章節 136: Chapter 131: Cementing & Solidifying
Later that night,
"WHAT HAVE WE DONE!" Stefano threw a paper on top of a table that surrounded the other mob bosses.
"SLICK AIN'T JUST A MUTANT OR A MAN OF GOD, HE'S THE F*CKING BLACK KNIGHT!" Stefano exclaimed, grabbing his head in disbelief as every mob boss in the room clenched their trembling hands, the weight of the revelation hitting them like a tidal wave.
All except Joe, who leaned back with a knowing smile, seemingly unfazed by the chaos unraveling around him.
It wasn't that Joe wasn't surprised, no, the revelation had completely caught him off guard.
But while the others shuffled uneasily, their shock palpable, Joe simply stared at the ceiling in amazement, letting the moment wash over him with an almost serene curiosity.
"What we've done is heresy. In fact, we're the ones who went against God." Vinny's head collapsed into his hands, the weight of the realization crushing him.
He knew now, they couldn't push Ricky out of New York, nor could they stop him from coming back.
"Listen, I say we cut our losses and broker peace with Lucky-"
"HA!" Carlo burst out laughing at the sheer irony, shaking his head at the thought.
"The one right below Ricky, who probably wants to kill us all the most, has to be Lucky." Carlo sneered, adjusting his tie and slumping down in his seat.
"Lucky will never accept, he is gonna drive us all out-" Carlo didn't hold back, telling it how it was but it only made the bosses panic more.
"THEN WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO, STEW HERE WHILE HE GEARS UP TO KILL US ALL?" Tommy's voice cracked with desperation as he yelled at Carlo, his fists clenched.
He opened his mouth to retort, but the words faltered, catching in his throat and for once, even Carlo was at a loss.
"Everyone needs to calm down-" Joe's voice cut through the chaos, steady and measured, as his calculating gaze swept across the room.
He saw it, the perfect opportunity to take control, to wrap everything in his hands and shape it to his liking.
Fear, after all, was the most malleable force.
It could mold nations, forge civilizations, and right now, Joe was poised to reshape this meeting into something that suited him.
But even fear, for all its flexibility, could become overwhelming.
When it stacked too high, too fast, it didn't just bend, it crushed all those beneath it.
And in this room, the weight of it was suffocating, pressing down on everyone as tension rose higher and higher before another layer pressed onto them.
BAM
"NITTI'S DEAD!"
The door burst open, and one of Stefano's underlings stumbled in, his face pale and drenched in sweat as his voice cracked with urgency, and the words hung in the air.
The room froze as every boss went rigid, their expressions draining of color as though the very life had been sucked out of them.
Fear rippled through the air, tightening its grip on each one of them.
As the weight of uncertainty piled onto their subconscious, it began to stew, seeping into the corners of their minds and forcing each man to confront the stark reality before them.
One by one, they gulped down the bitter truth, their faces betraying the storm of thoughts swirling within.
For some, the strain was manageable, a heavy burden but not an insurmountable one.
Yet for others, the pressure crept relentlessly, gnawing at their resolve and sometimes, all it took was one crack, a single fracture in their composure, for the entire formation to give out.
"T-That's it, I'm going back to my territory and fortifying it!" Stefano blurted, his anxious manner bursting forth as he rushed out of the room.
The scene triggered a domino effect as one by one, the bosses and underbosses, men who were once feared and commanded respect, began to follow suit, their anxiety palpable as they hurried to secure their territories from the inevitable.
Yet amidst the chaos and retreat, two remained, unmoved by the storm that had swept through the room.
"So Profaci, I guess it is just us now so I was thinking-"
"It's over, Joe." Profaci slowly stood up, buttoning the end of his suit as Joe immediately launched to his feet.
"You don't know what you're talking about." Joe's voice was grave, his eyes unsightly while staring daggers at Profaci.
"Look around. Look at what just happened, the mob bosses, men feared in every corner of this city, scrambling like cowards, afraid their own asses might hit them on the way out the door." Profaci's voice dripped with disdain as he rubbed his pinky ring, the motion deliberate, his eyes briefly flicking toward the door as he let his hand drop and fixed his gaze on Joe, his expression sharp and calculating.
"And all because of what Slick did to Nitti." Profaci raised his gaze, knowing that their hands were both stained from that attempted matter.
"You don't know that Slick-"
"It's over, Joe. I know he knows." Profaci shook his head, his tone heavy with finality.
He watched Joe, who was still struggling, writhing like a fish out of water, holding on to hope until the bitter end.
"Ha~" Joe laughed out, holding his face as the calm exterior layer he wore started to crumble.
"IT AIN'T OVER PROFACI, IT'S JUST GETTING STARTED!" Joe roared behind the retreating Profaci who simply smiled.
"YOU THINK YOU CAN WALK AWAY WITH THIS, AFTER WHAT YOU'VE DONE, AFTER WHAT WE'VE DONE!" Joe screamed, his voice thick with anger and desperation but Profaci didn't flinch as he kept walking toward the door, his steps measured and calm.
"PROFACI, DON'T TURN YOUR BACK TO ME, TO THE COMMISSION WE-" Joe tried to guilt him, trying everything at this point but Profaci simply closed the door behind him.
Getting into the car waiting for him, he gazed out the window, his thoughts almost unreadable, lost in the depths of his mind, until he finally arrived home.
Sitting in his chair, overlooking the fireplace, a slow, satisfied smile curled at the corners of his lips as he watched the embers dance in the hearth.
The warmth of the fire reflected in his eyes, the flickering flames mirroring the quiet satisfaction he felt deep inside.
Meanwhile in D.C,
Night slowly crept in, enveloping the room in its quiet embrace and yet, instead of feeling Ricky's arms wrapped securely around Raven, sharing his warmth through the long hours, she stirred awake to the chilling emptiness around her.
"Ricky?" Raven's voice was soft and groggy as she blinked herself awake, rubbing her eyes to clear the haze of sleep.
Her gaze settled on him, seated at the end of the bed, shoulders hunched in deep contemplation.
"Ricky~" Raven's voice carried a soft, teasing lilt as she wrapped her arms around his back as her lips brushed against his ear in a gentle kiss before she rested her head on his shoulder, feeling that warmth pressed against her naked and supple body.
"Huh? Oh, my bad, I was just thinking," Ricky said, snapping out of his contemplation as his eyes met Raven's as she offered him a soft smile, her hand gently caressing his chin.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Raven asked tentatively, her voice laced with care, not wanting to push him into confronting something he wasn't ready to share.
Sigh
"It's just-"
SIGH
Ricky ran a hand through his hair, his gaze fixed straight ahead as the weight of his thoughts was evident, though he remained silent.
Raven, sensing his turmoil, simply hugged him a little tighter, offering her quiet support without pressing for more.
"There's this guy-no, he's not a guy but someone I considered family." Ricky muttered, his voice low and strained as his eyes dropped to the floorboards beneath his feet, his thoughts seemingly heavier than the words he spoke.
"But he crossed a line, my line." Ricky said, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken pain.
"One you just can't come back from, not in my eyes." Ricky sighed heavily, the kind of sigh that seemed to echo from his soul, knowing the inevitable truth: he would have to kill a man he once deeply respected.
"What are you going to do?" Raven asked softly, her eyes fixed on him since she'd never seen Ricky this disheartened before, and it caught her off guard as much as it pained her.
"Something I really don't want to do, but something that I think is necessary." Ricky admitted, closing his eyes as he leaned back.
Raven chuckled softly, moving just in time to catch him, wrapping her arms around him as he fell into her embrace.
"I know that feeling all too well," Raven murmured, her gaze drifting off into the distance.
The room grew silent as they sat in the warmth of each other's embrace, both lost in their own thoughts and after a moment, she looked back down at Ricky, her expression soft but knowing.
"Ricky, do you love me-"
"Yeah." Ricky nonchalantly said, still looking off into the distance.
"At least think about it," Raven laughed out, her chuckle tinged with disbelief. Ricky smiled, feeling the warmth of her hands on him.
"I have, and I just do." Ricky replied, his words filled with so much and yet, he said it so easily.
"This kind of thing isn't something I can just magically control." Ricky looked up, his gaze meeting hers, the weight of his words lingering in the air.
Despite everything he could and couldn't change, one thing was undeniable, he had fallen for her.
And that, he realized, was the one thing he didn't want to control, which made him feel a tad conflicted.
Recently, he had been a little too controlling with Raven, trying to manage every aspect of their relationship, but now, with this feeling creeping in, he was questioning himself.
There was something about her, something that made him so enamored with her, that he couldn't stop wanting her by his side.
But in doing so, he realized he might have been suffocating her, and that thought left him uneasy.
He didn't want to lose what they had, but he also didn't want to be the kind of man who controlled the very thing he loved.
It was a new experience for him, walking the fine line between his feelings and sometimes, you couldn't plan these things, no matter how hard you tried, you had to let them unfold on their own.
"Well, aren't you going to ask if I love you?" Raven teased, rubbing his cheek with a warm smile that stretched across her face without her even realizing it.
"Nah, I already know." Ricky flashed a sly smile, looking up at the naked blue goddess as she gently massaged his head.
"Oh, so you don't need me to tell you?" Raven scoffed, a playful chuckle escaping her as she tried to maintain a pretend angry face while Ricky slowly stood up and turned to her.
"Oh no, it's all I ever want to hear." Ricky crawled closer, his eyes locked on hers as she gently pushed his smiling face away.
"But then why should I say it?" Raven whispered, playing along as her lips brushed against his.
"I already know you love me," Ricky said, his voice soft but teasing, their breaths dancing in
"It's just when you admit it, it drives me crazy." Ricky kissed her collarbone, and Raven turned her head, but he gently pulled her back, his eyes full of desire.
"Tell me you love me." Ricky whispered in her ear, his hand slipping down her supple body as she bit her lip at his descending touch.
"I-"
"Raven."
"I love you~"
30 minutes later,
Lying in Ricky's embrace, Raven smiled as his heartbeat softly pulsed in her ear as she relished the warmth of his arms around her, his hands gently caressing her orange hair, each touch sending a wave of comfort through her.
"So, are we going to talk about how you simply revealed to everyone that you are the Black Knight?" Raven hummed out, moving her chin and placing it on his chest as he laughed.
"I know, right? How f*cking funny were the faces they made?" Ricky laughed, still amused as he replayed the scene in his mind, watching the confusion on their faces as they scrambled, completely unable to comprehend what he'd just said.
Sigh
"Pretty funny, if I'm being honest." Raven sighed, a small smile tugging at her lips as she traced her finger lazily on his chest, unable to suppress the amusement creeping up on her.
"But I thought you were going to keep it a secret, continue to be the knight in shining armor," Raven teased, her eyes gleaming as she watched Ricky burst into laughter as he shrugged, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Well, if it's a secret, then how am I supposed to brag that I'm the Black Knight?" Ricky said, his tone light and playful.
"And the funny thing is, it's not even my juiciest secret," Ricky murmured, leaning in to peck her on the lips as he pulled back slowly, letting the weight of his words hang in the air between them.
