giving it to him wanted to get into his good graces.
So, in Jerry's mind, it was only right that he handed it off to another person since it only seemed fair.
But the main reason he gave it to Ricky was simply because Ricky was the only one who made him laugh in the stuffy meeting room.
Standing up, Ricky walked to the front where Jerry had pulled up a chair and patted its seat.
"Give it up for Ricky Luciano everyone!" Henry quickly accounted for the recent developments, and as he finished, the room filled with the sound of claps from those who had succeeded, mingled with the glares of those who had failed.
"What are you up to?" Ricky whispered to the madly grinning Jerry who waved his hand at him.
"Oh come on Ricky, you should know by now that I like to stir this snore fest up every now and again." Jerry easily confessed his intentions as Ricky raised an eyebrow before shrugging though he gave Henry a side eye.
Henry raised an eyebrow, seemingly communicating with Ricky through facial movements as the latter nodded his head.
The meeting ended soon after, and the disgruntled and disheartened members trickled out of the room until only a handful of people were left, the council.
Maria had to get back, so she gave Ricky a departing kiss and waved goodbye to Ruth before leaving with the rest of the members.
"Of course yer would pick the greasy italian." Joseph scoffed as he squinted disdainfully at Ricky who immediately shrugged it off.
"Better watch your mouth cousin f*cker, cause I'll knock the last three teeth out of it." Ricky leaned back in his seat as Jerry burst out in laughter, causing Henry to choke on the water he was sipping.
"You think you can take me!" Joseph stood up as Betty grabbed onto his arm.
"Easily." Ricky chuckled though clearly held disdain in his eyes for Joseph, waiting for him to make the first move before he beat the crap out of him.
"Honey calm down-"
"Oh Betty, you should have more faith in your man like me~" Ruth turned over to Ricky before sitting right on his lap.
'Oh boy.' Ricky thought he needed to be strong, but his body had other plans.
Despite being unpleasant on the inside, Ruth was drop-dead gorgeous on the outside, with her diamond spoon not being her only asset.
Brown-haired, slender beauty with captivating brown eyes with hair that cascaded in gentle waves around her shoulders, framing a face that exuded both warmth and intelligence.
Her eyes, like pools of rich chocolate, held a depth that seemed to draw you in just like her family's unimaginable wealth, revealing a hint of mystery beneath their surface.
Her slender frame moved with grace and elegance, captivating all who caught a glimpse of her.
(Image for the forgotten)
"Ironic- '' Harold scoffed only for Ruth's eyes to hatefully condense.
"What was that Harold!" Ruth's head whipped to the side as Harold made a subtle retort, his sigh betraying his frustration.
"Nothing." Harold whispered to the side while Ruth hummed victorious while Ricky grabbed her waist.
Ruth immediately blushed, feeling his hands slowly clasp around her waist while turning to Ricky with a wide smile though right as she was about to make a purring remark, she was moved off of his lap and onto the chair next to him.
"Anyways, I want to thank Jerry for nominating me and I promise to do right by his expectations." Ricky surprisingly gave out a mature response which delighted Henry.
"Well said, Ricky." Henry clapped his hand as Ruth realized that Ricky had subtly rejected her outright advances which made her slightly annoyed at this festering feeling called rejection.
"Now are there any other objections?" Henry asked since a majority was needed to reject this though no one else showed any signs of rejection.
"Then Ricky shall be Jerry's replacement." Henry announced as the other delightfully nodded along with Ruth who slithered her way to his side.
"Ricky, can we talk for a bit?" Ruth whispered as Ricky raised an eyebrow though nodded.
'I need to start it now.' Ricky side-eyed Henry, who responded with a slight nod.
Ricky then followed Ruth out, his expression reflecting the unspoken understanding between them.
"If she doesn't spell trouble then I'm illiterate." Jerry whispered words that subtly forced the others to nod as Henry stood up.
"Well, let's depart for now and continue our affairs at a later date." Henry urged them on, and as they exchanged glances and shrugged, they shuffled out of the room.
Unlike the others who thought Ricky would easily shrug off her advances, Henry lingered a bit before finally leaving.
'Come on Ricky, you got this.'
Arriving at the side room, Ruth closed the door behind Ricky, effectively blocking his only exit.
