章節 57: Chapter 56: Mexico

"So this is Mexico, such beautiful scenery." Barko commented, gazing out the window with an appreciative look only for Ricky to scrunch his brows.

"What the f*ck are you talking about, it's just desert?" Ricky said, confused, glancing at the others as Alexander nodded in agreement beside him.

"I concur, I thought there would be well-...more." Alexander scratched his head, usually playing devil's advocate, but he couldn't see the appeal in a barren stretch of land, while both Chores and Chester scoffed.

"It's because we're so far inland and near the border, but besides that, the scenery showcases the natural beauty of Mexico." Chores nodded from the dashboard, gesturing toward the sun, which cast a beautiful cascade of light over the mountains, while Chester nodded in agreement with his words.

"Beautifully said." Chester then gazed at the scenery he had read so much about, the sight he had traveled for in this tightly cramped car.

Appreciating the scenery of the Mexican desert is like stepping into a painting of golden sands and rugged beauty.

The landscape stretches endlessly, with waves of heat rising from the ground, creating a mirage like effect.

Towering cacti stand as silent sentinels, their arms reaching toward the azure sky.

The sun hangs high, casting its warm glow over the vast expanse, painting everything in a rich, golden hue.

The air is dry, filled with the earthy scent of desert plants, mixed with the faint aroma of spices carried on the breeze.

Pockets of vegetation are sprinkled around, not clustered in one spot but spread out just enough to enhance the beauty of the landscape.

In the distance, rugged mountains rise, their jagged peaks cutting sharp silhouettes against the sky.

As the day fades into evening, the sky is set ablaze with the colors of the setting sun, casting a warm, orange glow over the desert.

The landscape takes on a magical quality as shadows lengthen and the stars begin to twinkle overhead, wrapping the environment in a blanket of shimmering light.

"So where are we headed, Slick?" Barko interrupted Chester's appreciation, prompting Ricky to pull out a map and toss it to him.

"That Juan guy is supposedly set up in the border city of Matamoros." Ricky informed Barko as they drove along the rough road.

"He's the leader of the up-and-coming Gulf Cartel, which primarily deals in weed and cocaine that he usurped from his father." Chores pulled out his notebook while reading aloud and as he lowered it, he noticed everyone was giving him odd looks.

"What? I will not simply go into dangers half assessed, if I'm going to be a mobster then I want to be a well informed one." Chores shrugged off their gazes as he pocketed his notebook, then gave Ricky a slight, indecisive jab.

Chores hadn't been sitting idly by under Ricky's employment; instead, he had been diligently educating himself in the ways of the underworld.

Adjusting quickly to such an environment was challenging, especially since he had only worked in a circus before.

What set Chores apart from the others was his willingness to put his head down and do the necessary work without complaints.

"Alright." Ricky hadn't expected Chores to be so well informed, but he was beginning to see just how reliable he was, beyond just being a strong arm.

"In your opinion Chores, do you think they'll be able to-"

"No, I doubt they'll have 2 million worth of weed available." Chores said bluntly, considering how unrealistic it would be for a cartel to prepare such large amounts in a short time..

"Whatever, we'll see when we get there anyways so why worry about it now." Ricky irresponsibly shrugged off the thoughts as he continued driving down the dirt road.

After another two hours, they finally arrived at the city that served as the Gulf Cartel's home base.

Almost immediately, a sea of hunting rifles were aimed at their car as around thirty men surrounded them, all focusing their guns on Ricky.

"STATE YOUR BUSINESS AMERICANS!" A man shouted, and Ricky stuck his head out of the window with a laugh.

"WE ARE HERE TO BUY YOUR DRUGS ON BEHALF OF THE LUCIANO FAMILY!" Ricky shouted back in Spanish, leaving everyone, including the cartel members, shocked by his perfect accent.

"Did you know he could speak-" Barko, unaware of the translation ring on his finger, breathlessly asked Chores who sighed.

"Not a clue." Chores shook his head, dissuading any thoughts of him being associated with Ricky's reckless surprises while Barko looked back at the guns.

They all looked at each other, then put down their weapons and scratched their heads in confusion.

"STAND DOWN, I SAID STAND DOWN!" A command roared from behind them, and the crowd quickly parted to make way for a single man.

"I am Juan Nepomuceno Guerra, but you may call me Juan, and yours my friend?" Juan, a young man no older than nineteen, boisterously asked Ricky with a wide smile.

"Ricky Luciano, but everyone usually calls me Slick." Ricky introduced himself to Juan, and the cartel leader suddenly had a realization about the significance of the Italian mafia's nicknames to their operations.

"Are you perhaps Mr. Luciano's son?" Juan tentatively asked, wanting to make sure who he was speaking to before continuing.

"My pops heard that some of our people were having trouble connecting with you, so he sent me to fix our business relationship," Ricky said with a smile, spinning the most random bullsh*t he could think of as Juan and his men looked on in surprise.

"Repair?" Juan, looking confused, asked since he was well aware of the Luciano family's troubles with getting their product but didn't understand how their relationship could have created a fissure.

"It's just that my father didn't want your cartel to think we weren't interested in your product, so he sent me to ensure our continued friendship." Ricky walked up to Juan, who was slightly shorter, and looked down at him.

Ricky had grown three inches over this period and now stood at 5'11" at the age of 15, his birthday having been just two weeks prior.

"I'm very grateful that Mr. Luciano values our relationship so much." Juan said enthusiastically, though in reality, he was slightly worried.

Juan's cartel had amassed its fortune and power by smuggling whiskey through the Texas border.

It was only after a chance encounter with the Luciano family that he began supplying them with drugs.

For the past two years, the Luciano family had been his top buyer, however, with the recent lockdowns along the border, their profits had begun to dip.

"Juan, if you don't mind me asking, how old are you?" Ricky asked as he released Juan's hand as he nodded.