"I guess we have our secrets," Raven said, her voice soft but full of meaning as Ricky couldn't help himself, a grin spreading across his face as he leaned in closer.
"Wait until I unravel all of yours," Ricky cheesily proclaimed, unable to help himself.
They both laughed for a while, the sound filling the room with warmth, until a quiet and subtle silence settled between them.
Ricky, lost in the moment, absentmindedly drew light circles on Raven's shoulder, his fingers tracing gentle patterns.
Then, as if pulled from the calm, Raven's expression shifted as a thought bubbled up in her mind, something she couldn't ignore and she glanced at Ricky, her voice soft but laced with curiosity.
"Hey, tiger, if you win, what are you going to do with all that money?" Raven suddenly asked, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
Ricky laughed, his hand gently twirling a strand of her blue hair as he looked at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You know, I had some thoughts." Ricky replied, his voice dropping slightly, his eyes gleaming with something deeper.
"I think I'm going to start a foundation just for mutants and their rights." Ricky's words immediately made Raven's expression shift instantly, her curiosity piqued.
This was a topic Ricky had spent a long time pondering after numerous consultations with Chester and Alexander, seeking their opinions, he finally reached a conclusion: he wanted to establish a foundation for mutants.
If Ricky did win, in all honesty, part of him wanted to pocket the money and splurge on a boatload of things, but he knew he had to think long-term.
On the surface, the foundation would give him legitimacy, a sort of platform to rally mutants around his cause.
It could earn him a level of respect in public circles, strengthening the image he was carefully crafting for himself in the very courtrooms, cultivating that symbol status.
But most of all, it was a front, as that carefully cultivated image would simply be a vehicle to draw mutants to him.
The cruelest thing about this plan was that he saw mutants, his own kind, as mere raw material for his family, the Luciano family, the very organization he wanted to reshape into something even greater than it already was.
He wanted to cultivate loyalty, to plant seeds of his ideals in the most talented, and indoctrinate the most promising few of the mutants drawn to him.
At first he might not get the luxury of picking and choosing, but the main part of it was the development.
Just like the Italians who had grown up with that unshakable sense of belonging to the mob, Ricky wanted that same culture, that same deep-rooted family bond, but he envisioned it with mutants as well.
Ricky wanted for mutants to slowly ingrain themselves in that culture, in that loyalty, and all the respect that came with being part of the Luciano family.
Ricky understood how loyalty within the mafia has been used as a means of control, power, and stability.
It's not just about mutual respect or camaraderie; it's about creating a binding force that ensures everyone in the family is indebted to one another.
By making mutants feel like they truly belong within the Luciano family, he's ensuring that they're more than just pawns in the family's power play.
Ricky ensuring that they're devoted; loyal assets, loyalty that's not just about respect, but about the sense of purpose and belonging that comes with being part of a powerful, close-knit organization like the Luciano family.
Ricky wanted them to feel like they truly belonged and only belonged to him, like they weren't just outcasts with their abilities unless outside of his area of influence, but integral members that were valued for who they were and what they could contribute.
To Ricky, from all of Lucky's teachings, family wasn't just a word; it was a concept steeped in history, tradition, and a sense of duty that tied everyone together.
It was that connection, that unspoken bond of loyalty, that had allowed the mob to thrive for generations.
He wanted mutants to experience that, he wanted it to be his mark on the Luciano family, and it will all start with that foundation.
"All the money I get from this trial will be donated to build my mutant foundation, just can't seem to come up with a name." Ricky rubbed his chin, clearly struggling, naming things was never his strong suit.
Raven sat up slightly, leaning in to hear him better, her fingers brushing against his as she processed his words with an almost baffled expression.
"R-Ricky, that's millions-"
"Whatever, I already have plenty of money anyway. This will go toward something good instead of just buying bigger houses and fancier cars." Ricky lied through a toothy smile, softening his tone as he looked at Raven, who was speechless.
"I think you were right about mutants." Ricky continued, pulling Raven closer, his hands wrapping around her as she lay, stunned, against his chest.
"I think it's time I started stepping up. And this is how I want to do it." Ricky knew this would not only advance his goals but also earn him some extra points with Raven, which was exactly why he said it.
"Ricky, I don't know what to say, that's amazing." Raven smiled, kissing his chest and nuzzling up to him, her heart swelling with pride for him.
"It's also why I wanted to ask you but, since you might have a lot of connections within the mutant community, if you would do me a favor?" Ricky asked, starting a playful banter with Raven.
"Could you introduce me to someone who might want to lead the foundation?" Ricky suddenly asked as Raven froze in place.
In all honesty, and from the tone of his voice, it should've been painfully obvious that Ricky wanted Raven to lead his foundation.
It was almost too clear to miss.
But for some reason, whether it was because she genuinely wanted to help Ricky to the best of her abilities, or because she thought so little of herself, she didn't catch on.
In her mind, despite her vast connections and long lifespan that gave her a deep understanding of mutant culture, she still believed there were others better suited for the role, even though, in reality, she was perfect for it.
"I-What?" Raven was immediately taken off guard, her head sitting up and looking at Ricky who nodded.
"I'm new to the community and I don't really have the connections, so I was wondering if you could help me out?" Ricky stood up as well, essentially offering her the position, but the misunderstanding made Raven duck her head, unsure of how to respond.
"Why, isn't this what you wanted?" Ricky asked, taking her hand as she looked to the side and laughed awkwardly.
"No, I-I'll do just that." Raven replied, her heart tinged with a little pain as she thought so lowly of herself that she completely missed that he was giving it to her, on a silver platter.
But Raven's own inferiority complex seemed to get in the way as it always did, making her feel worthless and undeserving to even think she had the qualities to achieve it.
"In fact, I'll do it right now." Raven laughed nervously again, standing up and walking to the side, with Ricky following closely behind.
"Raven are you upset-" Ricky, thinking he did something wrong, asked only for Raven to wipe her eyes.
"No, but I can tell how important this is to you and I want to do my best to help." Rave forced a smile, walking over to the door and shutting it in Ricky's face before he could even reply.
Bam
"Wait the f*ck just happened?" Ricky, who was literally holding a naked Raven in his arms for like five seconds, looked down at his hands squeezing literally nothing.
"Woman, man." Ricky plopped onto the bed with a haggard sigh, because sometimes women were the most beautiful creatures, and other times, the most confusing.
Ring
Ring
Suddenly, the phone nearby started to ring, and Ricky reached over, letting the call come through without answering right away.
"Hello, is this Ricky, Ricky Luciano?" A familiar tone spoke through the phone as Ricky rubbed his head, trying to remember who it was.
"Yeah, what do you want?" Ricky, clearly in a sour mood, pinched the bridge of his nose.
"It's Frances, the women whose car you-"
"Oh sh*t, Frances, yeah, I remember now." Ricky's head jerked up, his smile curling as he spoke into the phone as everyone else faded into the background.
"I wanted to call and say that it isn't any trouble and-"
"Nonsense, I put your car in that state and I want to do right by you-"
"N-No, it's really fine and-"
"Then if you won't let me fix it, at least let me take you out to dinner, and then you can never see me again." Ricky didn't want this fish to slip off the hook, so he reeled it in slowly.
"....." Frances was silent on the other line, biting her nail before closing her eyes, weighing her options.
"Alright, thank you."
"Great, send over your information and I'll come pick you up," Ricky said as Frances gave him her address before hanging up the phone.
"Just tell him off, Frances. He's the one who put Tommy in this mess." Frances took a deep breath while telling herself, looking to the side at a picture of not only herself but Dewey as well.
Later that night,
Car lights shone on the skinny house as Ricky got out, walking up with a bunch of groceries in hand, a smile spreading across his face while looking towards not the house, but the mission from before.
[Mission Received: Frances Hutt Dewey]
Difficulty: Medium
Character Sheet: C+
Frances, the wife of Thomas Dewey, has long been the epitome of a devoted and loyal partner. As a stay-at-home wife, she has faithfully supported her husband's career and ambitions, standing by him through every challenge. Yet, the past few years have taken their toll on her. Dewey, consumed by his work and relentless in his pursuit to reclaim the success he once had, has distanced himself from Frances emotionally. Their home, once filled with shared conversations and mutual support, has become a place of isolation for her. In reality, Frances has been left to bear the weight of her loneliness in silence. She's given up her own desires, her own needs, for the sake of Dewey's ambitions. And as his work continues to pull him further away, Frances finds herself yearning for the attention, companionship, and love that has long been absent from her life.
Objective: Help Frances regain her lost wants and fulfill her unmet needs
Reward: 50,000 IP
Main Mission:
Impregnante Once:
Rewards: 100 Gacha or Frances Skill's
Impregnate Twice:
Rewards: ?????????
Additional Missions:
Have Frances Open herself up to you(Incomplete)
Reward: Rare Item Coupon
Impregnate Frances In Dewey's Home(Incomplete)
Reward: Epic Skill Coupon
Impregnate Frances In Dewey's office(Incomplete)
Reward: Epic Item Coupon
Bonus Missions:
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Knock
Knock
The door opened, revealing Frances, who was about to walk out, only to freeze as she saw Ricky take a step inside.
"Slight change of plans," Ricky said, his words making Frances pale.
"Literally no restaurant will serve me while the trial is going on, so I'll just cook you dinner," Ricky shamelessly said as though it wasn't entirely false, he did want an excuse to be alone and close to her, but it wasn't false since no restaurant would dare serve him.
Upon walking in, France's gaze shifted to the numerous pictures of herself and Dewey together as she followed him inside, the door slowly closing shut behind them.
"R-Ricky, w-wait-"
"I know it's a little forward, but I do feel really bad for hitting you, and I make a killer sauce on spaghetti and meatballs, so let me at least do this for you," Ricky said smoothly. His words made Frances try to retort, but as she attempted to feel uncomfortable, she instead found herself at peace, walking beside him.
Ricky's mere presence made her loosen up her rigid form, almost like it was supposed to be this way.
"Nice kitchen," Ricky complimented, setting the groceries down as he glanced at Frances, who was nervously standing in place, unsure of what to do next.
Sigh
"Listen, I know the media is bashing me with a hammer right now, but I'm really not a crazy guy who just goes around doing weird sh*t," Ricky laughed lightly, playing dumb. He knew Frances had probably already seen the papers and knew exactly who he was, but he didn't want her to know that he knew she was Dewey's wife.
Ricky relished in the allure of being the last one to find out, wanting it to feel as if she were in the wrong for something he'd known from the start.
Wanting her to feel obligated, as if she owed him a moment of her time, so he could worm his way under her skin, into her thoughts, and then finally unload a bucket of his cum inside her.
"If you're really scared of me, I'll leave, but I truly want to show how sorry I am for inconveniencing you like that and make up for the damage." Ricky said genuinely, showing his sincerity and lacing his words without a proper meaning while placing his hand on his heart.
Frances bit down on her lip, wanting to say no, but her mother had always told her that you had to let people offer their apologies so that you could give them your forgiveness.