"You're not going to murder me are you-" Ricky feigned his surprise, making a joke until Ruth suddenly threw herself at him, capturing his lips in a deep, urgent kiss.
Her approach was intense and aggressive, her tongue plunging into Ricky's mouth with a fervent need.
Ruth didn't hold back, fully wrapping Ricky's tongue against hers as he hadn't encountered such intensity since his on-and-off fling with a female MMA fighter.
Breaking the kiss, Ruth pressed herself against Ricky's muscular chest, her hand caressing him with a mix of urgency and desire.
The heat between them was undeniable in this second, her touch oozing a thrillful desire with a rose tinted blushed spreading to her eyes as she gazed upon only Ricky's features.
'It's perfect.' Ruth's hands traced over Ricky's muscles, her mind wandering.
Ever since she was a girl, she had gotten everything she ever wanted, from material possessions to people.
But as she grew older, she knew that eventually she would need a partner. However, no matter how hard she looked, no one quite met her outlandish expectations.
The more Ruth aged, the more her fantasy twisted into something unrealistic, a vision that seemed impossible to fulfill, becoming something only out of a written novel.
This unrealism slowly started to become apparent in her surroundings as the fantasy began to wane, until she met Ricky.
From the very first moment she encountered his eccentric personality, she was intrigued.
That's all it was at first, when she gazed at Ricky all she saw was a simple jester who sought to make her laugh once and a while.
However, as Ricky began actively completing missions and becoming stronger and more refined thanks to his system, the fantasy Ruth once forgot about started to project onto him.
This intrigue of an old fantasy slowly morphed into an obsession, especially after witnessing his transformation into an Adonis-like figure.
However, Ruth didn't want Ricky for who he was, she wanted the idea of him.
She craved a handsome man around her age to simply look good and entertain her by her side, a perfect accessory to her already perfect life.
It wasn't that Ruth ignored Ricky's personality, she simply didn't care to see it since in her view, if it wasn't worth seeing then it wasn't real.
So she waited, for any chance to entangle Ricky in her web thinking that with all that she had and was, there would be no way for Ricky to escape once she ensnared him.
"Maria told me how she rudely rejected your advances~" Ruth seductively whispered in a hot breath towards Ricky's ear causing his expression to almost twitch.
'So it was this b*tch.' Ricky thought after realizing that Ruth was already influencing Maria to make decisions in their relationship to such a degree.
"If you were mine, I would let you have me whenever you wanted~" Ruth continued her seductive whisper, slowly taking Ricky's hands and trailing them down her slender body all the way down to her perky ass.
Ricky gazed down at Ruth, the plan he had with Henry days ago unraveling in his mind as he leaned down while Ruth tilted her face upwards, and their lips met in a kiss.
*Flashback in continuation of Chapter 27*
"Now listen closely, I have a plan." Ricky leaned in, Henry mirroring this action and giving him his ear.
"I'm going to knock her up." Ricky summed up the plan pretty quickly as Henry immediately nodded along without thinking about it too hard at first.
"Of course-huh?" Henry shockingly let out, recoiling backwards with a weird expression.
"I'm gonna put a baby in her, like with my di-"
"I ain't no retard Ricky, but like, why?" Henry asked, baffled that he had to ask this in the first place.
Henry's first thoughts were evident on his face, a large frown parting his features as he firmly believed in being a gentleman.
Henry wasn't a good person, no one in the business world was, but he was steadfast in his principles as a man.
Values and family were at Henry's core, and his relationships were the most important to him.
Knowing that Ricky was already in a relationship rubbed him the wrong way, though he decided to give Ricky the chance to explain himself out of curiosity.
"Listen Henry, what is the most important thing for a person of your-"
"Our.'' Henry corrected since Ricky was a part of the one percent as well.
*Ahem*
"Our stature." Ricky corrected though Henry easily knew the answer.
"Image-wait." Henry quickly responded only to halt his own words, the businessman in him started eating away at his conscience.
"So you want to get her pregnant then use that as an excuse to destroy her image since she will have had marital relations before marriage?" Henry asked though Ricky shook his head since he was thinking too narrowly.
"Not exactly." Ricky held up a finger as Henry became extremely confused.
"You said that her grandfather is John D. Rockefeller, the most powerful man in the country, correct?" Ricky held up a finger which made Henry nod weirdly since this was simple common knowledge.