"Ninteen." Juan said, though he was wary, as he had been underestimated for his age.

"I'm fifteen, it's nice to talk with someone similar in age." Ricky chuckled at the sheer surprise on Juan's face, noting how Ricky was built like a tank for his age and seemed taken aback.

It was brief but Juan felt familiar with Ricky since young drug lords were rare, and Juan had struggled to find common ground with others after usurping the cartel from his father.

"Do you have a place where we could talk about business by any chance?" Ricky asked, and Juan shook himself out of his shock and nodded.

"Of course Slick, brother's let them through the gate!" Juan ordered his men, who parted to make way for the car without a driver, while the three currently in the car looked at each other.

"Why are you looking at me, does it look like I have opposable thumbs?" Barko asked, holding up his paws as Chester nodded as well, holding up his wings.

*Sigh*

"I guess I'll drive." Chores got out of the car, which shook violently as the weight shifted, and then climbed into the driver's seat.

20 minutes later,

Juan personally led Ricky into his sprawling mansion, which was nearly three times the size of his father's.

As they walked through the grand halls, Juan pointed out various luxuries that he and his family had been collecting.

Once seated on lavish furniture across from Juan, Ricky nodded appreciatively at the opulence surrounding him.

The sound of clicking heels caught his attention, and he turned to see an immensely beautiful girl approaching.

She wore a floral-patterned skirt that swayed gently with each step, its vibrant colors and intricate patterns adding a touch of whimsy to her appearance.

The skirt's soft fabric draped gracefully, accentuating her slender figure with effortless elegance.

In her hand, she carried a beverage, perhaps a glass of chilled agua fresca or a delicate cocktail, its hues catching the light and adding a subtle shimmer.

Her skin was a warm, radiant caramel, smooth and glowing with a natural, sun-kissed sheen.

It contrasted beautifully with the vivid colors of her skirt, and her gentle blush only added to her understated allure.

Her shy demeanor was accentuated by the way she occasionally glanced downward, avoiding direct eye contact.

Her long, dark hair fell in soft waves around her face, and she wore minimal makeup, letting her natural beauty shine through.

"Wife?" Ricky asked Juan who shook his head with a smile.

"Older sister." Juan smiled warmly, Ricky leaning back with a sleazy smile.

'Nice.' Ricky chuckled inside, staring at the girl who avoided his eyes as if it was the plague.

"Is that Horchata?" Ricky asked as she bent down to place the Horchata in front of Juan, his eyes fixed on her graceful movements.

"It is, would you also like one?" Juan saw Ricky shrug in compliance, gesturing to his sister who quickly nodded and went to grab him a drink.

"Here my friend, you can have mine." Juan slid the Horchata across the table, and Ricky immediately swiped it, putting his lips to the straw.

*SLURPPP*

'Holy sh*t.' Ricky looked down in surprise, noticing the Horchata was subtly spiked with rum.

The hint of alcohol was just enough to add a unique twist without overpowering the drink's flavor.

"Alright my friend, what is it that you really want from me?" Juan got down to business quickly, knowing that while his comrades might not be skeptical of Ricky's arrival, he himself had reservations.

Juan hadn't risen through the turbulent and bloody border drug trade by smuggling alone; his quick wits were his true asset.

This sharp intellect complemented the fact that his father had previously led the cartel, paving the way for Juan's bloody succession.

Had Ricky inquired about previous deals with the Gulf Cartel, he would have learned that the Luciano family never met with them face-to-face.

The Lucianos always sent a middleman, a clear sign of their lack of full respect for their cartel, a fact that didn't bother him in the least.

In truth, Juan enjoyed dealing with Americans, who consistently overpaid for his cheapest products, however, recent delays in their purchases had made him wary.

Juan was deeply concerned and vigilant about the reasons behind Ricky's visit, keeping his guard up throughout their interaction.

"Instead of the usual 200,000 worth of weed, I want 2 million worth of it." Ricky's confession was far from what Juan had expected, leaving him speechless.

*SLURRPPPPPP*

"Damn, this is good." Ricky muttered to himself, thoroughly slurping the Horchata as if he were on vacation rather than in the midst of a drug deal.

As Juan's sister was about to set the drink down in front of her brother, Ricky reached out and grabbed her hand.

*DING*

[Mission Received: Rosa Guerra]

Difficulty: Easy-Medium

Character Sheet: D

Description: Growing up with an abusive father was tough on Rosa, and her sudden transition into a very sheltered world only made things more complicated. Rather than becoming arrogant, this overprotective environment stunted her emotional growth. Her inability to form genuine relationships with others stemmed from her closed-off nature, shaped by years of being shielded from the harsh realities of life. As she navigated this sheltered existence, her inner desires began to twist and evolve into a manifestation of something entirely unexpected.

Objective: Unleash Rosa's desire and fill her to the brim with your baby batter.

Reward:

Main Mission: 35,000 IP

Impregnante Once:

Rewards: 75 Gacha Or Rosa's skills

Impregnate Twice:

Rewards: ?????????

Additional Missions:

Have Rosa show her true self(Incomplete):

Reward: Epic Skill Coupon

Use Rosa's kink to have her cums three times(Incomplete):

Reward: +4 Strength

Impregnate Rosa within the confines of Juan's home(Incomplete):

Reward: +4 Stamina

Bonus Missions:

???????????????????

'Yes.'

"I know this is sudden, but are you an angel?" Ricky asked with a cheesy grin, his voice cutting through the tension.

She froze, her eyes darting to her brother, who remained motionless, clearly taken aback by the audacity of the gesture.

"N-No-" Rosa was a bit flustered, recalling that the last time another guy had touched her, Juan had beaten the boy to a bloody pulp.

"Because this Horchata you made is divine." Ricky interrupted her with a cheesy smile, his gaze fixed on her.

He slowly swapped the Horchata intended for Juan with his empty glass, taking the drink with a nonchalant air.