At heart Frances was a good woman, a good wife, a good hostess, and it was a shame that it would be the reason she would fall into his clutches.
"A-Alright, but only dinner." Frances said, walking over to the counter as Ricky laughed, his eyes turning into crescent moons as a grin spread across his face.
"Only dinner." Ricky nodded to her, a playful smile tugging at his lips as he slowly began taking out the ingredients, all while she watched closely, before reaching for a bottle of red wine.
"Want a glass?" Ricky asked, already pouring one for himself. Frances smiled and nodded, still feeling incredibly awkward.
"So, what does a fine girl like yourself do for a living?" Ricky asked, brushing aside the awkwardness as he handed her a glass of red wine before taking a sip of his own.
"I-I am a stay-at-home wife," Frances replied, nodding at Ricky cordially as she took a light sip of her wine. Ricky began chopping vegetables, not missing a beat.
"How about that, so, who's the lucky man?" Ricky pressed, his tone teasing as Frances immediately let out an awkward laugh, caught off guard.
"He's a lawyer, but he's away on business," Frances explained, letting out a nervous laugh as she sheepishly took another sip of her wine while not specifically telling him who he was.
"Is he any good? Maybe I could use his help," Ricky laughed heartily, his tone joking as he poured the tomato sauce into the pot.
"Hahahahaha, maybe." Frances replied, her nervousness seeping into her laughter as she ducked her head, glancing down while Ricky tapped the tomato sauce can against the pot.
"Listen, Frances, if I'm making you uncomfortable, I can leave and do something else to make it up to you." Ricky paused, his actions coming to a halt as he turned to face her, his expression softening.
Looking at Frances, he just loved to see that tinge of guilt flashing on her face as if she was the bad guy in this scenario, trying to turn away his gestures to make things right as that guilt made Frances, who was silently sipping from her glass, her eyes avoiding his.
Frances opened her mouth to respond but quickly shut it, her head lowering in discomfort.
The moment felt unbearably awkward, but it wasn't that she hated Ricky, no, not exactly.
But being near him made her uneasy, especially after everything Dewey had said about him.
She wasn't in the dark about who Ricky was since Dewey never stopped warning her, constantly painting him as a looming threat, dangerous and unpredictable.
It was then that, if anyone really knew of Dewey's deterioration, it was Frances, since she had witnessed her husband's painful transformation, as he slowly shed the skin of the man she had once fallen in love with into that obsessive man.
While Ricky had scarcely thought of Dewey during his three-year absence, Dewey, on the other hand, couldn't get Ricky out of his mind as he seemed like a permanent resident.
Night after night, Dewey obsessed over how to exact his revenge, fixating on reclaiming the credibility he lost at the border while Frances stood by the side, watching it all.
So when Ricky, the man her husband loathed and the reason he was in prison, torn from her life stood before her, Frances couldn't shake her nerves.
The thought of Ricky discovering who she was, or worse, already knowing she was Dewey's wife, tightened a knot of anxiety in her chest.
This entire interaction unsettled her to the core as their first meeting left such a sour taste that any attempt to display an emotion beyond fear felt impossible.
"Frances," Ricky said thoughtfully, his tone soft as he leaned forward, locking eyes with her.
"Just tell me what's wrong-"
"Thomas Dewey is my husband!" Frances shouted, squeezing her eyes shut as she braced herself for the outburst she was certain would follow as the silence that greeted her, however, was almost worse.
She expected Ricky to shout, maybe even hit her since she'd heard stories of his violent tendencies but instead, as her eyes fluttered open, she saw the oddest expression on his face.
"Well, this is awkward," Ricky said with a sheepish laugh, leaning back and rubbing the back of his neck.
"To think I'm in the house of the man who tried to lock me up. This has to be even weirder for you too." Ricky tone was unsettlingly casual, as if he hadn't orchestrated every moment leading up to this.
Ricky wore an understanding expression, pretending he wasn't the one who had set all of this into motion.
But years ago, Ricky had told Dewey he would strip him of everything before finally killing him and that wasn't an empty threat.
Ricky had taken everything from Dewey, hell, he even took his identity, and all that he had left was one thing, Frances.
Frances was the cherry on top, the very thing that would solidify his revenge against Dewey and utterly crush him.
"I-I'm sorry, I know you came here to make things right-"
"No, I get it. This must be why you didn't want anything from me," Ricky interrupted gently, raising a hand in understanding.
Ricky tried to offer a sympathetic smile as Frances nervously rubbed her shoulder, forcing a silence that was thickening by the second, only broken by the soft bubbling of the tomato sauce in the pot.
Ricky let the awkwardness linger, intentionally dragging out the tension before he would strike.
"Listen, Frances." Ricky began, his voice silken and so soothing that it made her face his green, charming eyes.
"For what it's worth, I have nothing against you." Ricky gestured toward her as he slowly walked to the side.
"But I can tell my presence here might not be welcome, so I'll just take my leave." Ricky backed away, his steady eye contact and the tone of his words disarmed Frances, leaving her unexpectedly at ease.
Which is why she suddenly blurted out that one word that cemented this evening.
"W-Wait."
Frances thought she'd feel relieved at his departure, but instead, guilt crept in.
Ricky didn't seem to fit this terrifying image that Dewey had always painted as he didn't come across as the threat she had been warned about, and she couldn't help but question her assumptions.
"I didn't mean to act this way." Frances stammered, her voice softer while gazing down at the floor.
"It's just, with everything going on, I thought you'd be angry, or worse-"
"I'm not that monster they depict me as in the papers," Ricky said with a laugh, spreading his arms before pointing to himself.
"I'm just a regular guy who can protect himself from a speeding bullet," Ricky described himself, then tilted his head, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
"Well, I guess I'm not a regular guy since I can stop a bullet, so maybe... semi-regular guy?" Ricky asked, a playful grin on his face as Frances couldn't help but let out a laugh.
"Semi-regular guy, so, a mutant?" Frances repeated, never having heard the term before as she added her own twist with a playful joke, only to flinch at her haphazard approach.
Cough
"I-I didn't mean-"
"Ha!" Ricky cut her off with an exaggerated laugh, intentionally lightening the mood, making sure the awkward tension didn't settle between them.
Frances couldn't help but join in, that rigidness loosening up from her shoulders as the atmosphere shifted to something more playful.
"So, can I still make you dinner?" Ricky asked, taking a step toward the kitchen, gesturing to the meal already laid out as Frances hesitated for a moment, looking at him, her thoughts racing.
'Why not, I mean, what's the worst that could happen?'
"I mean, it's already made-.....it'd be a shame to waste it." Frances said, forcing a small but nervous smile as she sipped her wine.
"Perfect." Ricky grinned, his eyes turning into crescent moons while turning back toward the stove.
"Spaghetti and meatballs it is."
Ricky moved easily around the kitchen, his motions smooth and practiced, as if he'd done this a hundred times before.
The rich aroma of simmering tomato sauce filled the room, blending with the faint scent of garlic as the meatballs sizzled.
Frances watched him, still unsure, but the wine helped loosen her nerves and maybe this wasn't as bad as she'd imagined.
"So tell me about yourself, who is the famous Frances." Ricky side-eyed her, preparing the meal as she refilled the glass at how weird the situation was for her.
"Well I'm a stay at home-"
"No, like, who are you?" Ricky raised an eyebrow and turned around to see Frances showing a confused expression.
"I'm sorry, but what do you mean Mr. Luciano-"
"Mr. Luciano is my father, just call me Ricky." Ricky waved her away, wanting to be as informal as possible.
"I still don't understand the question, Ricky." Frances gestured to Ricky who rubbed his forehead while trying to find the words.
"It's not like, what you do, exactly, but more about what you 'want' to do, or like, what you 'enjoy', I guess?" Ricky stumbled over his words, clearly struggling to express himself as he wasn't sure how to ask the question that was on his mind.
In truth, Ricky wanted to know more about who Frances was beyond being a stay-at-home wife to bring her out of her shell, to get her talking.
"Oh, well, that's-I-" Frances started to respond, but Ricky's question made her pause as she understood what he was asking, yet the words just wouldn't come.
"I-" Frances let out a small laugh, feeling strangely flustered and embarrassed by her inability to answer.
Slowly, her eyes drifted down to her glass of wine as the deep red liquid reflected her face, and she noticed the bewildered smile creeping onto her lips.
The only thing that came to mind was 'a stay-at-home wife' and it was because of that answer that it was so unsettling to realize that her entire identity had been reduced to that, leaving her with no easy response to Ricky's seemingly simple question.
"Do you have any hobbies, things you like?" Ricky refused to let this opportunity go, seeing how vulnerable she was at this moment and continued to press.
"Of course, I do many things," Frances blurted out, quickly downing the rest of her wine.
Then, Frances tried to recall the things she once enjoyed, but the truth began to settle in as she realized most of what filled her days now were simple tasks.
Dewey had always been busy with work, and over the past five years, she'd done everything she could to distract herself from the growing sense of neglect.
Cleaning, cooking, attending neighborhood meetings, it all kept her occupied, but none of it truly made her happy.
It was just a way to pass the time, a way to fill the void, but nothing she could honestly say she loved doing.
It made her eyes lower, the weight of the realization pressing onto her chest as the silence lingered between them.
In this time of silence, Ricky's eyes suddenly bolstered as he used the favorability meter to check Frances.
Favorability: 49 (Feel comfortable around you but not to the point of giving in)
'I guess I should close the distance, sow the seeds of hostility, and then get into her pants,' Ricky thought, refilling their glasses while she was caught up in her existential crisis.
"Alright, let's get down to the bones of it, what makes you happy, Frances?" Ricky tapped the table, the sound jarring Frances, pulling her attention toward him as she caught the look of his smile.
The sauce needed to simmer, and at that time, Ricky was going to use his skills to their fullest. He walked over and took a seat on the stool next to her.
Immediately, Frances felt a strange comfort when Ricky sat next to her in such an unnerving way, as if that anxious feeling dissipated the moment he entered a certain radius.
Ricky knew that his mere presence would gradually make her feel more comfortable.
Once she was sufficiently at ease, even his scent would draw illicit sparks and now, he just needed to wait for the right moment.
"I liked-like, I like to paint." Frances almost said it in the past tense, referring as if she didn't anymore but those memories of her painting when she was younger filled her with a sense of warmth and happiness she had almost forgotten.
"You do?" Ricky asked, leaning in and resting his head on his hand.
"Do you do portraits or free range?" Ricky added, knowing a little about painting and Frances chuckled at his attempt to sound knowledgeable.
"I've only ever painted bowls of fruit, it's stupid," Frances murmured, looking down at her work, convinced she wasn't good enough as Ricky shook his head, a soft smile on his lips as he disagreed silently.
"Well, now I have to see." Ricky stood up, catching Frances off guard as she followed him to her feet.
"Are these it?" Ricky asked, walking over to the side and pointing at a painting as Frances let out a small laugh, clearly a little embarrassed.
"N-No, Dewey never liked them, and I decided to put them in the attic-Ricky!" Frances stammered, speaking about herself in a demeaning way.
