Capítulo 67: Chapter 66: A Broken Nature
Chapter:
The next day,
"Ricky."
"Ricky!"
"Hmmmmm?" Ricky hummed awake, his voice filled with confusion after being stirred from his slumber.
Maria's urgent whispers pierced through the fog of his drowsiness, tugging his attention toward her.
He blinked, his vision settling on her, a slow smile spreading across his face as he took in the serene beauty of her naked body, bathed in the soft morning light.
"Hey gorgeous." Ricky leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against her neck, a smile playing on his lips.
But before he could savor the moment, she shoved him off, her sudden resistance catching him by surprise.
"You need to leave, they'll kill you." Maria whispered, fear flickering in her eyes as she glanced at Ricky.
He opened his mouth to retort but stopped, his expression softening into a smile instead.
Leaning down, he kissed her forehead gently, then began to gather his clothes scattered across the floor and as he dressed, he turned back to her, that same reassuring smile lingering on his face.
"You know I'm coming back for you, right?" Ricky asked, his voice steady with reassurance.
Maria's worried expression softened as a warm smile spread across her face, her eyes holding onto his promise.
"I know."
Sneaking out of the house, Ricky moved carefully, every step measured to ensure no one spotted him.
Once he reached a safe distance, he exhaled in relief, glancing around to confirm he was alone.
With a smirk, he pulled out the systems to see a set of coupons, inspecting his Legendary and Epic Coupon.
'Open coupons.'
*DING*
Received:
(Epic Skill) Holy Aura: You will be blessed with a holy aura that will bless it so that once this skill is activated, it will poison all those impure around you.
(Legendary Item) Weapon Upgrade Ticket: Enhances any one of your items from Epic grade to the Legendary grade. Cannot be used on legendary and above items .
Ricky's eyes gleamed with a greedy smile as he glanced at the 425 gacha tickets in his inventory.
The anticipation buzzed through him, but first, he reached for a single ticket and summoned his solar flame bow.
The weapon appeared in his grip, radiant with heat, its ethereal flames flickering like it was alive as his smile widened, savoring the power in his hands.
"Upgrade."
A brilliant light flared as the ticket dissolved into the solar flame bow, fusing with it in a radiant burst.
Ricky's heart raced as the familiar weapon, one he had wielded countless times, began to shift in his hands.
Its form twisted, reshaping itself with a crackling energy, the once steady flames now spiraling with newfound intensity.
The bow seemed to pulse, alive with power, as its very nature transformed before his eyes.
Luminary Sunfire Bow: Crafted from the sacred wood of the Celestial Ember Tree, the Luminary Sunfire Bow transcends its predecessor with enhanced radiance and mystical prowess. This legendary bow channels the power of the sun itself, imbuing its arrows with ethereal flames that burn brighter and hotter than ever before.
Upgrades:
Celestial Essence Infusion: The bowstring is now infused with the essence of celestial energy, allowing for more precise and devastating shots. Each arrow resonates with the power of the sun, gaining increased accuracy and speed.
Aegis Solarium Coating: The bow's surface is coated with Aegis Solarium, a rare substance forged in the heart of a solar forge. This not only enhances the bow's durability but also adds a shimmering, protective aura that repels dark forces.
Nova Cascade Quiver: Integrated seamlessly into the bow, this enchanted quiver channels a continuous flow of miniature solar flares. As the archer draws back the string, the bow absorbs the radiant energy and transfers it to the arrows. With each pull, the stored arrows become charged with this solar essence, ensuring that every shot ignites into a brilliant cascade of solar flames upon release.
Cleansing Sunlight Aura: The bow emits a soothing aura of cleansing sunlight, purifying the surroundings and providing a sense of rejuvenation to the wielder. This aura also weakens shadowy creatures and enhances the bow's potency against the forces of darkness. Solar
Convergence Mastery: Mastering the Solar Convergence technique, the archer gains the ability to focus solar energy into a single, ultra-powerful arrow. This charged shot possesses unparalleled destructive force, capable of piercing through even the toughest magical barriers.
The bow illuminated with a pure, radiant light, almost blinding in its brilliance, before it cooled into an ethereal glow.
The legendary weapon pulsated in Ricky's hand as he gripped it tightly, his gaze fixed on a nearby abandoned building.
Walking toward the target with a mix of excitement and curiosity, Ricky approached with a slight frown of confusion.
He then drew back the glowing bowstring, his confusion fading as he felt the energy begin to gather.
The bowstring moved smoothly under his fingers, and with each inch he pulled back, the arrow grew brighter and more defined.
The radiant energy coalesced, forming a shimmering arrow that intensified with every centimeter, its shape becoming clearer and more powerful as he continued.
As Ricky released the string, the arrow flew with explosive force, slamming into the nearby wall.
The impact was immediate and devastating, sending debris flying and causing the wall to shatter under the tremendous power.
The arrow's solar flames greedily spread, consuming the wall and reducing it to nothingness in a blaze of fiery destruction.
'Holy sh*t.' Ricky looked at this devastating weapon in his hands, the mere power of this weapon pulsating in his mind.
"Alexander is going to sh*t his pants when he sees this." Ricky laughed, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he imagined the look on that gerbil's face.
He slipped the bow back into his inventory before rubbing his hands together, he summoned his inner gambler.
A blue, luminous wheel materialized before him, spinning with a mesmerizing glow that drew his gaze.
The wheel's captivating light danced, casting an enchanting aura as it turned, promising the excitement of chance and fortune.
'Alright, let's hope all that hoarding wasn't for nothing.'
*DING*
(Mythical Item) Aetherial Nexus Core: Forged in the heart of a cosmic convergence, the Aetherial Nexus Core is a legendary magic core that serves as a conduit to the very fabric of the arcane. When harnessed by a skilled practitioner, it grants the extraordinary ability to wield magic with unprecedented mastery. Legends tell of the convergence of multiple magical dimensions, birthing this core and infusing it with the essence of pure arcane potential.
Properties:
Arcane Attunement: Upon touching the Aetherial Nexus Core, the user becomes attuned to the vast reservoirs of magical energy in the surrounding environment, gaining an innate understanding of different magical disciplines.
Mana Confluence: The core acts as a focal point for mana and combines with your own heart, absorbing ambient magical energies and storing them within its crystalline structure. The user can tap into this reserve to amplify their magical abilities.
Elemental Affinity: The core adapts to the user's magical preferences, enhancing their affinity with specific elements, whether it be fire, water, earth, air, or a combination thereof.
Arcane Augmentation: Spells cast through the Aetherial Nexus Core are augmented, displaying increased potency, range, and precision. The core refines the user's magical gestures and incantations.
Riftwalker's Veil: By channeling the core's power, the user gains the ability to briefly step between dimensions, allowing for strategic maneuvers and escaping dire situations.
The Legend Behind The Aetherial Nexus Core: Whispers of the Aetherial Nexus Core have echoed through arcane chronicles, with mages and scholars seeking the legendary item to unlock the pinnacle of magical prowess. It is said that the core holds the key to the convergence of all magical realms, offering a glimpse into the vast tapestry of arcane knowledge. However, its location remains elusive, often appearing only in times of great magical significance, waiting for a worthy mage to embrace the responsibility of wielding its cosmic power.
(Legendary Item) Vorpal Mirror Shard - Dimensional Reflector: This small, iridescent shard, hailing from a mirror shattered in the realm between dimensions, possesses the power to create a one-time dimensional reflection. When activated, it creates a mirror image of the bearer, mirroring their every action and absorbing all damage directed at them. This mirror doppelganger lasts for a short duration, acting as a decoy and absorbing a predetermined amount of harm before dissipating. The shard then crumbles into fine, sparkling dust, returning to the fractured dimension from whence it came.
(Legendary Item) Vial of Eternal Essence: Derived from the legendary Wellspring of Eternity, the elixir contained in this vial offers a remarkable communion with the essence of existence. Upon consumption, it provides a temporary sense of invigoration, accelerated recuperation, and a heightened awareness of surroundings. This vial is pursued by those seeking a reprieve from the inexorable passage of time, desiring a taste of enduring vitality though it cannot revive the dead.
Attributes:
Fleeting Invigoration: Temporarily enhances resilience and speeds up recovery.
Clarity of Being: Augments perception and sharpens awareness.
Vitality Surge: Refreshes stamina and revives the body.
(Legendary Item) Eldritch Call: A forbidden and vastly dangerous whistle that serves as a one time use item. Its call causes one eldritch being to your aid and will follow your entire wish for exactly thirty seconds; however if the whistle is not destroyed after the thirty seconds, the being gains an eternal foothold into your realm.
(Legendary Item) Seeker's Orb: This orb will reveal the whereabouts of any being with a single piece of hair, drop of blood, or anything that might pertain to the being's anatomy.
(Legendary Armor) Gauntlets of the Damned: Forged in the accursed forges of forbidden realms, the Gauntlets of the Damned are a sinister creation with a dark and ominous history. Infused with the essence of malevolence and bound by eldritch curses, these legendary gauntlets are both feared and coveted by those who seek power at any cost. Wielding the Gauntlets of the Damned, the chosen bearer walks a treacherous path, harnessing the malevolent energies within to achieve their dark ambitions. Legends speak of those who, driven by insatiable desires, sought the power of the Gauntlets of the Damned, only to succumb to the alluring whispers of the abyss.
Powers and Abilities:
Cursed Grasp: The gauntlets instill a chilling touch, capable of draining the life force from foes upon contact. This stolen vitality bolsters the wearer's own strength and resilience Temporarily.
Netherfire Infusion: The gauntlets can channel otherworldly flames that burn with an unholy intensity. This eldritch fire not only damages enemies but also leaves lingering curses, sapping the willpower of those touched by its infernal blaze. Spectral Wield: The wearer gains the ability to summon and control spectral entities to aid in battle. These ghostly allies obey the commands of the gauntlet's master, haunting and tormenting enemies on the battlefield.