Rosa registered the confusion before the joke hit her, and then she smiled and chuckled as the sound of her laughter jolted Juan back to reality.

"TWO MILLION!" Juan yelled, finally snapping out of Ricky's earlier words, his eyes seemingly bulging with the sight of dollar signs.

*SLURRRRRRRP*

"I know it's a little last minute and a tad bit unprofessional, but the Luciano family would appreciate it if you'd humor us with two million dollars worth of weed." Ricky vigorously slurped the Horchata before asking once more.

"Slick, my friend, can you give me a moment?" Juan suddenly asked, Ricky nodding and watching him bolt into a hallway before doubling back.

"ROSA, KEEP SLICK COMPANY UNTIL I GET BACK!" Juan screeched backwards, dashing around the corner leaving the two alone in the luxurious hall.

"Although he called me Slick, you can call me Ricky." Ricky stood up, setting the empty glass on the table while Rosa's eyes immediately darted towards his hand.

"Rosa." Rosa briefly introduced herself, shaking his hand while keeping her gaze fixed on the ground as Ricky had to duck his head slightly to meet her eyes.

Rosa widened her eyes, then looked to the side, trying to hide her embarrassment but Ricky smirked and repeated the gesture, his persistence causing her face to flush red.

"W-What are you doing?" Rosa asked in an anxious tone as Ricky persisted in moving his face into her line of sight.

"Seeing if you'd meet my gaze, but it seems you really don't intend to look at me," Ricky said, noting that his efforts were becoming a bit futile as he released her hand, and she immediately turned around.

"Ha!" Ricky let out an immediate laugh at her embarrassment, her ears turning red as he noticed.

Meanwhile, his eyes trailed down to her backside, relishing in those delicate yet protruding curves that made men rabid.

"..." Rosa remained quiet, covering her face in embarrassment, while Ricky rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

'Wow that system description is really spot on but what did it mean by eccentric tastes?' Ricky, amused, reflected that while he usually skimmed mission descriptions and rarely connected them to the woman involved, that perspective was slowly changing.

"Has anyone ever told you how much of a chatterbox you are?" Ricky joked, trying to spice up the awkward atmosphere.

"No~" Rosa said, her voice tinged with a hint of whine, which made Ricky burst into a hysterical laugh.

'How adorable.' Ricky thought, taking a step closer to position himself behind her.

"Rosa." Ricky whispered in her ear, causing her to shiver before she flinched, suddenly running in the direction her brother had gone.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Ricky began laughing at the sight of her scurrying away like a frightened mouse, all while she covered her reddened face.

"Now, what am I going to do?" Ricky frowned as he scanned the room until his eyes landed on a mini bar tucked away in the corner as his frown gradually transformed into a malicious smile.

"It's five o'clock somewhere."

While Ricky was reveling in the unattended bar, Juan rushed to the warehouse with utmost urgency.

Rival cartels and small gangs had been steadily eroding his funds, and despite taking over the small border town, their profits were slipping.

Upon arriving, Juan immediately seized their inadequate inventory catalog, starting to do the math in his head.

'Dammit.'

Eventually, Juan returned to the exact spot only to find no one in sight, his confusion mounting.

His thoughts began to spiral, and anxiety crept in as he searched for his sister along with Ricky.

Finally, he spotted Ricky off to the side, downing an expensive bottle of tequila behind the mini bar.

"Whoa, this some good sh*t!" Ricky displayed a boisterous attitude, causing Juan to let out a relieved sigh, realizing he had been overthinking the situation.

"Slick if I may inquire-"

"Your sister left ten minutes ago after we introduced herself." Ricky could sense what Juan was about to ask as he began slicing more limes.

*Sigh*

"I apologize on her behalf; she's just a shy girl." Juan said with a wry smile as he walked over and sat in front of Ricky, not at all offended by Ricky helping himself to his expensive liquor.

Ricky then began pouring tequila and grapefruit soda into a mixer, squeezing in some lime juice and topping it off with a pinch of salt.

It might be a problem later, but Tequila really brought out Ricky's wild side which some would refer to as crazy though no one would know until it was too late.

"So, I'm guessing you're a little short." Ricky could tell from the look on Juan's face as he shook the mixer.

"Only a little-"

"Then how much do you have for me?" Ricky asked, pouring the drink into two glasses and setting one in front of Juan.

"From the books, only around 1.4 mil worth." Juan gulped, grabbing the drink as Ricky nodded, a little disappointed but still downing the glass in one sitting.

"I won't lie, I knew coming in that you wouldn't have it but I'm still a little disappointed-"

"I can get you the rest!" Juan suddenly interrupted Ricky who was about to down the rest of the bottle instead of making another drink, raising an eyebrow before he could backwash the tequila.

"When." Ricky asked, glancing back at the tequila, which was as smooth as silk.

"Four-no, three days. Give me three days and I'll get you the rest." Juan eagerly suggested, and Ricky raised an eyebrow before shrugging.

As Ricky walked away, Juan's nerves spiked when he saw him turn the corner and pull out his inventory key.

Suddenly, bags were tossed in his direction from the side, causing Juan to flinch in surprise.

Seeing the duffel bags filled to the brim with the green that the Founding Fathers themselves had created, Juan's curiosity was piqued.

But when he turned the corner, all he saw was Ricky walking away, finishing his drink.

Speechless and confused, Juan scratched his head, unable to figure out how Ricky had gotten those bags.

"Are you-"

"Devilishly handsome?" Ricky, feeling a bit tipsy, swiped the bottle from the counter and asked, his voice slightly slurred.

"Yes, yes I am."

Later that night at the Mexico City Continental,

At the bar, a gorgeous woman known only to a select few as Raven sipped her gin on the rocks, her eyes fixed on the map spread before her.

Several X marks littered the parchment, each representing a potential destination.