But before she could finish, Ricky started walking upstairs, and she called out after him, a mix of surprise and hesitation in her voice.
'Jackpot.'
"Where are you going!" Frances embarrassingly chased after Ricky who started laughing while climbing her stairs.
"To see the paintings you're trying to hide from the world!" Ricky laughed excitedly, and Frances hurriedly chased after him.
As she reached the top of the stairs, Ricky pulled down the attic ladder, the creaky sound of it echoing as it slowly descended.
"Ricky!" Frances exclaimed, her face flushing a deep red as she reached out to grab him, desperate to pull him back.
But he slipped through her fingers, disappearing into the attic before she could stop him.
In that moment, panic washed over her as the thought of him seeing those paintings filled her with dread.
They weren't just canvases to her; they represented her passion, her escape from the mundane routine of her life.
The vibrant colors, the swirling forms, they brought her joy that she rarely felt elsewhere.
But that joy was fragile, easily shattered by the fear of judgment and whenever someone spoke down about her art or dismissed it as trivial, it cut deep, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
Each brushstroke was a piece of her heart laid bare, and the thought of Ricky mocking or belittling them made her stomach churn.
Peeking her head up into the attic slowly, the weight of her emotions bore down on her as Frances felt a swell of despair rising in her chest, threatening to spill over.
Hurriedly climbing the stairs, Frances' scared eyes widened as she saw Ricky already holding her paintings, though he was frozen in place.
The silence between them was palpable, heavy with tension, as she couldn't even muster the strength to fully step into the attic.
"Did you really paint this?" Ricky asked, pretending to be slightly breathless as Frances anxiously looked away, unable to meet his gaze.
"I-well-you see, it was a first draft and-"
"They're beautiful, almost breathtaking," Ricky spoke, his voice sincere as he traced his fingers along the canvas, emphasizing the motion with Frances' head jerking up, her eyes wide with surprise.
"What?"
"I mean, the detail and the shading are amazing. Would you mind if I bought this off of you?" Ricky looked up with a smile, reaching into his coat all while Frances stood there, speechless.
"I only have about a thousand on me, but I can get more." Ricky gestured the cash towards her, his gaze seemingly captivated by the painting and slowly, a smile spread across Frances' face.
Frances couldn't believe it herself, but she couldn't hide the smile even if she wanted to as she shook her head, a mix of disbelief and joy crossing her face.
"N-No, you can just have it-"
"Nonsense, here." Ricky didn't let her finish, walking up to her and placing the money in her hands before she could protest.
"Ricky, this is way too much for a novice like me-"
"Frances, it honestly feels like I'm ripping you off." Ricky flattered her, placing his hand over his heart as he spoke with exaggerated sincerity as Frances stood on the ladder, still unsure how to react to the moment.
"Please take it, I literally won't let you just give it to me." Ricky patted her hand gently, his smile unwavering as Frances simply stared at the money, unsure of what to do.
Drip
A tear dropped onto the wad of money, and in that moment, Frances realized she had started crying.
Ricky set the painting down carefully, his attention shifting to her as the silent tension between them thickened.
"Frances?" Ricky asked, his voice soft, as he watched the tears consume her.
What started as a single droplet quickly turned into a full storm of emotion, her sobs growing louder.
Sniff
"Hic*
Tears streamed down Frances's cheeks as Ricky pulled her off the ladder, drawing her close as she buried her face in his shoulder, sobbing uncontrollably.
It wasn't just the paintings, it was about everything.
Frances had fought so hard to be strong, to maintain a solid front ever since Dewey was convicted.
She felt she had to be a good wife, never complaining, even as the weight of her emotions became unbearable.
But it was because of this that years of pent-up feelings erupted within her at that moment, finally breaking free under the pressure of something good, something genuine, happening for a change in her somewhat unordinary life.
The past months had been hell for her.
At first it wasn't all too bad, everyone looked at Ricky instead of her with an intense scrutiny, holding him responsible for what was happening.
But after his loss, along with the accusations of murder that followed, it felt as if the knives that had been aimed at Ricky were now pointed at her.
Fear enveloped her; she couldn't even leave her house without feeling nauseous most of the time.
The first time she had ventured out, she had collided with Ricky, and that encounter had sent her spiraling back into a state of terror.
But now, here was Ricky, the very person her husband was determined to persecute and all that hate, was the only one showing genuine care for something she loved.
That simple act broke her further.
She cried even harder, the realization crashing over her that the only person willing to offer her comfort was someone she had only met a few days ago.
The loneliness she had tried to ignore was now an open wound, and it hurt more than she had ever expected.
"It's okay, it's okay~" Ricky held her close, seeing her at her lowest point as she sniffled on his shoulder.
"I-I'm sorry." Frances looked up, her eyes filled with tears as she gazed into his green eyes, which seemed to charm her to her very core.
"Don't be sorry." Ricky smiled warmly, taking her into his embrace and resting his hand on her cheek.
Now, in his embrace, she felt safer than ever as her senses were overwhelmed by his scent, slowly stirring a passion that bloomed in the depths of their eyes.
It was wrong; she was married, and she was supposed to love her husband until death did them part but despite that, she couldn't help but slowly close her eyes as Ricky began to lean in.
Their lips touched, and Frances knew how wrong it was to be held not just by another man, but by the one responsible for her husband's downfall.
But Frances didn't want to be alone; she couldn't bear the thought of leaving the comfort that surrounded her.
Every facet of Ricky pulled her deeper into the moment, making it harder to resist, until Ricky's hands gently glided along her body and whispered four words that forever sealed her fate under his touch.
'Wet to the touch.'
章節 137: Chapter 132: Revenge Is The Sweetest Taste (R18)
"Ha~" France let out a moan, her being flushed in pleasure as Ricky slowly broke the kiss, his lips slowly trickling down to her neck as her body quivered within his hold.
Frances' teeth clenched as Ricky's hands amplified her pleasure, his touch deliberate and teasing before slowly, his fingers glided along her folds, drawing a shiver from deep within her.
"Ricky we-" Frances's words faltered as a shiver ran through her, her knees buckling beneath her as she fell forward into his waiting embrace, his arms steadying her as a small, knowing smile curved his lips.
However Frances couldn't finish her sentence as his mouth crashed into hers, an aggressive kiss that silenced her words.
His tongue tangled with hers, overwhelming her senses, while his fingers began to dance inside her being, igniting a fire within her.
Pleasure surged through her, radiating across her body in waves that rippled along her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Her folds glistened with her desire, soaking by the second under each and every subtle caress that coaxed forth waves of bliss that threatened to consume her entirely.
Frances tried to resist the mind-numbing sensation at first, squirming under his hold as the weight of how wrong it was gnawed at her resolve.
"I-It's wrong~" Frances stammered, her voice trembling as she broke their kiss.
Her hands clutched his shirt tightly, and she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, a mix of desperation and longing written across her face, seemingly unable to completely decide which side to lean towards.
However, there was no hesitation in Ricky's next move and instead, he licked his lips, her saliva glistening on his tongue as he savored the lingering sweetness of her taste.
"H-Ha~" Frances moaned, her voice trembling as her body buckled.
Ricky didn't say anything but responded by slipping another finger into her folds, pushing it upward with deliberate pressure before slowly stroking it back down, each movement drawing another shiver from her.
It didn't matter if it was wrong; all that mattered was the sweet taste he had been chasing for so long and as he licked his lips, savoring the lingering flavor, everything else faded into irrelevance.
"I made a vow, a commitment-a-ah~" Frances tried to tell Ricky, her voice faltering under the weight of his touch.
But if she were honest, as honest as her body was betraying her to be, she would know she was only trying to convince herself.
At heart, Frances wanted to be a good person; someone loyal, steadfast, and true, like anyone striving to do what was right.
But circumstances, ones that pressed deeply into her heart and reverberated through her very being, challenged everything she thought she stood for and the very foundation she thought she represented, was crumbling under Ricky's mere touch.
In our hearts, we tell ourselves we are noble, yet even the most primal instincts harbor desires.
When those desires are suppressed, they build into a force that demands release, leading to choices, choices that had brought Frances to this moment, to this path.
"O-Oh~" Frances muttered, arching her head back as she felt those desires flush through her, warmth spreading through her folds.
Drip
Drip
Those sweet desires didn't merely stop at her folds or Ricky's fingers that stimulated them so gently, but trickled down her thighs, forming a stream of pleasure that pooled and dripped onto the floorboards of the attic below them.
It was wrong, her mind screamed at her, but her body was starting to show her just how right it felt.
Slowly, Frances' focus drifted towards Ricky's fingers as they slipped in and out of her, stroking her walls with such care and warmth that the pleasure it brought overwhelmed her, leaving her with no choice but to give in.
Her subconscious voice began to numb as her body slowly surrendered to the intensity, each deliberate movement he made pushing her pleasure higher, building with every passing second.
"Come here~" Ricky whispered, his fingers gently gripping her face, pulling her in as her confused expression melted away as he took her into another kiss.
That struggle, that resistance, slowly unraveled as Frances, instead of pushing away, began to lean into him, finally welcoming the heat of his tongue.
Her head tilted back as her tongue swirled around his, a wave of liberation washing over her.
It was then that Ricky finally made his move, slowly pulling down her sundress as his hand cupped her breast with a gentle possessiveness.
Pulling her down, Ricky guided Frances into the deepest realm of pleasure, the sensation overwhelming her senses until she found herself sitting in his lap, her body instinctively leaning backwards into his chest.
Frances had her legs spread, one hand gripping his shoulder tightly as muffled moans escaped her lips.
Feeling his other hand fondle her breast, teasing her nipple before gently clasping it once more, all the while his tongue explored her mouth with a heat that sent shivers racing through her body.
Gasp
Suddenly, a gasp escaped her as Ricky's fingers found one of her most sensitive spots, sending a jolt of electricity through her body.
"Ah~" Frances arched her back while breaking the kiss, the curve of her neck resting against his shoulder as pleasure surged within her.
Ricky could feel the constant twitching of her walls beneath his touch, knowing she was close and amplifying them to another level while stroking her so precisely.
That pent-up feeling, one she hadn't fully acknowledged in so long, was slowly being unraveled by another man's touch.
Frances felt Ricky slither closer, his touch seeping into her every nerve, grasping the most delicate parts of her body and making them scream with unrestrained delight.
Ricky's eyes gleamed with intensity before his fingers abruptly pressed deeply into a sensitive spot, causing Frances' eyes to widen in surprise.
"Ah~!" Frances gasped, her head slamming back into his chest while her body erupted out from a small peak of pleasure.
Her skin flushed with warmth, and the strain made her clench her teeth as the desire bundled up within her was released, washed over and out of her, soaking her white panties in a stain of her own lust.
Huff
Huff
Huff
Frances let out small, shaky breaths, her eyes heavy and hazy as she slumped in Ricky's grasp, her panties slowly torn away without a single ounce of notice.
Unlike Frances, Ricky wasn't finished; he continued to kiss her neck, leaving hickeys across her skin and collarbone, until the growing pressure of his member caught Frances' attention.