Dreadful Resilience: The gauntlets confer a dark resilience, allowing the wearer to endure and resist attacks that would break the will of lesser beings. The more the wearer faces adversity, the stronger their connection to the cursed power of the gauntlets becomes.
Eclipse's Embrace: In moments of dire need, the gauntlets can shroud the wearer in an impenetrable darkness, rendering them nearly invisible and allowing for swift and silent movements. This shadowy cloak enhances stealth and surprise in combat.
(Legendary Skill) Emperor Eye: A masterstroke of sensory supremacy, formerly used by the basketball genius Akashi's, this ability transcends the ordinary, endowing him with an unparalleled level of perceptual finesse. This extraordinary ability grants the user the extraordinary power to scrutinize not only the movements but the very essence of his opponents' bodies with meticulous precision, leaving no detail hidden from his keen gaze.
(Epic Skill) Persuasion Aura: Emitting an aura that encourages positive attitudes and cooperation.
(Epic Skill) Psychic Healing: Using psychic energy to accelerate natural healing processes without harm.
(Epic Skill) Advanced First Aid: Knowledge of semi complex medical procedures can be invaluable in emergencies. This skill can save lives and reduce the severity of injuries.
(Epic Skill) Time-Loop Awareness: Sensing and understanding temporal loops without causing harm.
(Epic Item) Diary Of A Tortured Soul: The diary of a man who lived nothing but a life of pain as he endlessly set out for a better life.
(Epic Weapon) Dagger of Venom: A small, unassuming dagger that injects a deadly poison into its target with a single scratch.
(Epic Item) Spectral Lantern: This lantern reveals hidden spirits and ghosts, making them visible to the bearer.
(Epic Weapon) Arrow of Fate: Once fired, this arrow unerringly finds its target, guided by fate itself.
(Epic Item) Spider's Thread: A deadly poison used by the Phantom Troupe, causing excruciating pain and leading to death if not treated promptly. X 13
(Epic Item) Lunar Shard Talisman: Activating this talisman temporarily grants the user heightened senses and agility, mimicking the grace and speed of a moonlit dance. The talisman's glow fades after one use, leaving behind only a cold, dull rock.
(Epic Item) Mirage Stone: Throwing this small, shimmering stone creates a brief but convincing illusion of the user and their surroundings, perfect for misdirection.
(Epic Item) Ethereal Veil Scroll: Unfurling this scroll envelops the user in a cloak of invisibility, allowing them to move unseen for a limited time. The scroll disintegrates after use, leaving no trace.
(Rare Item) Steel Point Pens: Crafted by the finest blacksmith in the world of Forchheim. These pens were crafted in a world entirely populated by blacksmiths for blacksmiths and these one hundred pens were all crafted in a single day by an aspiring blacksmith who sought to prove himself. X 100
(Uncommon Item) Wooden Chess Board Case: A wooden case filled with a handcrafted chessboard and pieces. X 20
(Uncommon item) Antique Compass: A beautifully crafted compass from the 19th century, complete with intricate engravings. X 35
(Uncommon Item) Crystal-Crafted Music Box: A delicately designed music box made from fine crystals, playing a soothing melody when opened. X 20
(Uncommon Item) Edible Insects Sampler: A selection of edible insects in various flavors, suitable for adventurous food enthusiasts. X 15
(Common Item) Rolls of Charmin Ultra Strong Soft Toilet Rolls: A roll of four ply toilet paper that feels like you're wiping your ass with a cloud. X 67
(Common Item) Traveler's Satchel: A sturdy leather bag with numerous compartments and a comfortable strap, ideal for carrying essentials on the go. X 60
(Common Item) Sturdy Travel Flask: A durable flask made from polished steel, perfect for keeping beverages hot or cold during long journeys. X 44
(Common Item) Pair of fingerless Biker gloves: Made for bikers who just wanted to ride a Harley. X 33
An overwhelming tsunami of information flooded Ricky's enhanced vision as he scanned the array of skills.
Though he skimmed through them, it felt as though he could perceive every detail with perfect clarity.
His gaze lingered on the Vial of Eternal Essence, even in the presence of his first Mythical item, he was unable to pull away from its meaning.
A broad smile spread across his face, a sense of triumph washing over him as if he had finally caught a break.
Energized by the discovery, he hurried away, eager to put this into use as the system notifications that began to appear before him.
['Psychic Healing' is compatible with your X-Gene, would you like to merge this into your X-Gene?]
[The skills 'Holy Aura' and 'Persuasion Aura' are compatible, would you like to merge these two skills?]
[Yes/No]
'Yeah, whatever.'
*DING*
(X-Gene) Pyro-Psionic Fusion:
Fusion Manifestation and Shape Manipulation: Ricky can materialize a harmonious blend of psychic energy and fire into solid, intricate constructs or powerful weapons. He can manipulate their shape, size, and complexity, showcasing a seamless integration of creativity and control. These constructs range from simple tools to complex machinery, reflecting his mastery of both psychic and pyrokinetic powers.
Durability and Offensive Capabilities: The constructs Ricky creates are exceptionally durable, capable of withstanding significant force and damage. Infused with both psychic and fiery energy, they serve as potent offensive tools. Ricky can generate and control projectiles that combine the dynamic nature of psychic force with the destructive power of controlled fire, providing him with versatile and powerful ranged attacks.
Defensive Capabilities and Dual Mobility: Ricky projects invisible force fields from his mind, forming protective barriers, shields, or entire domes. These force fields are highly durable, blocking telekinesis, preventing mental intrusion, and shielding against various physical and energy-based attacks. Additionally, Ricky can ride on streams of controlled fire or navigate on his psychic force fields, granting him both aerial mobility and maneuverability in battle.
Psionic Infusion and Healing: Ricky seamlessly infuses his constructs and force fields with emotions or thoughts, enhancing their effectiveness against specific adversaries or situations. He can also use his psychic energy to accelerate natural healing processes, both for himself and others, without causing harm. This fusion of psychic and fiery energy allows him to heal injuries and bolster his combat effectiveness, making him a versatile and strategic combatant.
Mental Control: Ricky's mental control over his creations allows for dynamic adaptation, making him a formidable opponent who can leverage the combined powers of psychic energy and fire to gain the upper hand in any confrontation.
(Legendary Skill) Radiant Harmony Aura: When activated, this skill envelops you in a radiant aura that simultaneously purifies the impure and inspires cooperation among allies.
Purification Blessing: The Holy Aura aspect of this skill purges the surroundings of impurities. Those with malevolent intentions or impure motives will be affected, experiencing a weakening effect akin to poison. This effect serves as a deterrent to those who harbor negativity.
Inspiring Cooperation: The Persuasion Aura aspect radiates a compelling energy that fosters positive attitudes and cooperation. Allies within the aura's range will feel a heightened sense of unity and teamwork. This can enhance strategic coordination in battles and promote harmony in any social or diplomatic situation.
Ricky didn't gaze at the screen but simply ran forward as he dashed throughout the streets with the vial in his hand.
Meanwhile at the Brooklyn Hospital,
The light poured through the open window, casting a gentle glow across the room. Eddy's once-chaotic space, filled with an assortment of flowers and get-well gifts, was now eerily immaculate.
The bed, which had been a tangle of sheets, was meticulously made, the crisp linens from Ricky smoothing out like a polished surface.
Eddy's fingers skimmed the sheets, smoothing out every crease as though their imperfections were a grave offense as he sat back in his chair, surveying the result of his careful efforts.
Eddy glanced around the spotless room and adjusted the two letters placed neatly by his side. Each movement was deliberate, a final act of order before the end.
He painstakingly maneuvered himself and the chair towards the table, tucking it away to restore the room to its pristine state.
Once everything was as it was when he first entered, Eddy made his way to the window with each action an tireless effort in itself.
Struggling but determined, he finally reached the window ledge where he often gazed out at the bustling city below.
The world continued its ceaseless motion, indifferent to him as he stared down at the myriad faces of people moving about their lives below.
Each individual walked with purpose, absorbed in their own routines and pursuing their own dreams.
However, Eddy had lost that spark.
The very thing that had once made him smile with purpose had slipped away, drowned by the arrival of his useless legs.
His dreams had vanished, leaving him feeling like half a man as he was once seen as a source of strength.
Now he was only defined by his disability, a cripple rather than the muscle he had once aspired to be.
Even when he was surrounded by people, Eddy felt an overwhelming sense of isolation.
No one around him seemed to grasp the depth of his hollow feeling, and it drove him to the very edge of his own despair, even as people reached out in genuine attempts to help.
Countless people continued to extend their help, setting aside their own desires to be close to his broken self.
What wounded him the most was witnessing the immense sacrifices his brother, Frank, made to ensure his well-being.
The sight of Frank's own deterioration, borne from his tireless efforts, only deepened Eddy's anguish, breaking him further as he watched the toll it took on his beloved brother.
So he had tried to push everyone away, including Frank, convincing himself that if he were gone, the world would be better off.
In his tormented mind, this belief took root, growing stronger with each attempt to isolate himself from those who cared.
But despite his efforts to push them away, they persisted in their attempts to stay by his side.
Their unwavering presence, though meant to offer support, only drove him deeper into his own despair, amplifying the sense of isolation he felt.
It was a vicious and painful cycle that Eddy resolved to end on his own. A
Acknowledging the wrongness of his decision, he felt he could no longer endure the relentless torment.
Desperate for release, he chose to break free from the cycle, even as he grappled with the guilt of his choice.
Yet, even this wouldn't be his greatest sin as his deepest regret would be the inability to face those who truly cared for him and offer them the apology they deserved.
Despite this, for once, Eddy longed to be free again, driven by a desperate need for release from his own suffering.
Grabbing the sheets he had arrived at the hospital with, Eddy wrapped them around his neck.