As she absentmindedly twirled a pen between her fingers, Raven pondered her next move, deciding where she might head next since she was free for a while.

"Mrs. Darkholme, the information you paid for has been acquired." The bartender appeared, making Raven raise a smile.

"Is that so?" Raven raised a smile, halting the twirl of the pen and placing it on the map.

"What little goodie bag has dropped on my lap?"

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章節 58: Chapter 57: A Masquerading Woman

3 days later,

A large truck rumbled down the road, the driver glancing at the time with great haste, gnawing on his lip with an anxious twitch..

It was imperative that he make it to the designated point in time; failure meant ending up dead in a random ditch somewhere in the desert.

The driver was tasked with transporting Ricky's precious cargo, and Juan, Ricky's unforgiving supplier, had made it clear that any delay would be met with harsh consequences.

Even a minute late, and punishment was inevitable with the driver looking down at his cut off pinkie before shivering.

Sweat slicked the driver's palms as his gaze flickered nervously between the road ahead and the ticking clock.

Suddenly, his attention snapped back to the road as a figure loomed in the center of his headlights.

Before his mind could process what he was seeing, his right foot slammed on the brake.

The tires screeched violently against the asphalt, the sound echoing in the night.

As the figure grew closer, the driver squeezed his eyes shut, bracing for impact, but the figure remained unnervingly calm, untouched by the chaos bearing down upon them.

The car screeched to a halt, the blinding headlights cutting through the darkness to reveal a stunning woman standing in the middle of the road.

She extended a single finger toward the oncoming truck, and, impossibly, the vehicle responded.

It decelerated right where her finger rested, finally coming to a complete stop just as her finger lightly touched the truck's front.

The woman leisurely traced her finger along the side of the truck, her movements deliberate and confident as she strutted toward the driver's door.

The driver, trembling, slowly opened his eyes, his breath catching at the sight before him.

The woman was stunning, her beauty so surreal that it seemed to defy all reason, leaving him in awe and disbelief.

"Hey handsome, do you think you could help me?" The woman winked, and the driver practically melted in his seat, reduced to jelly by that simple, seductive gesture.

Her hand moved with a slow, deliberate grace toward the handle of the car door, each motion seeming to draw him further under her spell.

"I-I-I-I, y-y-y-yes." The man stuttered, his words fumbling over each other as his eyes remained completely entranced by her presence.

He was so captivated that he didn't even notice when she pulled open the car door, her every move drawing him deeper into a daze.

*Gulp*

"Do you need a rid-ah!" The man tried to speak, summoning what little courage he had, but before he could utter a word, the woman seized his collar with surprising strength.

In one swift motion, she yanked him from the car and hurled him onto the road, leaving him stunned and sprawled on the pavement before her looming figure.

"I do, but unfortunately, I don't need a driver." The woman's voice was cold yet commanding, her words dripping with menace despite the warmth of her smile.

As the man lay dazed on the road, the woman's eyes flashed a brilliant yellow, glowing with an otherworldly intensity that sent a shiver of fear crawling up his spine.

Before he could react, she pulled out a small pistol, the cold metal glinting ominously in the dim light, jolting his mind back to reality.

*Click*

"W-WAIT-"

*BANG*

Raven was ruthless as she pulled the trigger, the bullet rocketing from her pistol and tearing through his forehead, leaving a small, gaping hole.

Blood trickled from the wound as Raven's body abruptly shifted, morphing into his appearance before she stepped into the car and resumed his life.

Meanwhile at Juan's compound,

"BUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

A loud, roaring laughter echoed as the Gulf Cartel surrounded a poker table with Ricky, Juan, Chores, and two other men.

The two additional figures were the current municipal president, Roberto F. García, and Juan's right-hand man, Manuel Esteves.

"Slick, you must tell another one!" A drunken Roberto roared towards Ricky, nodding his head as he peeked at his cards before clearing his throat.

"Alright, alright." Ricky maneuvered his hands to quiet the roaring laughter, and the room gradually fell silent in anticipation.

Meanwhile, Chores, Alexander, Barko, and Chester stood out of place to the side, still slightly perplexed by Ricky's fluent Spanish.

After stashing the $1.4 million worth of weed in his storage, courtesy of Chores, he found himself with nothing left to do.

In fact, using this method brought consequences as Ricky's ability to make money suddenly appear and then disappear left some of the cartel members feeling uneasy.

Rumors began to spread that Ricky was a devil, possibly a mutant which created a clear tension at first.

However, after he showed them a cross from the Vatican, any fear they had accumulated was swiftly washed away.

In fact, Ricky was surprised to discover just how religious Juan and the other members were almost, or even more devout, then Italians.

The rumors dwindled upon witnessing his affiliation with the church, yet Juan made it clear that neither he nor the cross he bore commanded respect but despite even this, the rumors persisted.

During this time, Ricky wasn't idle; he devoted himself wholeheartedly to drinking and trying to get closer to Rosa.

Initially, he made a concerted effort to cozy up to her, but after realizing how blatantly she avoided him, he eased off and began to enjoy his vacation.

His actions were subtle at first, but after joining the other Gulf Cartel members for drinks, he quickly fell into his usual pattern when drunk with others: he became fast friends with them.

Chores, Alexander, Barko, and Chester felt like fish out of water, as none of them understood Spanish and they had no special ring to translate for them.

So, they mostly talked among themselves, communicating in a mix of summon-to-summon and human-to-dog interactions.

However, Chores and Barko began to realize, due to this sudden isolation, just how sentient Alexander and Chester truly were.

Both Chester and Alexander had been passing the time playing Go Fish, and eventually, Chores and Barko couldn't handle the boredom any longer and decided to join in.

Surprisingly, they managed to find a way to communicate with each other, allowing them all to join in on the game.

Chester quickly began dominating, destroying Chores and Barko, while Alexander consistently ended up in last place.