In the single blink of her eyes, Frances found herself no longer gazing at the attic walls, but instead looking up at Ricky's smiling face.
Her dazed, flushed expression shifted between his face before trailing down to the sight of her drooling folds wedged between his cock.
Slobbering her sweet juices onto his shaft, it twitched at those two molds of her most beautiful region pressed onto the veined length of his cock.
Frances slowly gathered the clarity to realize what was about to happen, only to falter at the very moment of confrontation
Instead of voicing any protest, Frances was swept up in the moment, her gaze fixed on the monstrous form beneath her.
Her eyes could only watch as Ricky slowly lifted her, feeling herself rise to an incredible height until the tip of him rested at her entrance.
Gulp
Frances gulped, her breath shaky with anticipation of what was about to happen and just as words of worry began to surface, her body yielded to gravity.
"H-Ha~" Frances moaned sharply, feeling him slowly start to slide himself into her being.
Her insides were immediately pushed apart only to stretch further, her eyes welling with tears as her body was forced to mold under him, around him, in a certain way that wasn't designed to accommodate Ricky size in the first place without needing to be rearranged.
Her guts convulsed, feeling the tearing sensation ripple through her, reshaping in his image all the while his tip slithered deeper into her being.
Frances felt completely full and yet, she continued to slide further down his length, her folds slick with juices that contorted to envelop every inch of him.
"Ah~" Frances moaned louder, unable to find any words to express herself, until Ricky's hands slowly moved to her waist.
Clap
With a single motion, the sound of Frances's ass smacking against Ricky's thighs echoed as the rest of his length was thrust deep inside her all at once.
Frances's entire body seemed to freeze, stiff and numb to everything around her, until the intensity of it all hit her consciousness all at once.
GASP
"AH!" Frances gasped, her eyes wide as breath rushed back into her lungs, overwhelmed by the sheer sensation of being filled to the brim and then some.
Frances arched her back, her head jerking back as tears pricked the corner of her eyes, overwhelmed by the rush of pain-induced pleasure that consumed her, inside and out.
Impaled on him, she felt every inch reach deep within her, the sensation so intense that her belly formed a slight protrusion, signaling his tip pressing against it.
Frances was drowning, her body crumbling beneath Ricky as that overwhelming rush flooded what little remained of her mind and then, moving his hands from the firm grip around her waist, Ricky wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her down further.
"You're incredible, Frances~" Ricky murmured sensually, kissing her ear softly.
Sitting up, Ricky enveloped every inch of her, his presence consuming her entirely, leaving no part of her untouched.
Ricky had completely taken control, his movements wrapping around her as she sat there, staring blankly at the ceiling, like some doll meant to be played with.
Frances felt as though all she could do was sit atop him, her body shivering with each subtle twitch as she adjusted to the way her walls stretched to accommodate his size but that pain she felt was slowly seeping away.
Her body seemed to transform, reshaping to fit him, and, for some reason, she began to revel in the heat of the moment.
It felt futile to resist, completely powerless against what was to come as she unknowingly accepted her fate, sinking deeper into him as she rested her head on his shoulder, her hands instinctively wrapping around his neck.
Only then did Ricky lift her slightly, moving his hands down her back and grabbing both ass cheeks with a firm grip.
Pulling her body upward, he allowed himself to slip free from her, slick with her essence.
Ricky gazed at her, his tongue tracing along her skin, savoring the sweet taste of Frances and everything she represented.
CLAP
"H-Ha~" Frances moaned, feeling her insides swell as his meaty cock filled her again, a slight pressure piercing against her stomach making her gasp.
"So fucking sweet~" Ricky whispered softly in her ear, watching her shiver with every syllable as her body was putty in his hands, pliable and ready to be shaped into whatever pleasure he desired.
At first, Ricky controlled her movements, guiding Frances up and down his cock, her folds sliding against him with each deliberate, forceful motion of her body.
But as the rhythm settled, Frances slowly found her own pace, positioning herself just right to saddle up and ride him.
"Ah~" Frances moaned, her eyes shut as she sank deeper into the mind-numbing pleasure, feeling it envelop her and pull her further without any effort to resist.
CLAP
Frances found a burst of strength, lifting herself from the overwhelming pleasure pressing down on her, only to give into it, slamming herself back down as his cock drove deep into her.
Feeling as it sparked her nerve endings with a heated lust, slowly kindling a deeper fire within her.
Without Ricky's intervention, Frances's perky ass began to bob on his cock as her sloppy folds rang out as she willingly turned her pussy into mush to feel him deep inside her.
SLAP
"AH~"
SLAP
"AH~"
Her ass vibrantly met his thighs, the sharp sound echoing through the small attic as the wet, gushing sound of her folds slamming against hungrily into his cock filled the air.
Moans spilled from her lips, each bounce sending waves of ecstasy coursing through her body.
Without warning, the rhythm she had started to find was abruptly interrupted as Ricky sank his fingernails into her ass and as she rose, he slammed her back down
"AH!" Frances dry heaved out a moan, arching her entire body backwards at her lungs seemingly squeezing at the strain shooting through her insides.
However, there was nowhere to escape as Ricky's hand held her down, trapped by the suffocating sensation of his tip pressing against her womb.
Her mind went blank, her primal instincts taking over as her body swelled with sensation, unable to contain it as she tried to handle all of him.
The pleasure was nearly insurmountable for Frances, leaving her nearly incoherent as she was swept away in a tide of ecstasy.
It felt as though she were being consumed by the sensations, filled to the brim with pleasure, as though force-fed and trying to satisfy an insatiable hunger of the man encompassing her entire being.
Then, without warning, everything was interrupted as she was lifted up and immediately plunged back down
SLAP
The towering slap of her ass rippled across the space after being slammed down on his cock, her perky peaches rippling from the collision only to be raised up once more.
SLAP
Frances's eyes fluttered closed, rolling back slightly as this time Ricky thrusted upward, meeting her waist with a force, sending a jolt of pleasure through her that only intensified the sensation already crippling her mind.
SLAP
SLAP
SLAP
Frances's body felt like a ragdoll, a mannequin propped up to fulfill another's desires as she had completely drowned in the sensation of him.
Red marks began to appear on her ass as it smacked down with increasing force, leaving light bruises in their wake.
Ricky was toying with her body, devouring her like a lollipop, swirling and savoring every moment with the aggressive flick of his tongue.
While her ass rippled under constantly being impaled upon his cock, the hickies were becoming more apparent while littering almost every inch of her neck and collarbone.
Perfectly spaced out, ensuring nothing collided, he was completely covering her with his marks.
Ricky was going overboard, unable to control himself, pouring all the stress and anger that had built up in him into Frances as she sat atop him, taking everything he had to give.
With one swift motion of Frances sliding down him, her eyes shot open, the air returning to her lungs, signaling that something deep within her was about to burst.
"Ah~"
"AH~"
"AH!"
Frances's moans reached a fervent pitch as she felt the tip of his cock kissing her womb passionately.
Her walls twitched uncomfortably, a mix of pleasure and overwhelming fullness consuming her, driving her further into ecstasy while proning that feeling lodged within her.
Feeling that slithering pleasure churn within his balls, Ricky's cock started twitching with anticipation.
Each thrust brought them closer to the edge, their shared ecstasy intertwining in a rhythm that felt both primal and electrifying.
Then, with one final slam of Frances's ass onto Ricky's cock, her walls clenched as she teetered on the edge and just as she reached her peak, Ricky grunted, his own pleasure building.
"F*ck~" Ricky grunted, his balls tightened before his cum rushed from the tip, a rush of milky white cream spurting deep into her womb.
"AHHHHH!" Frances's eyes widened, her lips parting as her body twitched, overwhelmed by the searing warmth pulsing in her stomach before her other set of lips squealed out.
Soaking Ricky's waist in her sweet and supple nectar, Frances felt as though she had given everything she had.
HUFF
HUFF
HUFF
Frances let out ragged breaths, falling against his chest as exhaustion began to creep in, her eyes fluttering shut.
As they rose, Frances found herself beneath Ricky, his gaze greedily fixed on her as both of her wrists were pinned to the floor.
"I'm going to f*cking ruin you, Frances." Ricky let out a breath, his body not satisfied and having this need to spill every last ounce of himself into her, his mind consumed by the desperate craving to claim her once more.
Frances could only stare up at him, her lips parted as drool dripped from the corners of her mouth, her body slick with sweat, each droplet clinging to her brown hair as it stuck to her flushed skin.
Her gaze was locked on him, helpless, as he slowly pulled his hips back, leaving her insides with an aching hollow feeling.
Until Ricky pulverized her insides with his next powerful thrust, her eyes going wide as her head pressing further against the floorboards, her neck arching in to look at the wall that hung one of her paintings.
CREAK
The floorboards shuddered beneath the punishing force that was slammed into Frances, her insides being reduced to mush as he had his complete way with her body.
"Ah~"
A hollowed stream of moans started to seep from her drooling lips, his cock reducing her mind to a mere broken record.
Her entire body was drenched in pleasure, every inch of her trembling with ecstasy under every single thrust rammed into her waist, but her eyes remained fixed on the painting before her.
The single bowl of fruit, ripe and dripping with sweetness, symbolizing what she had been reduced to this moment.
Then her body convulsed, spraying out a helping of her sweet nectar as Ricky sank his teeth into her, his canines leaving a delicate imprint on her nipple before he began to kiss it, teasing and claiming her all at once.
Everything blurred beneath the overwhelming pleasure, her body seemingly out of her own control under his cock, proning a spray of sweet nectar under every other thrust which drove her to the brink of madness.
Frances lost count of how many times she'd come, her body trembling, barely able to keep up as each second passed as the floorboards beneath her were soaked with her essence.
Her love juices seeped into the cracks, dripping inward as though to stain the very foundation of the house with her raw desire.
"Ah~"
Gazing down at Frances, her hollowed moans escaping with every thrust of his hips, each movement colliding into her drenched folds, he couldn't stop, consumed by the need to push further.
The warm, inviting feel of her walls gripped him as he forced himself deeper, her body unable to resist, enveloping him with a soft, wet embrace.
That was before the tightness seized him, not enough to feel suffocating, but more than enough to let Ricky experience the full ecstasy of filling her to the brim.
How he felt her insides utterly part just for him, seemingly splitting her apart before her walls formed around him and pieced themselves together.
Then, as if he couldn't feel any more, his cock twitched, signaling that he was nearing the edge, but Frances simply surrendered, accepting it all without hesitation.
CREAK
CREAK
CREAK
The pleasure mounted with every thrust, Ricky pushing himself harder with each movement, driven to outdo the last, consumed by the desperate need for more.
The floorboards creaked and groaned beneath him, soaked and strained, on the verge of giving out from the force of their union.
Frances had stopped moaning, her breath shallow, her insides reduced to mere past and nothing more than a pliable vessel for Ricky to empty himself into, her body at his mercy.