These sheets, the very same ones he had arrived at the hospital with, would now be the ones with which he departed from this world.
Eddy took one last, lingering look at the vibrant city below as a serene smile spread across his face as he closed his eyes, embracing a profound sense of relief that suddenly washed over him.
Gently, he tilted his body forward, the sheets trailing behind him like a shroud.
As he fell from the window, the sheets fluttered in the breeze, and in that fleeting moment, Eddy experienced an almost euphoric liberation, soaring through the sky on his final flight.
*CRACK*
Eddy's neck snapped with a sickening crack as the sheets tightened brutally around it, the force of the fall wrenching his head at an unnatural angle.
His final breath came in a gurgling, agonized rasp as his body convulsed violently, eyes bulging in a grotesque display of sudden death.
The sheets that had once promised Eddy liberation now grotesquely displayed his lifeless body, dangling from the window in a sickening spectacle.
His form swayed back and forth with a disturbing rhythm, the fabric fluttering in the breeze as if mocking the freedom he sought.
Gradually, the motion slowed, and his body came to a haunting stillness.
Screams of horror echoed through the air, a tidal wave of shock and disbelief, but one individual stood frozen from the chilling sight, their face pale and eyes wide with a mix of terror and paralysis.
"Eddy?" Ricky's voice trembled with incredulity as a haunting memory surfaced.
As Ricky's gaze fell upon Eddy's lifeless body, a figure emerged from the deepest depths of his mind, silhouetted against the grim scene.
The figure hung with a rope tied around his neck with a bright, unsettling smile and open arms, an image so eerily serene it made Ricky's knees buckle.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!" A shriek pierced the air, sending a wave of panic through the crowd as people scattered in horror.
Meanwhile, Ricky stood rooted to the spot, his body frozen in shock, unable to move or tear his eyes away from the nightmarish scene before him.
Instead of stepping forward, Ricky instinctively took a step back, unable to confront the harrowing sight before him.
Surrendering to his old instincts, Ricky fled from the grim reality with a frantic urgency, desperate to escape the crushing weight of what he had just seen.
At his lowest point, he turned to the one constant solace in his life: alcohol.
The flask of bourbon he always carried, a symbol of his escape from life's harshness, found its way into his hand.
This flask had been his refuge whenever life became unbearable, nurturing his fractured spirit in its darkest moments.
Raising the flask to his lips, Ricky hoped to drown his pain and find release from the suffocating reality.
Yet, as he sipped the bourbon, expecting its familiar burn to scorch away his troubles, he was met with a taste that was unexpectedly rancid, rotten.
The once-sweet relief now tasted putrid, and the liquid felt like a vile sludge as it forced its way down his throat, festering in his gut.
*BLERGH*
In a shocking twist of fate, Ricky's attempt to escape reality backfired and instead of sinking into a drunken stupor, he violently vomited, expelling the bourbon that had promised him solace.
The once-sweet escape now lay in a puddle on the ground, and Ricky was still left shattered, starkly sober and entirely disoriented.
The bitter realization of his failure to find refuge left him even more devastated, unable to numb the crushing reality he faced.
'What the f*ck?' Ricky wiped his mouth and discarded the flask as if it had turned rancid.
In his wrecked state, he frantically sought out every type of alcohol he could find, but each one tasted spoiled and left his body in a grotesque state.
Throughout the day, he couldn't even manage to become buzzed; instead, he spent the time vomiting more than he ingested.
The relentless cycle of sickness forced him to confront his suffering head-on, stripped of the numbing escape he had sought.
In the dead of night, Abraham ventured into a dimly lit back alley and found Ricky with his head buried in his hands, his hollow gaze reflecting profound despair.
Abraham looked down at him with a mix of disappointment and concern, while Ricky looked up in confused bewilderment.
Having learned of the situation through the bar, Abraham had sought out Ricky, expecting to find him merely diminished. Instead, he was met with the sight of Ricky completely shattered.
"Is this how you react in the face of tragedy?" Abraham spoke, his words eliciting a loud, derisive scoff from Ricky.
"Yeah, well, at least I'm not some old man damned for purgatory." Ricky rubbed his forehead wearily as Abraham calmly pulled out a cigarette and lit it, the soft glow of the ember casting a brief, flickering light in the dark alley.
"Jesus." Abraham sighed deeply, taking a slow puff from his cigarette as he watched Ricky's display of self-pity unfold before him.
"Listen Ricky death-"
"Shut up, just shut up." Ricky pounded his head against the wall, his gaze drifting upward toward the night sky.
"I f*cking had it." Ricky muttered, his voice cracking with raw emotion as his fist tightened.
"I had a way to help him, but I was too late and there's nothing you can say that'll make me feel even a little bit better." Ricky almost laughed out, literally possessing the cure, the means to save Eddy, but he hadn't reached him in time.
The realization that he had failed to act swiftly enough only drove him deeper into the abyss of his own despair.
"Listen Ricky death-" Abraham felt a compulsion to say something, to offer words of solace, but Ricky wasn't in the mood for any advice.
"Shut up, just shut up." Ricky pounded his head against the wall, his gaze drifting upward toward the night sky.
Ricky didn't want to hear any resolution nor did he want to face them, all he wanted to do was simply gaze up at the moon.
*Sigh*
"Whatever." Abraham flicked the cigarette to the side while walking out of the alley before walking back into the bar.
"You know where to find me."
The Next Day,
Ricky awoke in the same alley, disoriented and groggy and as he wobbled to his feet, then began to walk aimlessly.
Ricky walked and walked, his steps eventually leading him back to the house and as he pushed open the door, he was met with the sight of Lucky waiting for him, a stoic presence in the dimly lit entryway.
"I know-"
Ricky raised his hand in a weak gesture, but Lucky stepped forward and pulled him into a tight embrace.
"It ain't your fault Ricky, it ain't your fault." Lucky patted Ricky's back, fully aware that Ricky would blame himself for everything.
As Lucky offered silent support, Ricky repeatedly thumped his head against his father's shoulder, a futile gesture of frustration and anguish.
"I was right there-"
"I know." Lucky already understood as they pulled apart, and Ricky lifted his gaze while rubbing his eyes.
"When is the funeral?" Ricky asked his question, and Lucky's response was to bite his lip, struggling to find the right words.
"There will not be a funeral for Eddy-"
"W-Why not?" Ricky's expression turned incredulous, as if he thought this was some sort of cruel joke and Lucky sighed deeply, the weight of the situation clear in his resignation.
"Eddy killed himself and by catholic law, he can not have a catholic funeral-" Lucky revealed, trying to explain to the distraught Ricky who couldn't even believe what he was hearing form him.
"So we're not going to have one at all!" Ricky shouted in disbelief, a bitter laugh escaping him as he faced yet another set of seemingly absurd rules.
"Slick, I know it's a lot but right now we need to figure out what we're going to do-"
"But Eddy-"
"IS GONE!" Lucky cut through Ricky's frustration with a loud, commanding yell, abruptly silencing him and drawing his focus.
"YOU THINK YOUR THE ONLY ONE SADDENED BY THE LOSS OF A FRIEND?" Lucky shoved Ricky gently, a gesture that spoke volumes. In that moment, it became clear to Ricky that Lucky was grappling with a similar struggle yet one was looking forward.
"Do you think I don't want to drown myself in wine and forget about everything? Well, I can't cause right now the Luciano family is in trouble and I don't need a whining sissy, but my son to help me figure out what to do." Lucky took a deep breath to steady himself, and Ricky, recognizing the need for calm, nodded in agreement.
Together, they headed toward the kitchen table, where they could talk things through in a more grounded setting.
"How's the situation?" Ricky asked, smoothing back his disheveled hair with a restless hand..
"The other families are preparing for a war and are eyeing us in every street, we have the numbers but we're completely surrounded." Lucky massaged his forehead in frustration, while Ricky leaned back in his chair, staring at the ceiling as his mind seemed far away, lost in the swirl of his own thoughts.
"Slick, there are two ways we can handle this," Lucky began, already mapping a course that spit into two decisions.
"First, we go to war, and I make you my underboss. Or, second, you leave for Sicily and-"
"What if I can get Eddy a catholic funeral?" Ricky interrupted, a thought striking him as he spoke which only served to disappoint his adoptive father.
Lucky sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair, the weight of the decision clearly taking its toll on him.
"What?" Ricky asked, puzzled by the expression on Lucky's face that was clearly a large frown..
"Did you not realize my earlier words, it's against catholic law." Lucky cycled back to his earlier words, attempting to explain himself while his eyebrow twitched with irritation.
"I got that, but what if I could change the church's mind-" Ricky tried to explain, knowing that he was in the church's good graces which only made Lucky laugh.
"So you want to leave?"Lucky wiped his mouth with a disbelieving smile, almost unable to believe what he was hearing.
"Because I-"
"Is this really about Eddy, Slick?" Lucky pointed at Ricky with an accusatory gaze, his eyes sharp and filled with unspoken frustration.
"What are you talking about?" Ricky laughed out, thinking Lucky was spewing nonsense.
"Because to me, it just seems like you're trying to run away from your problems again like you always do." Lucky's temper flared, and he started picking a fight with Ricky, who frowned in response, his frustration evident.
"How am I-"
"Just go." Lucky waved Ricky away, his frustration palpable as he struggled to manage the crisis within the family.
"Leave or stay, but right now, I just can't deal with this, with you." Lucky pointed at Ricky, treating him as a separate, pressing issue as his gesture underscored the severity of Ricky's situation in contrast to the other crises at hand.
"Either way, I'll get your back because I love ya kid, but it's time for you to grow up and out of this troupe of you running away from your problems." Lucky walked away, his frustration evident in his retreat.
Ricky, laughing sarcastically, followed after him, the sound of his mockery echoing through the room as he trailed behind.