As three days passed, Juan organized a lavish banquet in honor of their new big-ticket buyer, Ricky.

The entire Gulf Cartel was in attendance, along with the municipal president and as the night progressed, the event culminated in a poker game.

Ricky seized the opportunity to maximize his winnings, and by the end of the night, he had racked up around $75,000 from Juan, Manuel, and Roberto.

Despite the cartel switching the cards after he won seven times in a row, Ricky continued to win without even needing to use his own cards.

The method was quite simple, Ricky started telling jokes and, once he had everyone's attention, Alexander and Chester would discreetly scope out the competitors' cards.

They agreed to help him only after he promised them snacks and warmed up to the gentle giant that was Chores.

However, Chester flatly refused to reveal Chores cards to Ricky, as his good-natured honesty conflicted with the scheme, leaving Ricky slightly peeved and down $12,000 as a result.

Ricky practically had to beg Alexander to help him in return that he fights in mighty battles to gain vast honor and glory, it was a weird request needless to say but Ricky still accepted with the slight downside that Alexander wouldn't tell him Chores cards as well.

"An army general suspects that his platoon of one hundred men are all banging his wife. One night, he decides to see if his suspicions are true. While his wife is sleeping, he gets up and inserts an anti-cheat device into his wife's pussy. It's shaped like a tiny razor blade that leaves small cuts.

The next day, the general gathers all one hundred men. One by one, he asks them to pull down their pants and checks for cuts on their privates.

He orders those with cuts to be shot on the spot. He continues down the line and is astonished to find that each and every soldier has a cut. He can't believe it, every single one of them has had sex with his wife. That is, until he reaches the 100th soldier.

This truthful soldier has no cuts on his dick. The general, proud of the soldier, says, 'Thank you, soldier, for being faithful and honoring the cause.'

The soldier replies, 'Shank you thor dish means sho much cho me, I'm absholutle honored.'" Ricky slurred the last part of the joke, and after a moment of dead silence, a tidal wave of laughter rolls into the room as the majority get the punchline.

"What do you got?" Ricky whispers to Alexander, who crawls up to his shoulder.

"The man known as Maneul has what you call pocket aces." Alexander informed Ricky, who inhaled a deep breath of cold air.

'Oof, f*ck that.' Ricky thought about how he didn't want to lose any more money, even though it was a small fraction of his total winnings.

Over the past three days, Ricky had netted two hundred thousand dollars, excluding today's winnings, all thanks to Juan's compulsive gambling.

"I don't get it." Manuel leaned over to Juan, who was dying of laughter, and whispered to him.

"The soldier ate her out, Manuel." Juan cackled as he finished, and Manuel's face gradually showed a look of realization.

"Oooooooooooooooooo." Maneul nodded, the others bursting out into laughter at their friends' naivety.

"Okay, okay, everyone calm down so I can finally win!" Juan waved his hands, signaling for the surrounding members to stop laughing.

Everyone placed their initial bets, and as Ricky's greed began to fully manifest, he decided to lose a little to maintain his reliability.

A 2, 8, and a jack of spades were revealed and Ricky immediately tossed his face cards to the center, signaling that he was folding.

"Bad hand, Slick?" Juan joked as he raised the pot by a thousand, and everyone accepted the increase.

"I just wanted to let you win for once." Ricky smirked as laughter echoed around the room and he began to light up a blunt.

Juan scoffed but remained a good sport about it as the next card was revealed to be a nine, causing his eyes to twinkle.

"fifteen thousand." Juan smirked as he raised the pot by a staggering amount, and everyone present understood that he must have a strong hand.

"Ugh." Roberto grunted and folded, while Chores and Manuel remained firm in their stance.

"Call." Maneul and Chores, both called Juan, didn't hide his smile as he started playing with his chips.

The last card was flipped, revealing a five of hearts but Juan, however, seemed indifferent to it as he pushed more chips into the center.

"Raise twenty five thousand." Juan smirked, making Ricky let out a whistle though instead of backing down, Chores and Manual both called.

"Let's see those cards, boys!" Ricky said as Juan stood up with a puffed-out chest and threw down his cards first.

"Pair of nine and eights!" Juan boasted as if victory were already assured, and Ricky raised an eyebrow.

"That man is really bad at poker." Chester commented from the side, shaking his head as he already knew the poor man's fate.

"Pocket ace's" Manuel slapped down his cards, and Juan's expression froze as he watched his bank account drain thirty-five thousand in real time.

"Wait." Chores said to Manuel, who was about to reach for the chips, as he looked over to Ricky for a translation.

"He said to wait, which means you lost." Ricky took a big puff of his rolled-up blunt, laughing as his assumption proved correct as all eyes turned to Chores' cards.

"Three of a kind." Chores set down his pair of jacks, causing everyone's eyes to widen.

Before Manuel could refute, he saw Chores stand up, his massive hands reaching into the center to grab the chips.

"Manuel, I don't want to be that guy, but if you try to intimidate Chores, you'll end up with your face beaten into roadkill." Ricky said, pointing his blunt at Manuel as the latter now fully aware of the situation, realized the truth of Ricky's words.

"I want to buy in again." Juan, surprisingly not angry but determined to recover his losses, slapped fifty thousand into the center.

A true gambler at heart.

"Juan, are you sure that's a good idea-"

"I know I'll win big, I just got to keep playing." Juan stopped Manuel as Ricky began laughing at his gambling addiction.

"That's the spirit cause 99% of people quit before they win big." Ricky joked, seeing a reflection of his former self in Juan before he acquired the numerous skills to cheat his way to victory.

"YOU GET IT!" Juan pointed and let out a boisterous laugh, his addiction clearly solidified and just then, a random grunt emerged from the crowd.

"NOW LET'S START THE NEXT ROUND-" Juan boisterously roared, only for the man to whisper something in his ear, causing him to freeze.

Though his frozen demeanor was brief, a large smile slowly spread across his face before he turned to look at Ricky.