"Yes I did but-"
"I'm going to use Ruth to draw him out so that I can have a 'talk' with him." Ricky said while gazing at his system though most importantly, Chester's Genjutsu.
In fact, Ricky hadn't really been using all of his items and abilities, still not entirely accustomed to them.
He knew he needed to actively want to use these skills since they were his biggest advantage.
Chester had such a valuable skill that Ricky hadn't even used yet, and this needed to change and it was from that point on, he swore to start utilizing it along with his other skills when in these types of situations.
The real reason Ricky wanted to get Rockefeller in a room was so that he could use Genjutsu to manipulate the old man into giving him his wealth or at least something that could be valuable.
"You're kidding." Henry laughed only to see Ricky was dead serious.
"Ricky, the one thing that Rockefeller cherishes more than money is his family and above all that is Ruth, she can do no wrong in his eyes and if he finds out that Ruth wants you, then it won't matter what plans we concoct-"
"Just let me take care of Rockefeller and you just handle the tedious things." Ricky explained as Henry let out a haggard sigh, rubbing his forehead in distress.
"All I'm saying is that once Rockefeller finds out your the father-"
"Who said that I would be the 'father'." Ricky showed a sleazy smile as Henry rubbed his chin.
"So you want to paint her as a harlot who sleeps around?" Henry asked, rubbing his chin continuously while thinking about the idea.
"Yep and I need your help to do it." Ricky gestured to Henry who leaned back onto the car hood.
"What do you need?"
"I need an alibi for the day so you know how you were going to give me a car?" Ricky pointed at Henry who slowly raised a smile.
"When?" Henry showed a wide smirk as Ricky shrugged.
"I don't know yet, but if she ever pulls me aside then I'll make my move." Ricky said to Henry as he understood.
"If this actually works and Ruth is painted in this way, this won't only help us with the council, but also when leveraging things over not only the Stefields but also the Rockefellers." Henry had an enthusiastic smile on his face, thinking of the leverage to hold over them at an actual Rockefeller descendant doing such a shameful thing.
"However, I do need you to find some men to say they 'slept' with her if they decide to ask around the council." Ricky gave off the next part but that made Henry hesitate before slowly nodding.
"It'll be taken care of, but I need some time." Henry agreed, understanding that finding men willing to speak so freely was nearly suicidal.
Despite the danger, he stood up, though he still hesitated slightly since this was a very reckless plan at heart.
Ricky wasn't a good person and he never claimed to be, he was a very selfish individual who rarely looked at other's interests unless it affected him personally.
"I honestly think your plan is commendable at best, but in the face of Rockefeller, I doubt that any of this will matter so are you sure you want to go through with this?" Henry asked but Ricky was firm.
"I'm sure." Ricky agreed as Henry let out a final sigh before putting his hand on his shoulder.
"Fine, it's a ginormous gamble but if it pays off, and we get something on Rockefeller, then it will be huge." Henry stood up, looking back at Ricky.
"However, remember one thing, Ricky." Henry held up a single finger with a dead serious expression.
"Rockefeller is a crafty guy, he's ruthless but the scariest part of him is how great he is at making people let their guards down." Henry had heard the haunting stories of the notorious John D. Rockefeller who almost took over the entire United States through Standard Oil.
Knowing full well that he wasn't someone to simply lose at anything, especially in the face of someone of Ricky's standards.
"So let me ask one more time, are you sure you want to do this?" Henry asked, knowing that if they went through with this they could never look back.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
*END FLASHBACK*
Ricky initially wanted to let this plan simmer a bit however with the sudden arrival of a new threat being those disgusting ghouls and a vampire mascarding as Dracula, Ricky needed to be a little more reckless in order to gain the power he desired to finally get his revenge.
"Are you sure you want all of this Ricky?" Ruth playful undid her top to reveal her bare perky breasts as Ricky slyly leaned into her ear.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
Author's Note: Sorry if anyone feel's blueballed that they didn't get the vampire confrientation that they probably wanted. But I felt that I needed to put him getting smacked down since although I built up Ricky's desire for power. Rather than simply showcasing his desire to be the strongest, I aimed to introduce a formidable figure who completely shattered his expectations and intensified his drive.
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