"So you want me to leave-" Ricky asked out, spreading his arms only for Lucky to turn around and face him head on.
"I want you to be the man I know you can be, not the f*cking coward in front of me right now." Lucky's words struck a deep chord, eliciting a bitter scoff from Ricky.
"HOW AM I A COWARD, I'VE DONE EVERYTHING YOU'VE ASKED OF ME-"
"YET WHENEVER LIFE GETS TOUGH, YOU JUST RUN AWAY!" Lucky yelled back at Ricky, causing him to immediately close his mouth.
Lucky took a deep breath, regaining his bearings before looking at him with a mixture of sadness and disappointment.
"It ain't about doing what's asked of you, it's about standing your ground when life gets tough, that's what it means to be a man, to lead." Lucky looked at Ricky, seeing him falling apart and finally understanding that he couldn't pick up the pieces.
"I thought you'd grow out of whatever this is after Rocco and a little guidance, but I was wrong." Lucky gripped his cane tightly, his gaze fixed in disappointment.
"What happened to you, Ricky?" Lucky said, his voice heavy as he really spoke from the heart when looking at Ricky.
"What happened before I adopted you?" Lucky asked, his voice tinged with anguish.
"What went wrong somewhere along the line that led you off the rails and left you stuck where you are now?" Lucky grabbed his forehead, a distressed smile touching his lips as he reflected on how much he had tried to help Ricky and guide him, only to see him remain trapped in his struggles.
"You just won't grow, almost like you can't." Lucky said, his voice filled with frustration.
"I've tried everything to be there for you, but that thing inside you is rotting you to your very core." Lucky walked up to Ricky, looking down at him with a clearly hurt expression.
"In all this time I've known you, everything around you has changed yet you haven't grown out of it, you're still the same and wherever you get close, you just revert back." Lucky saw all of it firsthand, he saw Ricky make efforts to really change but whenever he reached the tipping point, he fell backwards.
"I don't know what to do." Lucky admitted, his voice heavy with defeat.
"I thought you were supposed to be the roots of this family, but right now, you're just a leaf blowing in the wind." Lucky turned away after that, his back a picture of weary resignation.
"When you're ready, come back to the Luciano family. There will always be a place for you, but until then it's best if you leave." Lucky, for the first time since he adopted Ricky, gave him the cold shoulder as he essentially threw him out.
Ricky was left speechless, the sting of Lucky's resignation cutting deeper than even Profaci's harshest words.
It wasn't just that Lucky had given up on him; it was the way Lucky framed it as his own failure rather than blaming him.
Ricky shook his head, turned on his heel, and began to walk upstairs and as he reached the top, he found Alexander, Chester, and Henry waiting for him.
Without a word, Ricky swiped Alexander from the table and gestured for Chester and Henry to follow him.
Lucky didn't stop Ricky; he simply watched as Ricky walked out of the house without even turning back to say goodbye, leaving the man to sigh once again in resignation.
"Young Ricky, we have heard about your falling comrade and-"
"It's fine, we'll get him the proper funeral he needs." Ricky turned to Alexander, who started to speak but fell silent when he saw Chester shaking his head.
Henry hovered nearby, a tense presence in the air and Ricky, with a determined stride, made his way toward the tavern.
He pushed open the door to find Abraham waiting at the end of the bar, his posture rigid and expectant.
"Can I get Eddy to have a catholic funeral?" Ricky called out to Abraham, but Abraham could only respond with a deadpan gaze as he struggled to find the right words, only to close his mouth in frustrated silence.
"Are you already going senile, or is it that bush of ear hair?" Ricky quipped as he walked over to Abraham.
"No, the kid killed himself and has committed a so-called 'eternal' sin in the eyes of the church-" Abraham chuckled, knowing that lying to him wouldn't do the old man any good right now.
"Even if I become the black knight?" Ricky asked Abraham, who let out a small sigh as he set his drink down and turned his full attention to Ricky.
"I'm not going to sit here and promise things that I know won't come to pass," Abraham said, knowing they would never allow something like this to happen.
"But if you're wondering who could make that decision, it would be the high council of the Vatican. Yes, you could speak to them after you attain the position of the Black Knight." Abraham explained, carefully avoiding any confirmation of whether it would actually happen.
"Then let's go-"
"I'll be at the docks tomorrow, if you're there you're there, and if not then I'll have to continue to be in this godforsaken rat hole of a city." Abraham downed his drink in one swift motion and then walked out of the tavern, leaving Ricky with his thoughts and the lingering echoes of his words.
"Say your goodbyes or don't, I don't really care." Abraham offered his parting words, and as he left, Alexander crossed his arms..
"What a poor elder he is, young Ricky it is good that you have actual role models to lean on."
"What a poor elder he is, young Ricky it is good that you have actual role models to lean on."
Alexander's brow twitched as he glared viciously at Henry, who, in a tense effort to diffuse the situation, repeated his words.
Meanwhile, the gerbil, trying to steady himself, focused on the breathing exercises Chester had taught him, his small frame trembling with the effort to calm himself down.
"Allow us to give you your necessary time Ricky, we'll be at the docks when you arrive tomorrow." Chester scooped up Alexander, his actions firm but gentle.
Alexander, still visibly agitated, glanced at Ricky before giving a nod of acknowledgment.
He then followed Chester out the door, leaving Ricky behind with a mix of unresolved tension and contemplation.
Alone and with a few final goodbyes to deliver, Ricky made his way to a different house.
*Knock*
*Knock*
*Knock*
When the door opened, Ricky was met with the unexpected sight of the last person anyone would have guessed he'd come to say goodbye to.
"Ricky?" Ms. Collins looked at Ricky standing on her doorstep, her surprise evident.
As she took in the sight of him, a flush of color spread across her face, hinting at a mix of emotions she wasn't quite ready to reveal.
"R-Ricky, I heard about Edward and I wanted to say-'' Ms. Collins hesitated, her gaze flickering between Ricky and the door.
Before she could speak, Ricky abruptly silenced her with a passionate kiss.
His kiss was forceful, as if he was trying to pour all his unspoken emotions into that single moment as he reached behind her, gripping her firmly, and squeezed.
She melted against him, overwhelmed as his touch more or less provoked such a spirling swirl of wetness.
"Wait~" Ms. Collins tried to speak, but a moan escaped her lips instead, her voice silenced by the intensity of Ricky's touch.
It was a selfish decision, but among all the women he could have chosen, Ricky picked Ms. Collins, the one who held no emotional sway over him.
He understood that seeing Maria or Alina might lead him to act recklessly or stay when he needed to leave, so he sought out the one who would let him lose himself completely, free from any emotional ties.
With a forceful slam of the door behind him, Ricky began to press more fervent kisses onto Ms. Collins, who struggled to regain her composure amidst the intensity of his touch.
Ricky had meticulously guided her responses to each of his touches, a careful training that now bore fruit.
As his fingers traced her skin, a flush of anticipation surged through her, a tangible heat that betrayed her excitement.
Yet, beneath the surface of her growing desire, her mind grappled with a deep, unsettling awareness: they were on the brink of crossing a boundary that should remain sacred between teacher and student.
"Ricky, we can't-
'Wet to the touch.'
"A-Ah~" Ms. Collin's body trembled, her eyelids fluttering uncontrollably as a rush of warmth and desire spread through her.
As her legs grew weak and wobbly, Ricky lifted her into a passionate kiss and in that moment, all the rationality and moral constraints of their forbidden relationship melted away, overshadowed by the overpowering force of their mutual desire.
"Where's your bedroom Ms. Collins." Ricky broke the kiss, his breath coming in ragged whispers.
Ms. Collins looked up at him with eyes full of longing, her worries dissolving as she surrendered to the overwhelming need she had been holding back.
"Tonight, call me Jennifer."
Author's Note: I've been kinda busy and haven't really been checking comments as of late so I'll probably do it either tommorrow or like friday.
Capítulo 68: Chapter 67: After School Special (R18)
Ricky's hands roamed over Jennifer's body, the world washing away under the curves of his busty teacher.
"Ricky~" Jennifer moaned out after being picked up, grabbing Ricky's head that kissed her neck tenderly.
Throwing down against the bed, their clothes were ripped off in a frenzy, tossed aside in their urgency to feel skin against skin.
Naked and unashamed, they locked eyes without a single care for the consequences that their entanglement might bring.
Jennifer's breath hitched as Ricky's mouth claimed hers in a bruising kiss once more, their lips melding in a desperate clash of tongues.
Ricky immediately pressed her down onto the bed, one of his hands traced up the length of her arms, before capturing her wrists and pinning them to the mattress.
Jennifer's body acted as a wave, pushing her body even closer to Ricky's who firmly grabbed her hips with his other hand and squeezed.
There was no gentleness, no tender exploration, but instead the violent and unapologetic thrust of Ricky plunging into her.
The feeling of seismic, his entire length sliding into her warmth which wholly spread apart and ripped to take him all in.
A rushing warmth coddled around Ricky's cock, the wetness slobbering every inch of him with the tender and succulent nature that was Jennifer's cave.
"AHHHHHH~" Jennifers screamed out a moan of applause, her eyes shuddering upwards at finally quenching the ache that was burning a hole within her being that only Ricky could satisfy.
Ricky didn't even wait to relish in the feeling, pulling back out in a sudden action before ravaging her insides with a savage thrust of his cock.
Jennifer felt her insides stir and melt to his forceful approach, her pussy turning into mush as she let out an exhilarated moan.
"Oh god, oh god!" Jennifer screamed out, her body instinctively clinging onto him, nails digging into his shoulders in an effort to combat the strain of his deep and unbridled thrusts.
*THWAP*
"YES!"
*THWAP*
"YES!"
*THWAP*
"YES!"
Their bodies slammed together, the sound a wet, sticky slap of skin meeting skin, amplified by Jennifer's juices as their hips viciously collided against one another.