*CLAP*

"Slick, it's here." Juan laughed as Ricky glanced over at Chores, who was gathering his chips and quickly understood.

"Lead the way."

Ricky was led to the last truck with an amused expression, finding it somewhat amusing how much of a big deal Juan was making out of this simple delivery.

However, Ricky was slowly starting to understand why Juan wanted to make a good impression.

He had begun to grasp the importance of connections in this line of business, which made Juan's efforts seem more reasonable.

"Boss." Raven hopped out of the truck, saluting Juan as he laughed heartily and gave her a friendly tap on the shoulder.

"Here my friend, for your troubles." Juan slipped fifty dollars into her front pocket before turning toward Ricky.

"So Slick, did I deliver or what!" Juan laughed in excitement as Ricky looked towards Chores and Barko.

Barko hopped onto the back before he started doing the math on each and every bag along with the value corresponding to it.

"It's all here, Slick!" Barko hopped onto the back of the truck and began calculating the value of each bag, meticulously tallying the corresponding amounts.

Raven widened her eyes at this as Juan chuckled, patting her shoulder while Ricky began tossing the remaining $600,000 into his space after closing the curtains.

It was sloppy to make these goods disappear, but it was already unusual that he had managed to make them disappear in the first place.

That's why Ricky decided to let their minds fill in the blanks rather than reveal the key to his storage space.

"Don't worry my friend, he's not a warlock but a man of the vatican." Juan mistook Raven's reaction as anxious, opening the curtain to reveal that the goods were completely gone.

"I apologize for my reaction, boss." Raven spoke, her eyes flashing yellow as she glanced to the side.

Raven saw Chores dusting off his overly large hands after carrying the bags full of weed and walking with Barko, who was happily yapping about something.

'Are they mutants?' Raven thought, keeping her cool, as Ricky walked out with the last bag.

"And this is the last of it Juan." Ricky tossed the bag, and Juan, with a look of contempt, caught it in his embrace.

"Now, the most important part." Ricky spoke seriously, causing both Juan and Raven to freeze at his intense demeanor.

"LET'S F*CKING GET SHWASTED!" Ricky pulled out one of Juan's tequila bottles, and everyone began cheering, except for one person.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, I LOVE THIS GRINGO!" Juan laughed, pulling Ricky closer as he began chugging the bottle and pumping his fist in celebration.

*SIGH*

"Oh boy." Barko commented while Chores pinched the bridge of his nose, and Chester perched himself on Chores' shoulder while looking at Alexander with a deep sigh.

"YES YOUNG RICKY, LET US TOAST TO THE GODS AND BECOME INFATUATED WITH THE DRUNKEN TASTE OF FREEDOM!" Alexander roared in excitement, encouraging this behavior before Ricky let go.

"LET'S MAKE SOME MISTAKES!"

As Ricky started the party, Raven and a few other grunts were tasked with storing the bags filled with money in the vault beneath Juan's compound.

"Tsk, why do we always get stuck with these boring tasks." A grunt huffed as the other's nodded along.

"What is the whole deal with that gringo anyways?" Raven asked as the grunt sighed while shaking his head.

"That is the man known as 'Slick' who is from the Luciano family." The grunt informed Raven unknowingly, nodding since she vaguely knew of the mafia's up north.

"I heard he has the devil's powers." A grunt chimed in as Raven's head jerked over to his right.

Mutants were called various names in different regions of the world however in Mexico they were called devils as there was a folk tale that they were all satan's spawns which sprouted into the america's, primarily down south.

"And no one has burned him at the stake?" Raven asked, since only a year earlier she was almost burned alive for being a supposed devil's spawn.

"We cannot burn someone from the church at the stake; that would be sacrilegious." The grunt said as Raven tilted her head in confusion.

"Oh, I forgot Luis, you weren't here when that man showed his cross." The grunt yawned, informing Raven which only made her flinch.

"He was saying that his powers weren't a gift by the devil, but in fact a blessing from God and the cross simply shows his words." One chimed in.

"I and some others argued but the gringo checked out, he really has a cross from the vatican." The grunt shrugged since although it was weird, their local priest checked the cross before verifying it was in fact the real deal.

Raven opened her mouth in shock but slowly closed it as she continued walking with the bags of money as she stopped in front of the vault.

Her eyes scanned around to see only four people gathering around the vault before she went to place the bag of money in the vault though right before she could carry out the plan, a nagging feeling persisted.

Mutants in this day and age were rarer compared to their future counterparts in the diaries she read.

When they did appear, Raven often found that they were hidden away in the deepest depths of society.

Discrimination and fear were commonplace for herself and her kind yet these simpletons were describing Ricky as if he was one of them, even though she was 99% sure he was a mutant.

Raven, in her entire life, had never felt she could fit in with regular people, even when adopting another identity.

Yet, Ricky had managed not only to seamlessly integrate with the average person but also to barely hide his powers, as if he didn't care whether they were revealed.

'I need to meet him.' Raven's eyes were firm as she threw the bag on the ground, resolved to stay until she discovered whether Ricky was truly a mutant or just pretending.

Raven had glimpsed some semblance of Ricky's storage key before he made it disappear.

While she had encountered many magical artifacts in her time and wasn't easily shocked, she wanted to be completely sure.

"Luis, where are you going, we-"

"I need to take a sh*t." Raven strutted around the corner before her appearance changed as the other four looked at each other but shrugged, letting the man do his business.

Raven trekked through the halls before walking to the second story, gazing over the railing that highlighted the interior of the courtyard as the party took place down below.

"Slick, I think you should slow down-"

"SLOWING DOWN IS FOR THE WEAK!" Ricky roared out as he took a puff from his blunt, chasing it with another swig of tequila.

Raven rolled her eyes, her fingers gliding along the railing as she watched him down shot after shot.