"Have~"
CREAK
"My~"
CREAK
"Bastards~" Ricky muttered, jam-packing every last bit of himself to the woman beneath him, feeling the rush of pleasure flood through him.
His cock erupted in a seismic proportion as his tip burst with his thick cum alongside a load that towered over the last serving already lodged deep within her.
Greedily claiming every inch of her, filling her with his baby batter, the weight of it all sealing her fate as both a mother and a future mistress.
"That's the money shot~" Ricky chuckled out, groaning while pulling out his cock which perked upwards once released, though his eyes were gazing down at the sight of his reckoning.
Frances, hollow-eyed and breathing heavily, felt his cock that had taken her insides into a strangle hold, finally release and loosen its grip on her stomach.
She didn't even care to glance down at her swollen, deformed pussy, too lost in the aftermath of it all.
Gaping and stretched to its limit, her folds had been permanently molded to fit his size, the searing pleasure engraved deep within her subconscious, a sensation that nothing would ever be able to surpass unless done by Ricky personally.
Sniff
"Huh?" Ricky's nose suddenly sniffed the air, the burning sensation filling his nose as his mind trailed off to figure out the cause only for something to appear to momentarily distract him.
DING
Author's Note: Sorry if it isn't up to par cause I wrote most of this when I was sick. I'll maek sure to do even better and try to improve my smut.
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章節 138: Chapter 133: The Path Forward
"Oh sh*t, my sauce!"
Ricky's head bolted up, the system window trailing behind him as he rushed downstairs to a trail of smoke.
[Mission Received: Frances Hutt]
Difficulty: Medium
Character Sheet: C+
Frances Hutt, the wife of Thomas Dewey, has long been the epitome of a devoted and loyal partner. As a stay-at-home wife, she has faithfully supported her husband's career and ambitions, standing by him through every challenge. Yet, the past few years have taken their toll on her. Dewey, consumed by his work and relentless in his pursuit to reclaim the success he once had, has distanced himself from Frances emotionally. Their home, once filled with shared conversations and mutual support, has become a place of isolation for her. In reality, Frances has been left to bear the weight of her loneliness in silence. She's given up her own desires, her own needs, for the sake of Dewey's ambitions. And as his work continues to pull him further away, Frances finds herself yearning for the attention, companionship, and love that has long been absent from her life.
Objective: Help Frances regain her lost wants and fulfill her unmet needs
Reward: 50,000 IP
Main Mission:
Impregnante Once:
Rewards: 100 Gacha or Frances Skill's
Impregnate Twice:
Rewards: ?????????
Additional Missions:
Have Frances Open herself up to you(Complete)
Reward: Rare Item Coupon
Impregnate Frances In Dewey's Home(Complete)
Reward: Epic Skill Coupon
Impregnate Frances In Dewey's office(Incomplete)
Reward: Epic Item Coupon
Bonus Missions:
Have Frances cum three times in one sitting(Complete)
Reward: +3 appearance
Make Frances cum with anything other than your dick(Complete)
Reward: +3 Charm
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BAM
"My sauce~" Ricky whined, hitting his head against the counter as his sauce, something he had dedicated so much time to, was ruined.
Still completely naked, Ricky raised his head to the system window since at least some good came out of all of this.
'Just give me my rewards.'
DING
Received:
(Epic Skill) Heightened Awareness: Allows the user not only to foresee threats but to fully assess the situation in slow motion, giving them time to plan their next move.
(Rare Item) Whistle Of Unbinding: A One Time Use item that, when blown, breaks any binding that encapsulates the user.
Ricky blinked a few times, his vision blurring momentarily as a sharp, burning sensation rippled across his face before it disappeared.
Feeling his cheek, Ricky nodded his head before dumping his sauce into the sink and trying not to look at it for the fear of a tear shedding at his ruined work.
'Man, feed heightened awareness-'
Thump
Ricky's heart pounded violently in his chest, each beat echoing like a war drum as if something deep within him was stirring.
But just as the sensation seemed ready to push him over the edge, to ignite something profound within him, it vanished without a trace.
[Heightened Awareness has been consumed and has meshed with The Unraveling Foretelling (formerly Defensive Precognition)]
DING
Temporal Insight: The user can foresee threats and assess situations as if time itself slows down, granting them the ability to plan and react with precision. However, their perception is warped by fragmented glimpses of possible futures, adding a layer of unpredictability to their foresight.
Abilities:
Distorted Vision of Fate: The user perceives unstable flashes of potential futures, each revealing imminent attacks, movements, or outcomes. These glimpses allow the user to react in ways that seem impossibly anticipatory, dodging or countering with preternatural accuracy.
Danger Reflexes: The user's reflexes are already heighted to an abnormal degree but in situations that even defy them, during critical moments, the user gains the advantage of thinking and acting as though every second stretches into minutes, turning complex decisions into split-second choices.
Then, suddenly, the pot tipped over, its descent pulling Ricky's attention with an almost magnetic force.
In that instant, the world around him seemed to decelerate, every movement stretching into surreal slow motion.
His eyes, now enveloped in a void-like hue, locked onto the falling object, capturing every detail as though time itself had yielded to his perception before he sought to reach out and act.
'Woah.' Ricky thought, holding the pot that barely left the kitchen top and placed it back onto it.
'This actually rules-'
BEEP
BEEP
"Dammit, my bread sticks!" Ricky's head jerked back, rushing away from his thoughts but the system window refused to go away still.
Ricky had yet to decide whether to accept his gacha or Frances' skills, but the latter couldn't care less; he was focused on salvaging the dinner that was quickly falling apart.
'I don't know, I guess Gacha-'
DING
[The threshold of 1,000 total gacha has been surpassed, unlocking the next phase]
"The wha-"
[From now on, gacha will be optimized due to the host continued progression through gacha]
[Standard draws will still be given that range from Common to &*^5+^$@, with decreasing odds for higher tiers]
[Gacha will now include guaranteed draws for every new mission the host undertakes. In addition to standard pulls, these guaranteed pulls will now be grouped together for convenience]
[Gacha pulls: Guaranteed Rewards
Common Gacha Pull: Guarantees a Common reward or higher.
Uncommon Gacha Pull: Guarantees an Uncommon reward or higher.
Rare Gacha Pull: Guarantees a Rare reward or higher.
Epic Gacha Pull: Guarantees an Epic reward or higher.
Legendary Gacha Pull: Guarantees a Legendary reward or higher.
Mythic Gacha Pull: Guarantees a Mythic reward.]
[Guaranteed pulls can be converted into the next branch, whereas standard pulls cannot]
[Pull Conversion System:
2 Common Gacha Pulls → 1 Uncommon Gacha Pull
4 Uncommon Gacha Pulls → 1 Rare Gacha Pull
6 Rare Gacha Pulls → 1 Epic Gacha Pull
8 Epic Gacha Pulls → 1 Legendary Gacha Pull
10 Legendary Gacha Pulls → 1 Mythic Gacha Pull]
[Finally with the option of guarantee pulls, probability has been tweaked:
Probability:
Common: 50→52%
Uncommon: 30→31%
Rare: 10%
Epic: 5→4%
Legendary: 4→2.5%
Mythic: 1→.5%]
[Introduction has ended]
"Uh, okay." Ricky looked at all the information with only two words to sum it up.
Munching on his charred breadstick, Ricky leaned back, flipping through the information with a rare moment of focus instead of his usual haphazard approach as the ruined breadstick hardly seemed to bother him while he continued to chew on it.
It wasn't exactly surprising that Ricky hadn't been relying on gacha much these days.
Most of the women he'd been involved with were already ridiculously powerful, making the allure of random skills and abilities less enticing to the upfront rewards.
Besides, winging it had always worked well enough, until now.
It might have seemed like a downgrade at first, but as Ricky read through the section that outlined guaranteed pulls alongside standard ones in mission rewards, his entire way of thinking was flipped upside down.
The revelation hit him like a wave: missions' difficulty would directly correlate with the quality of the rewards as the harder the mission, the better the rewards and thus, guaranteed pulls.
Instead of a bulk of standard pulls, guaranteed pulls would be alongside them to sway Ricky's thoughts from choosing abilities.
For the first time, Ricky found himself actually considering the choice between enhancing his arsenal of skills and abilities or taking the risk with guaranteed gacha pulls.
"Oh f*ck this, I gotta focus on dinner." Ricky waved his hand, dismissing the window since the 100 standard pulls were grandfathered in meaning it wouldn't take effect until the next mission, meaning he'd worry about it when he was there.
"Now, let's make some dinner."
1 hour later,
"So, the sauce and breadsticks were ruined, and I had to work with what I had." Ricky, completely naked except for an apron to cover himself, turned back to Frances, who let out a light laugh, shaking her head.
Frances tried to maintain her composure, but as her robe slipped down her supple shoulder, the hickeys left by Ricky sent a wave of heat through her.
The memory of the events that had left her barely able to walk resurfaced, making it harder to keep her mind off of it.
"R-Ricky, what we just did-"
"France's, don't worry." Ricky walked over to her, sitting down at her side as he gently adjusted a loose lock of hair, tucking it behind her ear before placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
"I'll take care of you." Ricky whispered, setting a light kiss on her cheek as the mere touch of him made her body form goosebumps.
"T-That's not it, I'm married and-" France's blushed fervently, trying to push Ricky away but he leaned in further, kissing her neck.
"Dewey isn't good enough for a gal like you. He won't give you a family, and even now, he can't even be here with you." Ricky's voice was akin to the devil's whisper, his hand slowly trekking down her body as she shivered at his touch.
"Let me take care of you, let me give you all the things he can't~" Ricky's hum coaxed a moan from Frances, who leaned into his embrace, a smile spreading across his face.
Picking her up, he walked back up the stairs and closed the door to the master bedroom as her breathy moans echoed through the night, while he continued to burn his sauce for the second time.
Meanwhile in the backstreets of D.C,
A figure clad in a trench coat moved through the shadowed alleyways, their steps steady and deliberate.
As they approached a metal door, the reflection in the dim light revealed piercing yellow eyes, Raven.
Knock
Knock
Suddenly, the peephole on the door slid open, revealing three eyes that stared down at the visitor. They squinted before the hole closed again. A moment later, the door creaked open, and a burly man with three eyes gestured for Raven to enter as she steadied her gaze and walked forward.
Walking down the steps, Raven reached another door, which was opened by a blind, blurry-eyed man as he revealed to her an underground sanctuary beyond.
Although mutants were a rare and often elusive sight, their numbers always seemed to remain a fraction compared to those of regular humans, but the balance of power shifted in the 1920s.
A sudden and inexplicable surge of mutations began to take place, sparking what could only be described as a mutant boom.
However, this unprecedented rise in mutant numbers also sparked an equally unparalleled wave of fear.
As mutants began to reveal themselves, the growing anxiety among the public became palpable, with many fearing the unknown power that these individuals possessed.
The sudden influx of mutants, once a hidden part of society, only intensified the paranoia surrounding them.
As a result, the mutant population, already accustomed to the shadows, retreated even further into the underground, pulling away from the spotlight and hiding from those who sought to control or eradicate them.