Her moans of pleasure mixed with the rhythmic clinging and sliding of their flesh, as her insides yielded and melted around Ricky as he fully altered her insides to accommodate him.
Sloppy and unrestrained, they continuously crashed into each other without any regard for anything that didn't fulfill their own desires.
They were both immensely selfish in their wants, yet blended together perfectly in the coupling that was Ricky's cock and Jennifer's wet pussy.
"AH~" Jennifer let out a ragged moan as each thrust from Ricky's cock drove into her aching pussy with immense force, causing her juices to spurt out in small bursts.
Every collision of his cock with her wet, eager hole made her cry out in joy, sending out her appreciation towards Ricky.
Each powerful thrust ignited a flood of pleasure that slowly relieved the tension that had been building within Jennifer, a sensation she had longed for and tried to replicate on her own.
It was shameless, but Jennifer had been touching herself for weeks while trying to reclaim those sudden bursts of pleasure that Ricky always seemed to induce by his mere touch.
'It's so wrong.'
"AH~"
'So wrong.'
"Then why do you feel so right!" Jennifer screamed out against her conscience, feeling Ricky's cock wholly fill her up, the pleasure induced from it completely consuming her senses.
It was mind-numbing for Jennifer, her cries and moans releasing everything she had kept buried for so long.
All the while Ricky remained silent, his focus entirely on himself and his own needs as he channeled his pent-up tension into her, pummeling his hips into her folds while forcing her body to meet his in this brutal exchange.
Pinned down and being rammed into, she welcomed him eagerly, surrendering to his efforts and taking him deeply.
Her walls expanded and stretched around his cock, gaping with each thrust, yet her responses only seemed to encourage his aggressive movements.
*THWAP*
*THWAP*
*THWAP*
Jennifer's body convulsed under the force of his thrusts, gasping for breath as Ricky's relentless movements took the very air from her lungs.
Each thrust reached deeper inside her, his tip knocking against her womb with every powerful motion that sent waves of guilty pleasure through the mind numbed Jennifer.
It was consuming, his cock ravaging her senses into overdrive as she could only lay there and take it but it was merely internal, but physical as well.
Even Ricky's musk, the very scent that surrounded him, drove her wild as its aroma only drove her deeper into this seemingly unending void of lust.
Yet even when she was being consumed, pinned down, and utterly brutalized by Ricky's cock, Jennifer couldn't help but scream out for more.
The depraved way he was triaging her body started to actually intoxicate Jennifer, making her crave more and in a bold move, even when still pinned down by all facets of his body, she began to lick Ricky's shoulders.
Tasting the saltiness of his skin, relishing in the sweet and pleasant aroma of his body all the while his cock ruthlessly turned her pussy into paste.
This degrading act from Jennifer only incited Ricky further, driving him to push himself even deeper into her.
The continuous clapping of their bodies, colliding against one another, wholly filled the room, mingling with the musky scent of their passion.
The windows began to fog over with the lustful condensation of their fervent exchange, only enhanced by the growing tirade that was each other's moans and grunts.
"Ah~"
"F*ck~"
"Ah~"
"F*ck~"
Jennifer's moans mingled with Ricky's deep, ragged breaths, unconsciously tuning even their voices within one another.
Ricky tightly gripped Jennifer's thigh, using her own limbs to secure his hold as he thrusted harder and deeper into her being.
He kissed her with a hunger that bordered on desperation, his lips seeking hers as if trying to convey a thousand unspoken words of all the stress accumulated within his body.
Jennifer responded eagerly, her own hands finally released from his locking grip as she started exploring Ricky's back, feeling the muscles tense and release with each thrust sent into her body.
They were both so internally frustrated and used each other as an outlet to release the intense feelings that had ached within them for so long.
In the heat of the moment, they lost themselves to each other, the world outside their embrace fading into obscurity as the only thing that mattered was their entwining pleasure.
Jennifer's thoughts were a whirlwind of sensation, every touch, every movement, amplifying the ache between her thighs and the fire building in her belly.
She surrendered to Ricky, her body and soul laid bare in the intimacy of their entwined passion.
For Ricky, this was just physical; it was heartless but Jennifer's desire wasn't met with reciprocation but instead used to satisfy his own desire in this moment.
He buried himself deep within Jennifer, feeling her warmth envelop him, her essence merging with his own.
As they moved together, the room filled with the heady scent of their arousal, mingling with the musk of sweat and the sweet, intoxicating aroma of Jennifer's desire.
The air around them crackled with electricity, each touch sparking a new wave of sensation that left them breathless and yearning for more.
"Ah~"
"Ah~"
"Ah~"
Jennifer cried out, while Ricky felt something swelling within him and despite the growing intensity, he was too focused on his own pleasure to hint at his approaching orgasm, simply increasing his pace.
Barreling his cock into Jennifer, he felt her squeeze down on him with a tight grip, enveloping him in a relentless tightness.
Gritting his teeth at the swelling within his balls, he maneuvered with a sudden burst of strength, thrusting forward with all his might.
"AH~" Jennifer's eyes widened as Ricky's cock rammed not only at the entrance of her innermost sanctum but forcefully broke past its gate.
In the next moment, cum exploded from his tip, his thick, slimy release splashing and swirling inside her womb, painting her entire room in an eggshell white.
"Oh gawd~" Jennifer moaned out, feeling the sweet release of her own climax as she shivered in immense pleasure beneath Ricky who was constantly pumping her full of his seed.
Spasming with pleasure, Jennifer's eyes became teary and twitched with relief, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.
*Huff*
*Huff*
*Huff*
Both of them let out huffed breaths, but Ricky was the first to stand up, looking down at Jennifer with a clearly unsatisfied gaze.
Flipping Jennifer onto her stomach, Ricky raised her hips while she continued to huff wet breaths onto the bed sheets.
*SLAP*
"Haaaaaaaaaa~" Jennifer let out a long, drawn-out moan as she felt Ricky ram his cock back into the deepest depth of her being, stirring the mixing pot of his hot, soothing cum still swirling inside her womb.
Jennifer's plump ass jiggled with each of his thrusts, unable to arch her back as Ricky kept it pressed down.
Raising his hips into a long, drawn-out arch, Ricky slammed his cock back into Jennifer, who let out another prolonged moan.
Ricky continued his relentless treatment, thrusting with all his might into Jennifer while pinning her back down, making sure she had to take it all.
However, she never complained, taking his cock without a word as she clutched the sheets tightly with her fingers, half of her disheveled face buried in the mattress as she let out muffled moans.
*SLAP*
*SLAP*
*SLAP*
Jennifer's ass smacked against Ricky's hips, creating a heavy sound that filled the room.
Sprawled out on her bed, the vigorous and brutal exchange left her struggling with the strain on her sheets.
She gnawed and gnashed at them, her fingernails tearing at the fabric's edges as her teeth gripped them tightly while standing them with her drool.
The wet mark clenched between her teeth stained further with every moan muffled beneath them.
Ricky didn't even seem to hear the sounds of him slamming against Jennifer's body as all he saw was her back and felt the emptiness in his heart, trying his best to fill it with this momentary pleasure.
Ricky's cock drove forcefully into her pussy, droplets of her juices spraying out with each powerful thrust as he withdrew with a swift, deliberate motion, only to slam back in with relentless intensity,
It was messy, Ricky's relentless thrusts disregarding her pleasure as he used her pussy with disregard.
His rough, unrestrained activity turned her hole into a gaping mess that was nothing more than an outlet to vent his stress.
"AH~" Jennifer cried out, feeling her womb stretch even further under Ricky's forceful might as she lay there, continuing to take it all.
"AH~"
"RICKY-AH~"
"RICKY-"
Ricky didn't wait to hear what Jennifer wanted to say; instead of listening, he pressed her face down onto the very sheets she had torn up earlier.
Muffled moans rang out as Ricky drove his cock deeper into her pussy, desperately seeking any sensation while tightening his hold on her waist.
Face down, ass up, the only sounds filling the room were the aggressive rhythmic claps of Jennifer's ass meeting each punishing thrust Ricky delivered.
Ricky's ears began to ring as he watched her ass sway in circles, thrusting relentlessly into her constantly squirting pussy.
He felt a growing pressure in his balls, his nails digging into her waist as he increased his speed to thunderous claps, disregarding any concern for her feelings.
His breaths hastened, strained even as he delivered one final, ravaging thrust into her punished pussy, flooding her womb once again with his thick cum.
Her womb began to balloon under the massive amount of cum he was dumping into her being, stretching her body to accommodate the intense pleasure he induced.
Jennifer's body violently shuddered as the overwhelming sensation surged through her insides for the second time, an intense wave of juices spraying out and splattering across Ricky's lower abdomen, though he remained oblivious to her reaction.
Feeling the last bit of pleasure drain from his cock and into Jennifer, Ricky let out a haggard breath before collapsing backward onto the bed. J
ennifer's ass slumped down, her entire body sprawled out against the damp, ripped sheets and after a moment, she finally found the strength to stand up.
Ricky lay on the bed, panting and gazing up at the ceiling, until he saw Jennifer crawling toward him.
All his cum dripped from her pussy, staining the bed beneath them before she settled on top of him.
*Huff*
*Huff*
*Huff*
"Ricky, are you alright?" Jennifer huffed out a question, one that came from the deepest part of her heart, while Ricky covered his face.
"No, I'm not alright Jennifer, my life is f*cking falling apart." Ricky confessed, and Jennifer listened tentatively, catching her breath and fixing her hair as she absorbed his words.
"Everytime I feel like my life is about to be smooth and actually good, there's this sudden bump in the road that derails everything and I just fall back and-"
"Ricky." Jennifer cooed as she leaned down, gently cupping Ricky's cheek and turning his face towards her.
"You're going to be alright." Jennifer smiled warmly as Ricky, showing clear doubt, sat up.