Looking around the second floor, she noticed a few people lingering, but her attention quickly settled on a particular girl who was staring at Ricky with intense desire.

Raven slowly made her way to the tucked-away corner, where the girl, oblivious to Raven's presence, was revealed to be Rosa.

Rosa was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't even realize Raven was nearby.

"Love struck blues?" Raven asked as Rosa flinched, her eyes immediately darting to Raven's figure which had transformed into a beautiful woman.

"N-No I-I-"

"Oh come on honey, I'm not naive enough to not see the butterflies in your eyes when you gaze at that gringo down there." Raven snaked her way closer, her curiosity piqued by how strangely familiar Rosa seemed.

"I can't-"

"Why not?" Raven pressed onto Rosa's fragile being, moving closer as Rosa started backing up.

"B-Because Juan will get angry." Rosa whispered something under her breath, prompting Raven to raise an eyebrow.

She glanced over to the courtyard and caught sight of Juan dancing with a bucket over his head.

"I'm Camilia by the way." Raven extended her hand, and though Rosa avoided eye contact, she still reached out and shook it.

"Rosa." Rosa spoke shyly, confirming Raven's suspicions, though she still wanted to gauge her a little further.

"So Rosa, would you mind telling me why the sister of the leader of the Gulf Cartel is shyly waiting here instead of mingling with Slick over there?" Raven curiously asked while observing her surroundings.

"W-What do you-"

"Oh come on Rosa, you're obviously into that Ricky or Slick or whatever his name is." Raven waved her hand as she didn't understand the whole nickname dynamic.

"I-I shouldn't get close, he might get in trouble." Rosa shook her head, nervously twirling her hair between her fingers as Raven's eyes gleamed, studying her intently.

"Come here, darling." Raven grabbed Rosa and led the anxious girl into a nearby bathroom as the guards, who were supposed to be watching her, began to move in.

"Wait, Camilia-"

"Do you see that girl there?" Raven pointed, and Rosa followed her gaze, seeing her own reflection in the bathroom mirror.

"Yes?" Rosa affirmed as Raven placed her hands on Rosa's shoulders, the girl seemed to ask a silent question with her wide, uncertain eyes.

"That girl is Rosa Gurreia, the cherished sister of Juan Gurria." Raven smiled, which only seemed to deepen Rosa's confusion.

"T-That is true but-"

"But that same girl has a problem." Raven shook her head with a sad expression, which only heightened Rosa's anxiety and made her increasingly paranoid.

"W-What's wrong?" Rosa asked, her voice trembling, as Raven slid to her side.

"She doesn't have a backbone." Raven sighed, causing Rosa to fall silent, caught off guard by the directness and warmth of her approach.

"I have-"

"Shut up, Rosa." Raven interrupted her in a demanding tone as Rosa looked down.

"Y-Yes." Rosa spoke, but her words faltered as her eyes widened, gazing up at the woman she had become.

"Your childhood must've been rough, right dear?" Raven asked, her gaze steady, as Rosa's eyes seemed to reflect the harsh streets where she and her brother struggled daily for food, enduring their father's neglectful parenting tactics.

"You only had your brother to lean on, and while that was the greatest gift you could have received, it was also a curse." Raven said, pulling Rosa into her embrace and hugging her gently.

"But just because he guided you through your childhood doesn't mean you should give up and follow whatever he says." Raven continued as she released Rosa, who started to tear up, and gently caressed her cheek.

"Follow your heart and if that leads you to that alcoholic, then go for it." Raven smiled as Rosa nodded, then slowly slid behind her.

*Sniff*

"Thank you Camilia, I'll do it. I'll go talk to him-"

"Tomorrow, since I need to borrow your identity today." Raven swiftly locked Rosa into a full nelson, cutting off her air supply.

"KERUK!" Rosa's eyes widened in horror as she saw the girl she knew as Camila slowly transform into her own reflection.

In the next moment, Rosa's body went limp, and Raven swiftly caught her, dragging her unconscious form into the stall.

*Knock*

"Rosa are you-"

"I-I-I'm fine." Raven used Rosa's voice to stutter shyly, causing the men outside the door to exchange puzzled glances and shrug.

After a few moments, the door creaked open, and Raven timidly ducked her head, twirling her hair between her fingers as the two guards, rubbing their necks, looked at each other in confusion.

"Rosa, we didn't mean to-"

"N-No, it's ok." Raven acted out perfectly, making her voice grow weaker with every word spoken.

"Excuse me." Raven ducked her head and scurried away, leaving the two guards to sigh in relief.

"Dammit Pablo, you know how she is with conversations." The guard said, while Pablo rubbed his forehead in frustration.

"Whatever, as long she's safe." Pablo shrugged, walking after her to resume their guard as Raven walked down to the first floor.

"Hold up, I need to take a piss." Ricky suddenly handed a half-empty bottle of tequila to Chores, who scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

"Why is it sticky?" Chores asked Ricky, who instead of answering, started laughing as Chores' scrunched expression started to grow horrified by the second.

"SLICK, WHY IS THE BOTTLE STICKY!"

Ricky laughed as he stumbled toward a couple of bushes, unzipped his pants, and relieved himself, letting the pent-up liquor flow out.

*PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

"Ah~" Ricky let out a relieved breath, savoring the moment, until he scrunched his brow and turned his gaze toward Rosa's direction.

'He felt my presence?' Raven gave Ricky full marks for his instinct, noting that not even an animal could have heard her footsteps.

"Rosa, you do know I have my cock out right now?" Ricky joked in a weirdly forward and flirty manner, making direct eye contact with Raven.

She ducked her gaze, but not before sneaking a quick glance at his member, a little surprised while forcing down a mischievous smirk.

'A+' Raven thought to herself as she timidly grabbed the ends of her skirt, remaining silent until Ricky finished pissing.

"Hello?" Ricky asked while slowly wobbling over to her, only for Raven to take three steps back.