As a result, mutant communes and gatherings began to form in highly populated areas, and one of them was located here.
Hidden beneath the bustling streets of Washington D.C., within a network of tunnels and chambers repurposed from an abandoned subway system, one of these communes awaited Raven as the name, bold and unmistakable, greeted her as she stepped inside.
'The Sanctuary'
Established in the late 1920s by a coalition of mutants and sympathetic humans, the Sanctuary was born out of necessity as anti-mutant sentiment grew in the United States.
As the Great Depression deepened, the organization sought to provide a safe haven for those who were persecuted for their abilities, offering a refuge for mutants to escape the dangers of the outside world of the political center of the U.S.
The Sanctuary is a bustling underground community filled with various mutant individuals from different backgrounds, each contributing their skills and talents.
The tunnels are decorated with vibrant murals created by artistic mutants, depicting their stories and struggles.
Makeshift living quarters are set up in the chambers, creating a sense of community among the residents.
Within the Sanctuary, mutants can find safety, companionship, and resources to help them thrive.
There's a communal kitchen where residents share meals, and a small library filled with books about history, politics, and the mutant experience.
Training rooms are also available, allowing mutants to hone their abilities in a safe environment, with older, experienced mutants mentoring the younger ones.
However, this place wasn't the safe haven it was preached to be.
Raven knew the truth, this establishment was merely a breeding ground for a power-hungry mutant.
Walking past the unsuspecting faces that were unknowingly being bred to be cannon fodder, Raven reached a door that swung open before her.
She stepped inside, her gaze landing on the figure she had come for and there, in the dim light, stood a man cloaked in shadow.
His entire body was a hollow silhouette, with nothing visible except for a pair of floating red eyes.
'Oh Raven, how wonderful it is to see you once again, please take a seat.' The man stretched out his shadowy hands, his red floating eyes forming crescent moons as Raven slowly took a seat across from him.
"Hello, Elias," Raven said, squinting her eyes as his words echoed in her mind, but the sight of the two hollow figures standing at the side, their eyes bleeding, drowned out everything else.
Throughout her long history in this world, Raven had come to know not only many influential figures in history but also numerous powerful mutants, with Elias being one of the most notable.
Elias was an immortal mutant, his powers shrouded in mystery even to the inner circle of the community.
Once the Black King of the Hellfire Club, he had lost his title to a man named Sebastian Shaw and in a bold attempt to reclaim his position, Elias was banished from the club.
His resources and allies were stripped away, casting him into hiding, where he eventually resurfaced in the political heart of America.
However, instead of gathering mutants by force, Elias could only exert his power through telepaths.
Once a telepath is under his possession, he can use that telepath to possess others, but that raises the question of how he possesses the first telepath.
'I haven't seen you in ninety years, so it's a pleasure to see you suddenly arrive at my new dwelling, especially after how you left things with the Hellfire Club,' Elias said, leaning back in his chair. His eyes locked onto Raven with intrigue before he leaned in, his gaze intensifying.
'Or is this about the new fascination within the mutant scene? Perhaps, Ricky Luciano?' Elias' eyes gleamed with glee, sensing the truth in Raven's cold, disdainful look as he knew he was right almost immediately.
'Ah, it is.' Elias said, his voice dripping with amusement.
'Now I'm barely hanging on the edge of my seat. Please, don't make me wait any longer.' Elias's chuckle echoed inside Raven's skull as she adjusted herself, her patience wearing thin.
"I've been out of touch recently," Raven began, her voice steady, maintaining her composure in front of a man who revels in making others uncomfortable.
"I'm here to ask if you're still a broker, or if you know anyone who-"
'Raven, let's be honest with ourselves. Is anyone truly better than me?' Elias said, gesturing to his own shadowy figure as his eyes shifted, forming into crescent moons as he leaned forward, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips if he had lips to begin with.
"No, no there is not," Raven replied calmly, her gaze unwavering as she addressed the man who had managed to gather over a hundred mutants in an era where finding even twenty would have been an achievement.
'Now, what can I do for you?'
"I want your help in starting a march that would draw more attention to this trial." Raven said, her voice serious and deliberate but Elias, however, laughed as if the very idea were absurd.
'And why would I ever do something as stupid as that?'
'I thrive in places where mutants are hated, so I can collect them and indulge my desire to breed more telepaths,' Elias said, his gaze fixed on Raven as if the idea she presented was the stupidest thing he had ever heard.
"Because Ricky's mutant power is strong enough to warrant consideration for the Hellfire Club," Raven revealed as Elias's mocking gaze instantly froze, his expression shifting.
"And you should know that with the Ebony Blade, he can be considered on of the strongest mutants in the world and with a strong mutant comes-"
'The Hellfire Club.' Elias squinted, remaining still as he looked at Raven.
'So you want me to risk everything I've been cultivating for the last fifty years to back someone who's barely a passable mobster?' Elias said, revealing the extent of what he knew about Ricky.
His words hinted at his mastery of information gathering, subtly asserting his position as one of the best within the mutant community.
"He's strong, he's dedicated, and he has solid backing with significant potential for growth. Is that not everything you need to return to the Hellfire Club?" Raven asked, her tone steady as Elias squeezed his shadowy fist, the tension evident, before slowly releasing it.
'Fine.'
"Good I'll-"
'After I meet him.'
"That's not-"
'I wasn't asking, he wants my help, then he can come here and ask for himself.' Elias stood up, gesturing towards the door.
'Now, if you excuse me, I have things to attend to.' Elias shooed Raven away, the woman squinting at him before walking out of the office.
Once she finished speaking, Elias glanced to the side as his telepaths quietly walked away, and then the shadowy figure slid a folder across the table, its cover marked with the name 'Ricky Luciano'.
'What a mess this fellow is, well, all the more.'
The next day,
In the early morning, humming a tune as he walked toward the dilapidated motel he was staying at, Ricky's eyes suddenly caught sight of Jake moving off to the side.
Although he wanted to trust him and go about his day, something made him follow Jake down the street, eventually turning into an alley.
'No, Jake don't tell me-'
"You sell the stuff here?" Jake asked, scratching his neck as he addressed a man propped up against the wall.
Though his body wasn't showing signs of withdrawal, his mind wasn't immune to the gnawing obsession, a fact that seemed to drive him crazy with each passing moment.
Addiction was just as mental as it was physical, maybe even more so, and Jake couldn't take it any longer with all this downtime.
While Asterion roamed around the city, taking in the sights, and the others passed the time with card games, Marshall agonized over the case and Jake was left all alone.
Ricky had run off with a girl, which wasn't anything new, but Jake just couldn't bring himself to fill the void.
Instead, he found himself once again in a back alley, the familiar, oppressive weight of his thoughts closing in.
It wasn't about the high anymore; it was about the void, the space inside his mind where the addiction had once lived, gnawing at the edges of his thoughts.
Jake had tried his hardest to fill his time with menial tasks and distractions, trying to occupy himself with others, but it was never enough as the pressure had built up, and he had finally reached his limit.
"It's five bucks-"
BAM
A fist slammed into the dealer's jaw, his eyes rolling back before his body went limp and was tossed aside like a ragdoll.
Before Jake could react, he was slammed into the wall, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun.
But then, he froze since there, standing before him, was Ricky, his gaze cold and furious.
"S-Slick-"
"What happened to staying clean? Wanting to get better, huh?!" Ricky yelled at Jake, his frustration boiling over as his face flickered with emotion, cracking under the weight of his own anger as he stared at Jake, waiting for an answer.
"I-I can't, I just can't-"
BAM
In the next second, Jake's face was clocked, sending him crashing to the floor.
As he lay there, a surge of anger ripped through him, and he gazed up at Ricky, his hand pressed against his throbbing cheek.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO LETTING ME MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS, SAYING THAT YOU'D LET ME-"
"I F*CKING LIED, THERE WAS NO WAY IN HELL I WAS GOING TO LET YOU GO DOWN THAT ROAD AND I WOULD'VE FORCED YOU EITHER WAY!" Ricky yelled back at Jake, his voice laced with fury as he knew he couldn't let him wander down the path of self-destruction, no matter the cost.
It had all been a lie, a facade Ricky had put up to give Jake the illusion of making his own choice on the road to recovery.
But deep down, Ricky knew that even if Jake had rejected him from the start, he would have found him anyway and forced him into sobriety.
"I JUST CAN'T DO ANYMORE, I NEED IT RICKY-I-I need it, please." Jake's voice was spiraling into a tremble, grabbing Ricky's pant leg and begging.
"I can't do this, I'm not strong like you and-"
"Jake, look at me," Ricky said, kneeling down in front of him with an understanding expression.
Ricky saw no other option; he didn't want to mess with his friend's mind, but at that moment, he saw no other choice in the matter before drawing back his fist.
BAM
GASP
Jake's eyes suddenly shot open, his gaze darting around the room as he rubbed his head, trying to make sense of what had happened.
Confusion clouded his mind as he tried to recall the events, only to be met with a vague, almost fake memory of hitting the door and then passing out.
Knock
Knock
"Hey, dumbass, did you wake up yet?" Ricky asked, though he opened the door anyway as he found Jake sitting there, still confused, munching on a burrito like nothing had happened.
"W-What happened?"
"You tripped and fell. Chester found you sprawled out on your floor, and I thought you got high again, but your stupidity just got the best of you and you fell on your face." Ricky spoke through a mouthful of burrito, pointing his thumb at the crow, who lazily held up his wing in acknowledgment.
"F*ck off." Jake chuckled, rubbing his head before wincing slightly from the pain.
"Here." Ricky handed him a spare burrito, sitting down in a nearby chair as Jake stared at it for a moment, his mind still hazy from the confusion.
"How are you feeling? That bruise you got there is a nasty one." Ricky munched on his burrito, pointing it at Jake's head as he watched him closely.
"I-I feel fine?" Jake muttered, seemingly asking himself as that shackling burden that had loomed over his mind, the craving for a high, suddenly vanished.
He felt an odd sense of peace settle over him, as if a weight had been lifted, leaving him in a quiet, unexpected calm.
"Uh, okay." Ricky stood up, playing it cool as he patted Jake's shoulder.
"You need anything?" Ricky asked, raising an eyebrow, trying to hide the concern in his tone while Jake just leaned back on the bed, taking a bite of his burrito, before shaking his head slightly.
"No, I don't think I do." Jake let out a small laugh, feeling a sense of clarity he hadn't experienced in a long time.
For the first time since Ricky had found him in that hellhole, he didn't crave the high, and it allowed him to finally relax, his mind feeling less tangled as he closed his eyes with a comforting smile.
Ricky gazed at him for a while, his expression softening before he silently walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
He took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment settle in, a quiet relief washing over him as he stepped into the hallway with Chester following behind him.
"Are you sure that was the wisest decision, it would've been better for him to overcome that feet himself and gain the resolve-"
"I know, and it was selfish of me to do it." Ricky walked forward, his tone heavier as he spoke while Chester flapped his wings from the side, following him closely, almost as he was his conscience.