"How do you even know-"
"I don't, but telling yourself it's not going to get any better won't help you." Jennifer chuckled, caressing his chin as he let out a light sigh.
Falling back on the completely ravaged bed, Ricky stared up at the ceiling as Jennifer traced circles on his chest.
"Sorry about being so rough-"
"Fufufufufu, I took you didn't I?" Jennifer laughed, leaning in to take him into another tender kiss before breaking it.
"But since you got your turn, now it's mine." Jennifer kissed his forehead, then stood up and positioned herself so that her pussy, still leaking his cum, hovered right above his tip.
"Ha~" Jennifer moaned, placing a hand on Ricky's chest as she slid down his pulsating cock once more.
With one smooth and sensual motion, she took in his entire length before opening her eyes.
"Why couldn't you be a little older, huh?" Jennifer joked, trying to lift his mood, and Ricky laughed as he leaned into her lips.
"That didn't stop you earlier." Ricky joked back, pulling her into a kiss as she rested her arms on his shoulders as their tongues interlocked in a slow, graceful dance.
Then, without hesitation, Jennifer gently lifted her ass, which glistened in the moonlight, before slowly lowering it again.
Her C-cups swayed in the air with each movement, repeating the motion while their tongues remained intertwined between their lips.
Their sweat-covered bodies intermingled once more, but this time, instead of the aggressive wet slapping of colliding forms, they flowed together in a serene, interlocking embrace.
Jennifer rode Ricky's cock in a tentative but grateful manner, repeatedly taking him into her already stretched and accommodating pussy.
Her hips moved up and down, driven by her own desires, as she filled herself to the brim with his veiny cock, momentarily ignoring him as he had done to her earlier.
Jennifer was becoming intoxicated by Ricky's cock, the sensation of him stretching and pushing deeper than she ever imagined, reviving her otherwise non existent sex life.
Her movements gradually turned frenzied, her ass slamming up and down onto Ricky's thighs, thrusting herself into his cock into her wet folds with increasing intensity.
"Oh, oh yeah~" Jennifer moaned, pushing Ricky's face away as she arched her head back.
Lost in her own desires, she became wholly selfish, using Ricky as a mere dildo.
Ricky, smiling at being used in such a way, didn't complain in the slightest.
Ramping up her pace, she pulled herself to the very tip of his cock before slamming back down, sending jolts of electricity through her nervous system.
The intense pleasure transformed into the blissful, vacant smile that spread across her face.
She craved it, yearning to experience that overwhelming climax that had already ravaged her pussy twice and was determined to reach that triple crown of pleasure.
The hard, aggressive claps of Jennifer eagerly slapping her body against Ricky echoed in the already musk-filled room.
The build-up within her only fueled her desperate need to ravage Ricky's cock further, craving the flushed sensation of pleasure that always surged through her.
Gritting her teeth, she felt his tip pressing against the walls of her womb, still coated with remnants of his cum.
Desiring that fresh, thick coating of his cum, she gasped in hunger as she rode Ricky's cock with fervor, her mind consumed by the raw pleasure as she eventually pulled herself up, seeking that intense satisfaction.
"AH!" Jennifer yelled out as she drove herself down onto Ricky's cock, hitting the flushing climax she had been yearning for and seconds later, Ricky's grunt echoed through the room, marking his own release.
That fresh coat of paint covered every inch of her walls with thick, eggshell white, as she let out a relieved moan.
"Ohhhh, yeahhh~" Jennifer whispered as the last ounce of stress flowed from her pussy and onto Ricky's abdomen.
"Even?" Ricky asked, watching as Jennifer plopped down onto the bed as she laughed softly, a small chuckle escaping her lips.
"Even."
[Mission Received 'Jennifer Collins']
Difficulty: Hard
Description: Jennifer has worked through countless adversities to land this prestigious job without taking the easy route when climbing this treacherous mountain. She might rather die than actually jeopardize her career by sleeping with one of her students.
Objective: Find a way for Jennifer to overlook all of that and knock her up.
Main Mission Reward: 100,000 IP
Impregnante Jennifer Once:
Rewards: 200 Gacha or The choice of Jennifer's skills
Impregnate Jennifer Twice:
Rewards: ?????????
Additional Missions:
Impregnante Jennifer while in the classroom(Incomplete)
Reward: Epic item coupon Legendary Coupon
Break Jennfier's pussy(Complete)
Reward: Epic item coupon
Have Jennifer take the initiative(Complete)
Reward: Epic/Legendary Coupon
Bonus Missions:
Cum inside Jennifer three times in one sitting
Reward: +5 Dexterity
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Late in the night,
Ricky sat on the edge of the bed, his face buried in his hands as Jennifer, slowly opening her eyes, noticed his distress.
Despite knowing she was likely the last person Ricky should be spending the night with, he found an odd comfort in their tenuous connection, which felt more reassuring than the thought of being with Maria.
Frowning, Jennifer moved forward and embraced him from behind, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting hug.
"It's ok." Jenifer cooed softly as Ricky caught hold of the hands that snaked their way around him, holding them tightly.
"You're going to be fine, you're going to get through this." Jenifer rested her head on his shoulder, and Ricky released the aggrieved sigh he had been holding back.
"I hope so."
Author's Note: Too tired + Too hungover = Me going over comments tommorrow.
Capítulo 69: Chapter 68: Goodbye New York
The Next Morning,
After the steamy encounter, he wandered down the streets of Harlem, his mind clouded with thoughts that swirled as thick as the evening air.
Even in his sober state, Ricky was a disheveled wreck, stumbling through his day with the weight of exhaustion clinging to him.
His clothes were rumpled, as though he'd barely put in the effort to straighten them, and his hair stuck out in unruly strands.
Dark circles framed his eyes, betraying the sleepless nights and restless thoughts that plagued him.
"Ricky!"
A voice called out, and Ricky froze as he turned around slowly, his stomach knotting as his eyes landed on a figure that he desperately was trying to avoid.
The unexpected presence sent a wave of unease washing over him, making him feel as though the ground had shifted beneath his feet.
"Frank what are you-" Ricky started, an uneasy laugh slipping out as he forced a smile.
Ricky couldn't finish his sentence as the big guy closed the gap, pulling him into a tight hug and before he could react, Frank stepped back, placing heavy hands on his shoulders, his face softened by a sad smile that seemed to weigh down the moment.
"Gosh you little sh*t, I've been looking everywhere for you." Frank attempted to put on a brave front, giving Ricky's shoulders a firm pat, but the cracks showed.
His face, worn and disheveled, mirrored Ricky's, revealing that beneath the gesture of strength, he was just as shaken.
An uncomfortable silence settled between them, thick and heavy as the tension hung in the air, making every second feel longer.
Ricky's guilt gnawed at him, so much so that he couldn't bring himself to meet Frank's eyes, his gaze dropping to the ground as the weight of the moment pressed down on him.
"Here." Frank finally shattered the silence, extending an envelope and placing it gently in Ricky's hand.
"This was-" Ricky immediately spoke out, his eyes widening, recognizing the handwriting on the envelope.
*Sniff*
"This was one of the two letters that were next to the bedside," Frank said, his voice thick with emotion.
"This one had your name on it." Frank gave Ricky's shoulder a reassuring pat before stepping back, allowing Ricky to become engrossed in the letter, his attention fully absorbed by the item now clutched in his hands.
"Lucky also filled me in on what you were doing, and I appreciate it," Frank said, his voice wavering slightly, knowing that it would be impossible for Ricky to give Eddy a catholic funeral.
"But when you're ready, we'll spread his ashes, okay?" Frank forced a smile, trying to not break down at the thought of spreading his little brother's ashes.
Ricky opened his mouth to respond, but the words eluded him and Frank, sensing this, gave his shoulder one last pat before walking away.
Left alone, Ricky wandered the streets until he reached the Cotton Club as he paused at the entrance, hesitating.
Though he knew it was right to bid farewell to Jake and the others, he ultimately retracted, continuing down the sidewalk instead.
A car slowly eased to a stop beside him and despite his efforts to ignore it, Ricky glanced over to find Madame St. Clair waiting silently.
Words weren't necessary; the unspoken understanding was palpable and with a resigned sigh, Ricky approached the car and climbed in.
As the vehicle pulled away, it maintained a steady, regulated speed with Ricky slumping in his seat.
"I heard about your friend and might I say, thank you for not coming into Harlem afterwards." Madame St. Clair's attempt at humor fell flat, as Ricky didn't laugh and instead, he let out a small, weary breath, his mood remaining somber.
"What do you want?" Ricky turned his head to face her as she pulled out a cigarette and extended it toward him, which he accepted with a simple nod.
"I heard you're leaving, I just wanted to say goodbye, that's all." Madame St. Clair made a prompt comment, and to her surprise, it was the thing to actually make Ricky laugh.
"I didn't know we were friends." Ricky said in a cynical tone, lighting his cigarette and leaning against the window.
"We're not, we're associates, but even associates can say goodbye." Madame exhaled a small puff of smoke from her cigarette and swiftly retorted.
"Anything else?" Ricky asked with a self-deprecating tone, and Madame rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips.
"I wanted to say thank you." Madame actually thanked Ricky who was a little taken aback, laughing once more but in a thicker tone.
"You're kidding?" Ricky genuinely asked, thinking this had to be the first time he had heard her say anything of the sorts.
"Of course not, even though you're being a little sissy right now, I'm still grateful for everything you've done for my community." Madame promptly replied, showing her appreciation towards Ricky even if it was for his own profit.
"Honestly, the only reason I humored you in the first place was in hopes of getting in your pants." Ricky said with a playful smile as Madame burst into laughter at his bold proclamation.
"Oh honey, it wouldn't have taken a detective to figure that out." Madame tapped his shoulder with a slight chuckle brushing off a piece of lint.