"I-I heard you have the devil's powers, is that true?" Raven asked, prompting Ricky to raise an eyebrow before shrugging.

"I don't really call it that-"

"But it is, it is the devil's powers and-"

"You don't believe the words you said." Ricky interrupted Raven's own interrupting question as his lie detection kicked in, causing Raven to bite her lip in response.

"Please tell me." Raven tried to meet Ricky's gaze but quickly shifted her eyes back down.

"Yeah, I'm a mutant, is that a turn off for you or something?" Ricky asked only for Raven to reply with a fake blush.

"Guess not." Ricky flashed a smile, deciding to show off as he used his powers to create steps out of thin air, starting to walk up them as Raven watched in shock.

"Cool, right?" Ricky laughed out, spreading his arms as Raven's gaze trailed up tohim seemingly standing in the air.

'So, he is a mutant.' Raven thought before clasping her hands together.

"I heard-.....I heard their really mean to the people with devil's powers-"

"Eh, who cares." Ricky shrugged without letting her finish, Raven ducking her head to hide the twitch in her eyebrow.

Hopping off the psychic structure, Ricky stood in front of Raven once more as he sought to lift her chin with his hand only for Raven to take another step back.

"Why don't you care?" Raven asked, deciding to quench her curiosity even further which made Ricky sigh while scratching his head.

"Cause why should I care about what people beneath me say?" Ricky honestly spoke since after coming to this world and gaining powers, his usual sheepishness had disappeared as he more or less acted however he wanted to.

In his past life, it wasn't unusual to get one-sidedly beaten up by his loan sharks after they pointed a gun at him, but after gaining powers Ricky shed that part of him and became who he was always meant to be.

A total narcissistic, self entitled, asshole, and he made sure to let everyone know about it.

'Huh?' Raven was baffled at Ricky's straight forward response.

"But don't they try to kill your kind-"

"Look, people are always going to kill people and the same goes for mutants or whatever the f*ck you call them." Ricky honestly didn't want to get into this topic as he'd rather get into Rosa's pants.

"And yeah, although I haven't met any wacko's who want to kill me for being a mutant I'd rather not worry about it." Ricky shrugged and continued to close the distance between himself and Raven, who kept backing away.

"Because why worry about a future that you don't know what will happen-"

"What if you did." Raven spoke dryly, irritated by how effortlessly Ricky embodied everything she wasn't, causing her facade to slip slightly.

Ricky's movements halted as he realized she wasn't lying or asking a question; she was implying she knew the truth.

"Rosa what are-"

"What if you knew the future?" Raven asked seriously as Ricky raised an eyebrow while showing a confused look.

"Isn't that like-...….impossible?" Ricky scratched his head since in every movie he's ever heard, the main thing that came with all that bullsh*t was how the future wasn't set in stone.

"What?" Raven chuckled instantly at his half assed response before immediately covering her mouth since it was out of character for Rosa.

"It's just-ugh, this is hard to explain.'' Ricky rubbed his head, trying to find the right words to say, while Raven couldn't help but smile at the sight of him.

"Ok, say in one instance you live out your whole life, alright?" Ricky suddenly said as he started to go off the butterfly effect movie starring Ashten cuctochor or whatever his name is, Ricky couldn't remember anymore.

"Then for some reason your past self learns the entirety of his future life from a young age." Ricky spoke, still struggling to find the right words, but Raven understood more or less what he was trying to convey.

"Ok and?" Raven asked, since she also didn't really understand what he was going with this sentence but understood the current scenario.

"Well, unless that younger self acts exactly like his future self then the future wouldn't change, but that's impossible since his other self didn't know the future unlike his younger self." Ricky tried to explain, but he was honestly too wasted to really formulate it right and that showed as Raven looked immensely confused, before her eyes suddenly widened.

"And let's say the younger self remembers that in one year that he's gonna lose 10k on a bet, would he bet on that same person again cause I wouldn't-"

"What if the future predictions weren't specific but instead a vague premonition of future events?" Raven suddenly asked a question, while Ricky rubbed his head, his drunken mind clearly running on fumes at this point.

"That's just complicated cause like, what if interfering and trying stop the future causes it however I'd say if one future thingy comes out false then-"

"It will immediately invalidate the others and cause questions for the other predictions." Raven urgently started thinking about her whole reasoning for doing all the events that had occurred till now.

'Have I been relying too much on Irene's visions.' Raven thought to herself as she sat down on a nearby bench, while Ricky clutched his stomach.

'I need talk with Irene about these diaries once more since this man makes some good points-'

"BLERGH!" Ricky vomited in a nearby bush as he hadn't paced himself at all while Raven's expression became plain.

"What was your name again?" Raven asked since she had really come to like Ricky's rough edges as she thought of it as charming, but also incredibly stupid and annoying.

"You felt that connection too? Well I guess I can tell you the name of your future husband." Ricky gave a charming response that made Raven chuckle, realizing how unusual it was for her to act out of character from the persona she had taken on.

"Oh yeah? Then who is it?" Raven asked as Ricky leaned on the wall and gestured to himself.

"The one and only Ricky Luciano baby, the only man that will make you-BLERGH!" Ricky said only for him to continue vomiting again as Raven started laughing hysterically at him.

"Well, until we meet again Slick-"

"Call me Ricky and where are you going-BLERGH!" Ricky started vomiting again as his stomach was a mess as Raven started laughing as her hips swayed while walking away.

"Then, till we meet again, Ricky." Raven side-eyed Ricky as her eyes flashed yellow.

"Wait-"

*THUMP*

Ricky couldn't even chase after her to continue putting on the moves as he stumbled before passing out due to the continuous mix of weed and liquor.

'I wonder when the last time I've laughed like that.' Raven wiped her eyes with a smile as she turned the corner, shifting into the appearance of Luis.

'Now it's time for mommy too get some more spending money~'

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