"But still, you are a selfish piece of garbage, however in the end you helped out a lot of people which goes a long way." Madame complimented in a weird way as Ricky simply smiled.
"So when, or if you come back, I'll let you take me out to dinner as a reward." Madame then leaned over and kissed his cheek, opening the door on his side while in the act.
"Is that your way of telling me to get out?" Ricky asked, stepping out of the car as Madame laughed.
"No, it's my frustration for doing all that promoting to get you a couple of boxers only for you to suddenly leave." Madame closed the door but smiled through the window, her expression warm and playful as she watched Ricky's reaction.
"And Ricky, one more thing." Madame rested her head on the window, mirroring Ricky as he leaned down to match her gesture.
"If you still act like a child when you come back, lose my number," Madame said, giving his cheek a playful tap before the driver accelerated away.
*Sigh*
"Honestly, one of my biggest regrests in that I never got to tap that while I was still here." Ricky sighed, reflecting on his biggest regret as he shook his head and continued walking.
Arriving at Elijah's store, Ricky was unsure why he had come, though he felt an inexplicable pull toward it.
As he stood there, he realized he had nothing to lose by stepping inside, a sense of resignation pushing him through the door.
*Ring*
"Just a minute, I'll be right out!" Elijah yelled from the back, Ricky shrugging while starting to walk through the convenience store.
He grabbed a couple of snacks and headed to the counter, only to find that it was not Elijah but his son, Isiah, manning the register.
"Ring me up." Ricky tossed the snacks onto the counter, but Isiah shook his head, a knowing look in his eyes.
"My daddy told me not to ever charge you for the things you want in the store-"
*Sigh*
"Whatever." Ricky sighed, swiping the snacks off the counter as he didn't have the energy for any arguments and turned to leave.
"You know what, no." Ricky turned back to the twelve-year-old Isiah, who flinched as Ricky slammed the snacks back onto the counter.
"Let me ask you something-uh, wait what's your name again?" Ricky pointed at Isiah, who looked up with a mix of confusion and apprehension, clearly bewildered by the sudden shift in Ricky's demeanor.
"I-Isaiah?"
"Isaiah, why can't sh*t just fall into place and go my way, huh?!" Ricky erupted, directing his frustration at the young boy, who stood too confused and inexperienced to offer any answers.
"I-I don't' know-" Isaiah, not expecting to be used to vent his inner frustration, recoiled backwards a bit.
"Because it feels like whenever I do anything right and things are going just great, something always comes along to ruin the mood, the flow!" Ricky shouted, his frustration escalating as Isiah stood there nervously, unsure of how to respond to the outburst.
"Uh-"
*Thump*
Ricky banged his head lightly against the counter, letting out a deep, aggrieved sigh as he clutched the letter in his pocket, his fingers trembling as he struggled to muster the courage to open it.
"Daddy!" Isaiah called toward the back, his voice tinged with concern as he wondered if he had done something wrong.
Elijah emerged from the back, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene before him.
"S-Slick-"
*THUMP*
Ricky slammed his forehead into the counter again, causing both Elijah and Isiah to flinch as a visible crack formed from the force of his impact.
"Go to the back boy, let me talk to him." Elijah, seeing Ricky obviously distressed and able to read the room, tapped Isaiah's back signaling him to leave.
Instead of answering, Elijah walked over to the door and turned the open sign to closed before heading towards the back, leaving the two of them in a heavy silence.
Elijah emerged with two root beers and two stools as he set them down next to each other and handed a drink to Ricky.
"I know that you've probably heard this a lot but I'm sorry for your loss." Elijah spoke first as Ricky reacted, grabbing the beer and sitting down quietly.
"Isn't everyone?" Ricky looked up, frowning at the soda but twisting off the cap nonetheless.
"But I can understand where you're coming from." Elijah suddenly said, causing Ricky to look up at him with a plain expression.
"Really?" Ricky asked, his voice strained as he struggled to keep cynicism at bay.
He honestly found it hard to believe that Elijah would truly relate to him, given that he was a mobster and his friend literally hung himself before his eyes when he had the fix all cure in his grasp.
"Yes Mr. Luciano-I mean Slick." Elijah began to speak but hesitated, noticing the skeptical frown on Ricky's face.
"You see, my wife was always a very sick woman." Elijah smiled, looking down at the soda with a reminiscent expression while rubbing the label.
"We grew up together, but she always had to be inside you see, due to her health." Elijah reminisced, closing his eyes and trying to remember her smile.
"Everyone used to tease her and even I was no different but when I saw her on a fateful Tuesday, god." Elijah let out a chuckle, shaking his head and gazing down.
"She was so pretty, I was barely ten years old yet even to this day I still remember that swelling in my heart." Elijah tapped on his chest, laughing at his own words.
"I-I visited her everyday after that, she couldn't go outside so she lived through my stories." Elijah began, his voice faltering but continued to keep it steady.
"My dream back then was to sail across the world and I always used to tell her the things I wanted to see, until the days passed, and it became the things we wanted to see." Elijah faltering turned back into a smile, his voice as smooth as the ocean.
"Did you end up sailing across the world?" Ricky asked Elijah who laughed, shaking his head and taking a sip of his soda.
"Of course not." Elijah laughed, wiping his mouth before looking back at the ground.
"No, instead of continuing to save for a boat, when I turned eighteen I used up all my savings and bought a ring." Elijah tapped his gold ring, chuckling at his own nativity.
"What happened to sailing across the world, wasn't it your dream?" Ricky asked, taking a sip of his beer.
"No, cause I realized I didn't need to sail across the world," Elijah said, his voice gaining confidence.
"From the start, she had always been everything I dreamed about." Elijah's words only made Ricky chuckle at the sentiment, finding it the sort of romantic notion one might find in a book.
"She got all mad at me too, saying the same things like 'It's your dream' and 'Don't stay because of me' but I wouldn't budge and took out the ring." Elijah continued to laugh, rubbing his golden ring in the process.
"I got on one knee and asked her to make me the happiest man by giving me my world. She said yes," Elijah continued, taking another sip of his soda.
"I took over my father's shop, but she didn't get any better. Then one day, she told me she was pregnant." Elijah's voice grew heavier, showing some hesitation but continued nonetheless.
"I was thrilled at first, until the doctors warned us that if she went through with it, she wouldn't live long." Elijah said, his voice growing somber with every word uttered.
"So what did you do?" Ricky asked, and Elijah raised an eyebrow in response as he then recalled seeing Elijah's son and nodded.
"Well we had my boy, Isaiah." Elijah said as if it was obvious, laughing along with Ricky.
"I'm sorry, but how does this relate to me-" Ricky asked, his laughter dying down only for Elijah to actually interrupt him.
"Because I watched someone I cared about slowly die right before my eyes, until one day, I came home and found they had already left this world." Elijah said, his voice heavy with emotion, finally getting to the point as Ricky halted his words.
"Did it get better?" Ricky suddenly asked, still reeling in from Eddy's death while feeling wholly responsible.
"No, not at first." Elijah shook his head, his face showing that even now, a part of him hadn't gone over it.
"The real sh*tty thing about grief, Slick." Elijah said, his voice steady but tinged with sorrow.
"Is that aching feeling that you could've done more." Elijah paused, meeting Ricky's gaze before continuing
"But you've got to forgive yourself, Slick. Sometimes we lose the things we care about, and we can't control that." Elijah took a deep breath, his words raspy as this topic always made him emotional.
"I wasn't the best husband. I still had a lot of things I wanted to do with her, but I can't turn back the clock, and I don't want to." Elijah conveyed that, even now, he still wishes he could go back and do more, but he wouldn't change a thing.
"But if I didn't-" Ricky tried to say something only for Elijah to put up a hand and shook his head.
"You're only hurting yourself when you try to reason with their loss, trust me I know, I used to think about what I could've done over and over until I realized that she was just gone." Elijah had already played this game before, knowing it was a never ending circle of despair and the only way to break free, is to simply not play.
"The best thing I can tell you, Slick, is that no matter how much you punish yourself, he's already gone, and nothing you do will change that," Elijah said, giving Ricky's shoulder a reassuring pat as he took a swig of his soda before walking away, leaving Ricky to absorb his words.
The bell rang, and Isaiah slowly returned, his expression still uncertain as Elijah pulled him into a hug before heading back to reopen the store.
The weight of Elijah's words left Ricky deep in thought and as he was about to leave, he noticed someone leaning against a nearby post.
"Hey Henry." Ricky waved, and Henry responded with a laugh, raising his hand with a toothy smile.
"That's it? I could've sworn you were going to say something snarky at my sudden arrival like 'Why are you here?' or 'How did you find me?'" Henry laughed as he walked alongside Ricky, who simply trudged down the sidewalk in silence.
"What do you want, Henry?" Ricky asked a question, and Henry sighed, realizing he couldn't even muster the energy to humor him.
"Is it true your leaving, cause if you do I'll have a-"
"Yeah I am and you can just give up my spot." Ricky had lost interest in high school, feeling that he had far more pressing concerns on his plate.
"And here I thought our little club meant so much to you?" Henry asked, only to watch Ricky walk into a bagel shop without a word.
"Well, I guess I've hit my limit with snobby rich kids," Ricky said, waving Henry away only for the latter to remain unfazed, walking up to the counter alongside him.
"Aye Tony, everything bagel with schmear." Ricky waved at Tony, his bagel guy, who nodded and went to get his order ready.
"I too will have what he's having." Henry walked up to the counter and saw Tony generously slathering a massive amount of cream cheese on the bagels.
"Oh, can you lay back on the cream cheese?" Henry tentatively asked, causing both of them to freeze.
Tony and Ricky locked eyes, and suddenly, Tony's expression shifted into a scowl as he threw down his knife in frustration.
"The f*ck you say." Tony's demeanor turned aggressive immediately, while Ricky shook his head in disappointment.
"R-Ricky what did I do-" Henry held up his hands, looking at the disappointed Ricky to the side.
"You're disrespecting the schmear Henry, you can't disrespect the schmear in a f*cking bagel shop." Ricky laughed as if it were common knowledge, while Tony shook his head, clearly exasperated.
"Listen Slick, I respect you and all but I can't serve someone like that." Tony held up his hands in a gesture of defeat, and Ricky nodded in acknowledgment.
"Aye don't worry about, I get it, he can't come in here and say sh*t like that." Ricky nodded in agreement as Tony let out a sigh of relief, while Henry stood to the side, clearly confused by the exchange.
"I-I am so confused." Henry whispered to himself, watching bagless at the side while Ricky was being handed his bagel minutes later.
"Tony, it's beautiful." Ricky gestured to Tony at the masterpiece, who raised his hands in a gesture of refusal when Ricky tried to pay.
"No way Slick, I ain't letting you pay, you know this." Tony shook his head, showing with his words and actions that it was unacceptable for him to ask for money.
Ricky shrugged, taking a huge bite of the bagel and waving goodbye, Henry following along while still puzzled by the interaction.
"Ricky what did I-" Henry didn't understand what it was that he even did wrong, trying to ask Ricky who was hearing none of it.
"Stop, just stop." Ricky held up his hand, not wanting to hear any excuses after being embarrassed right in front of his bagel guy.
"Anyways, are you sure you're not coming back-" Henry regained his bearings, asking out for even more clarification as if Ricky would change his mind.
"Nope, tell the school I quit or don't since it doesn't matter any more." Ricky answered without much thought, taking another bite of his bagel and Henry sighed, clearly resigned to the lack of explanation.
"Are you sure you're not taking an early summer!" Henry stopped and yelled after Ricky, who continued to stroll down the street unperturbed.
"If that's what makes you sleep better at night!" Ricky yelled back as he turned the corner, leaving Henry scratching his head in confusion, leaving him alone with only one thought.
"What the hell is a schmear?"
Munching on his bagel, Ricky strolled down the bustling streets, a sharp sting of irony pricking at him.
People who had once played insignificant roles in his life now seemed to reappear, like ghosts from a forgotten past.
Each bite of the bagel felt heavy with his growing realizations and deep down, he knew he owed it to his friends and loved ones to face the consequences of his actions.
Yet with every step, the truth he dreaded became clearer: he just didn't have the guts to confront them.
His thoughts drifted to his old friend, Jake, as an uneasy feeling settled in his chest as he felt that nothing good could come from showing up at Jake's door.
Ricky had essentially convinced himself that it was better to leave without uttering a single goodbye.
It was a one-dimensional way of looking at things, but to him, it made sense.
In his mind, Jake was his friend, and that meant Jake would understand while seeing things the same way.
Jake had always been there, a steady presence through thick and thin but the burden of his own failures and betrayals now made Ricky feel unworthy of that friendship.
He couldn't bear the thought of seeing disappointment in Jake's eyes or facing the unspoken questions that would linger heavily in the silence between them.
The city seemed to close in around him, the noise of traffic and chatter amplifying his internal turmoil.
Ricky knew he was being a coward, but he couldn't muster the courage to face the reality of his actions.
He had always been a master at running away, burying his problems beneath layers of bravado and recklessness.
As he turned another corner, Ricky tried to justify his decision as maybe it was better this way.
Maybe Jake was better off without him complicating things further.
He clung to that thought, even though a part of him knew it was just an excuse to avoid the painful confrontation.
Tossing the bagel wrapper into the trash, he sighed, thinking of all the lovers he was about to leave behind, each carrying his bastards in their wombs.
It was cruel, but out of all of them, Ricky felt a pang of something only for Maria, Alina, and, for some reason, Dolly.
When it came to Dolly, Ricky figured it boiled down to the simple fact that she had been his first conquest which he determined was the real reason she held any significance.
With each step, Ricky convinced himself that abandoning them wasn't so terrible that, in fact, they might be better off without him.
In Alina's case, he felt certain that she would forgive him as long as he eventually reappeared.
He had given her everything she needed for a comfortable life, after all, as he even convinced himself that leaving abruptly wasn't his fault, it was the mafia's fault for everything, and she would surely understand that.
However, when it came to Maria, Ricky actually felt a sense of guilt as he had gotten everything he wanted from her, and now that he had it, he was leaving without a second thought.
Maria knew why he was leaving, and so did he, but just because they both understood didn't give him the right to skip saying goodbye.
But Ricky did what he always did, convincing himself with Profaci's earlier words that he would only bring trouble to Maria.
His gaze drifted towards the distant docks as he finished his bagel, the final bite a bitter reminder of the steps he hadn't had the courage to take.
As he walked aimlessly towards his departure from the city, he felt a confusing mix of shame and relief.
Shame for his cowardice, relief for his escape.
The road ahead was uncertain, brimming with potential pitfalls and challenges and for now, though, he chose to avoid it, wandering aimlessly and delaying the inevitable confrontation with his past.
"And here I thought you'd run away." Abraham joked as Ricky arrived, but instead of laughing, he simply stared at him.
*Thump*
Ricky gave him a slight push, causing Abraham to stumble backward and trip over a random box behind him and despite the clumsy mishap, he didn't spill a drop from his flask.
*Sigh*
Abraham sighed at the incident, taking a swig from his flask and meanwhile, Ricky turned his attention to Alexander, Chester, and Henry, observing them closely.
"You guys ready-"
"I'm not going, Ricky." Chester made the announcement, leaving Ricky completely stunned by the sudden news.
"Why-"
"Because someone needs to stay to make sure that old human still has that Genjutsu on him." Chester remarked, noting that unlike Ricky, he hadn't forgotten his one purpose since arriving.
"Oh." Ricky scratched his head, having completely forgotten about that.
"Will you be-"
"Yes, but will you?" Chester retorted with a question of his own, which Ricky scoffed at almost immediately.
"Then take care of Alexander, he gets lonely." Chester flapped his wings and took off into the sky, while Alexander turned to watch the crow soar away.
"Lonely? ME, THE FORMER RULER OF MACEDONIA! HA!" Alexander stomped his paw against the side of the boat.
"Lonely? ME THE FORMER RULER OF MACEDONIA! HA!"
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Alexander yelled, chasing after Henry with no success, while Ricky turned to see a figure rushing toward him.
"RICKY!"
Turning his head back, Ricky was surprised to see Chores and Barko racing after him, and they continued their pursuit until they reached the boat.
"How did you guys even-"
"Madame told us and here." Chores promptly delivered her message, causing Ricky to roll his eyes at her blunt interference in his life as he glanced down at the letter as he listened.
"Jake wanted to come, but decided to stay behind but wrote this impromptu letter." Barko narrated while Ricky opened the letter, pulling out the words scribbled onto the page.
Dear Ricky,
You suck. Seriously, I know you're an asshole but I had to hear from Madame that you were leaving today, really man? But, I should've expected something like this since you aren't really known for responsibility.
I swear, I still remember that night where you brought that booze from that fancy club you and Maria got invited to. The one where you picked up that fine red headed broad and me this busty blonde. I never told you this but when you were cuffed with nothing more than a sock covering your you know what, me, Eddy, and Rocco always used to clown you behind your back.
We were really just four guys, laughing and making memories that, at the time, felt like they would last forever. It's hard to believe that Eddy and Rocco are gone now. The thought of never seeing them again, never hearing Eddy's stupid bets or Rocco's crappy pick up lines, it's... well, it's tough, man.
And now, with you leaving, it feels like the last piece of our group is breaking away. But hey, I get it. Life moves on, and we all have our paths to follow. Just know that no matter where you end up, those memories are a part of us. They'll always be there, a reminder of better times, of friendship, and of all the crazy things we did together.
Take care of yourself out there, Ricky. And maybe, just maybe, try not to get into too much trouble. Don't worry about the clubs, I'll hold it down until you make your return in a way that only I would expect from you.
Sincerely your best and now only friend,
Jake Lankey
Ricky laughed the entire time he read the letter, recognizing that more thought might have gone into it if Jake had had more time but still, it was more than enough for him.
As he reached into his pocket for Eddy's letter, he hesitated, tucking it back away without opening it.
The boat started to pull away from the dock, its engines rumbling softly and Ricky leaned against the railing, scanning the crowd that walked along the port.
Among the throng of people, he spotted a solitary figure standing tall, Lucky.
In that moment, Ricky ignored the other stragglers and focused solely on Lucky, the man who had done so much for him.
Reflecting on his past life, Ricky remembered his father as a pitiful figure who had only ever given him childhood trauma.
But Lucky, who wasn't even his biological father in this second life, had been more of a father to Ricky than he could have ever hoped for.
As Ricky watched the man standing alone, he hesitated, torn between speaking up or simply turning away.
The distance between them grew, but then Ricky noticed a broad grin spreading across Lucky's face.
Lucky began laughing, a deep, hearty sound that carried over the noise of the boat's engines.
Ricky felt a swirl of emotions, but the sight of Lucky's joyful laughter made him smile as he couldn't help but raise his hand in return and join in the laughter.
"Ha~" Ricky shook his head with a chuckle, thinking that they both knew what was unsaid but chose to leave it at that and instead, they simply laughed together.
They both started laughing and waving, the distance growing but the connection feeling as strong as ever.
Lucky's figure gradually disappeared into the distance, but the image stayed vivid in Ricky's mind.
Ricky mused for a while before pulling out his key, unlocking the storage room, and walking out with the cross.
"It seems like you are ready for your destiny, my descendant." Percival manifested in the sky before Ricky who squinted his eyes as he looked up at him.
"Just shut up and tell me how to be the Black Knight."
Author's Note: End of Volume 1, I know it's been a little rocky and somewhat frustrating but this phase is almost over, just let me cook a bit more, little bit more.
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