"But what was I supposed to do-"
"Help him as his friend, not merely use a power to 'fix' him." Chester's words gnawed at Ricky, making him stop in his tracks before turning back to his familiar.
"I tried it's just that-"
"You're too busy." Chester finished his sentence, his eyes locking onto Ricky with a knowing look.
It was true since Ricky had been overwhelmed with everything, and Chester could see it clearly.
"Being a good friend is about making time, amidst the chaos, and-"
"I honestly don't think I've been a good friend to Jake, Chester, in fact, sometimes I feel like Jake would've been better off without me as a friend." Ricky's tone was somber, his gaze flickering dowards before sighing as he leaned on the railing.
"I'm the one who dragged him into my club business, got him hooked on drugs, and then left." Ricky's voice was low, heavy with guilt as he spoke to Chester as the crow remained silent, watching him with an almost solemn gaze.
Ricky slowly turned his focus to the railing, his eyes following the crowd picketing outside the motel.
"And I keep telling myself that I'm going to be better, act better, but I didn't mean it in the way most people think." Ricky continued, his voice heavy with a bitter truth.
"I meant that I was going to do it my way." Ricky's eyes were resolute as he turned to face Chester, who simply remained silent, the weight of Ricky's words settling between them.
"If my decision ends up being the wrong one, then I'm prepared to live with it," Ricky said, his voice steady and serious as he tapped the railing, his gaze fixed on the ground ahead.
"But I don't want to act a certain way just because others think it's the best choice. I live with the choices I make and I'm gonna live with this." Ricky turned his back to Chester, the weight of his words lingering in the air as the crow remained silent, looking down in quiet contemplation.
"What about free will, what about Jake's will?" Chester asked, looking back up at Ricky who slowly came to a stop as he laughed.
"Free will is only for the strong, and Jake showed he wasn't strong enough." Ricky said with a cold laugh, the words leaving his mouth heavier than he intended.
A flicker of disappointment crossed his face, not just for Jake, but for himself as he paused for a moment, the weight of his statement sinking in, before he walked forward, the resolve in his steps unwavering despite the conflict in his mind.
Honestly, Ricky knew he was a mess, a case that took another lifetime to just pull himself together.
But he couldn't help but wonder, if those who had loved him in his past life, truly cared about him, had possessed his power, would they have used it to erase the trauma that haunted him?
Maybe they wouldn't be able to, unable to stomach the thought of toying with his mind but Ricky was different.
Ricky was slowly beginning to understand what true power meant, a realization that had been unfolding over time throughout his life.
At first, he grasped the allure of power in his youth, recognizing what it could provide, a system that enveloped him, offering something that others could only dream of.
Then it evolved.
Slowly, Ricky realized that what the Luciano family had given him, simply by existing as Lucky's son, was the power of notoriety, a strength he had suddenly thirsted for, only to be cast aside.
Then, upon reaching his lowest point, Ricky learned the true cost of improvement, the effort it took to grow, not just as a person, but as someone capable of becoming stronger through body and will.
However, through everything he had learned and all the tribulations he faced, Ricky was finally beginning to understand what true power really was, what true power meant to him.
But in his relentless thirst for power, he began to fully appreciate the system that had granted him everything.
Although he had taken it for granted in the past, he now realized he was still underutilizing its full potential.
Ricky understood this deeply as he knew that if he truly focused, all the power he craved could be his.
But he wasn't just aiming for power within the system anymore, he was trying to build something beyond it, something that the system couldn't reward him with.
He had to win this trial, something outside the realm of the established order.
It was a test of his will, a challenge that would define his true strength, and he knew that achieving it would require more than just the system's advantages.
Ricky had his mind set on manipulating the highest powers in the land, finding the Supreme Court justices and bending them to his will.
He wasn't going to leave something this critical to chance but just as his thoughts hardened into a plan, Raven appeared in his line of sight.
"Ricky, I think I found someone who can help you," Raven revealed, her voice laced with a hint of excitement. Ricky's curiosity piqued, and he put on a smile, though inwardly, a sigh escaped him.
'Don't tell me she actually found someone to do the job I wanted her to ask for.' Ricky inwardly sighed, opened his arms, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
"Then lead the way, baby." Ricky's smile remained as he slid his hand down her back, his touch both confident and familiar as he cupped her ass, she swatted his chest playfully.
Ricky followed Raven to the side, where the sanctuary awaited and as they descended into the underground lair, he took in the sight of the hidden refuge, a place where mutants gathered and lived outside the reach of society.
At first, most of them remained unaware of his presence but as soon, as the first pair of eyes locked onto him, a ripple of recognition spread like wildfire.
A swarm of whispers followed in the wake of his steps, the air thick with murmured conversations and speculative glances.
Arriving at the office, Ricky's heightened awareness kicked in, his senses sharpening to a degree he'd never felt before.
A mental shield materialized around his mind, a defense he'd developed instinctively and in his hand, the Chastefold appeared.
BAM
Kicking down the door, Ricky's body pulsed in his sovereign aura, rippling a green hue as he looked at the intruder who had tried to enter into his mind.
Elias' eyes widened at this response, holding up his ethereal shadowy hands in surrender before he gestured to the women bleeding at his side.
"I did not mean my actions as offensive." Elias spoke, his voice calm yet tinged with amusement but he wasn't speaking himself but through his human conduits.
"I was merely trying to talk since I am but a pair of floating eyes and thus rely on telepaths to communicate. But I must say, I had no idea you commanded your barriers in such a way." Elias's eyes curved into crescent moons, a silent expression of delight at Ricky's impressive defensive capabilities.
"Yeah, well, I'm not fond of people poking around in my mind." Ricky said with a sigh, holding up his hand to Elias.
The ebony blade at his side gave off an almost mocking presence, but he simply tapped its handle, subtly apologising for calling the spear instead of unsheathing it.
"So I assumed you know why I asked to meet you here?" Elias said through the telepath, Ricky sitting down in front of him while staring at the floating pair of red eyes.
"Cause you want to lead the foundation, right?" Ricky said suddenly with Raven's eyes widening, her gaze shifting to the side, caught off guard by his directness.
"Ricky-"
"Listen, even if Raven vouches for you, I already have someone in mind and I don't want to get your hopes up." Ricky scoffed, crossing his arms as it was Elias' turn to become confused.
"Pardon?"
"Didn't Raven come to you about the foundation-"
"Ricky, that wasn't what this was for!" Raven exclaimed, her face flushing with embarrassment.
Elias raised his pair of eyes, observing the unfamiliar expression on the woman before him, never seeing her in all of his time in knowing this elusive figure made such an expression.
"Oh, wait, what?" Ricky asked, now just as confused as Elias, causing both mutants to turn toward Raven, who coughed awkwardly, avoiding their gazes.
"Elias here is an old acquaintance of mine who acted as my mutant broker while we were in the Hellfire Club together." Raven introduced, with Elias bowing slightly as Ricky crossed his legs.
"Raven, why am I here?" Ricky asked with a light sigh, clearly confused as to why this man was in front of him if it wasn't for his foundation.
"Elias is a very prominent member of the mutant community, whether through the underworld or the more legitimate side." Raven explained, trying to help Ricky who had a frown on his face while looking at this entire misunderstanding unfold into the situation it was now.
'Jesus christ, Raven.' Ricky thought, knowing he should've just outwardly said he wanted her as the head of the foundation instead of hinting at it before.
"So am I hiring this thing to be a advisor or-"
"You're going to hire me because I can win you your little trial after I pull all the favors I've built up here." Elias leaned forward, clearly delighted to steer the conversation in this direction.
"Listen, Ricky, I have a lot of enemies due to my endless ambition, but it's these same ambitions that led to my downfall," Elias said, showing his vulnerabilities in an effort to let Ricky lower his guard.
"I've now ended up in a place that isn't where I belong, and that's where you come in," Elias continued, his shadowy hands gesturing toward Ricky.
All while Ricky sat on the chair clearly unamused and with a slouching form, deadpanning at a pair of floating red eyes who were already making demands of him.
"I'm going to support you, and then you'll get me back into the Hellfire Club-where are you going?" Elias started only to shift his words into a question, standing up in surprise as he saw Ricky turning to leave.
"I'm really not sorry because this is ridiculous, I'm leaving." Ricky's words shocked not only Elias, but Raven.
"Ricky, is there a problem, Elias is someone who could-"
"Raven, taking away from the fact that he or it is incredibly f*cking annoying, that's a floating pair of eyes in a shadow." Ricky said, gesturing toward Elias as the latter squinted at the remark, clearly annoyed by the insult.
"And secondly, I don't need help winning the trial. I just need to find the justices and sway them," Ricky said, waving Elias away ast he shadowy figure merely scoffed through his telepathic connection.
"The president has-"
"Tucked them away, yeah, I already guessed as much since the guy has had it out for me since this whole thing started." Ricky finished Elias' words only for the shadow man to stand up.
"Your life might've been cut and dry when you were the Black Knight, but here it's different. You need me," Elias's words made Ricky stop at the door as Raven sighed, rubbing her forehead as Ricky slowly turned around.
"Oh no-" Raven sighed, only for her words to be interrupted by a shrewd remark.
"You're f*cking kidding me, right?" Ricky couldn't help but laugh, looking at this floating appendage with a mocking expression.
"I, me, Ricky Luciano, need you?" Ricky asked before slowly walking over to Elias who stood his ground.
"Yes, you do." Elias stared at him dead in his green eyes, unmoving as Ricky raised his gaze.
"How would I ever need you?" Ricky's eyes were cold, gazing down at Elias who simply spread his hands.
"Because power is a curious thing." Elias' words made Ricky frown, looking upon the figure who gripped his hands.
"Are you fond of riddles?" Elias asked, maintaining his cool and uncaring figure while Ricky stared at him with an impassive gaze.
"Three great men sit in a room; a king, a priest, and a rich man." Elias continued on, trying to drive down his point but it was only Raven that saw that this wasn't going to go in his favor.
"Between them stands a regular mercenary, each man bids the mercenary to kill the other two. Who lives and who dies?" Elias asked Ricky who squinted his eyes as the mutant shook his pair of eyes.
"You're no fun, but alas I'll skip to the point." Elias tone was almost mocking, unknowingly digging his grave even deeper.
"Power resides where men believe it resides, why do you think I've shacked up here in the center of the political world?" Elias spread his hands, gesturing all around him.
"It's all a trick, a shadow on the wall and even a pair of floating red eyes can cast a very large shadow." Elias eyes locked onto Ricky's being, looking at him with a fierce intensity.
"And sooner or later, the Hellfire Club will attempt to lure you into their grasp. You have no idea what they're capable of, what they can do. You'll need the power I possess, whether you want it or not." Elias continued to stare at Ricky, the silence thick in the room until a wave of green energy pulsed through the air, vibrating the walls.
WHOOSH
GASP
In a mere instant, a wave of green energy pulsed through the room, forcing Elias to his knee's as his red eyes widened.
It wasn't any physical weight that forced him down, but the sheer power of Ricky's resolve, pressing down onto him and everyone in the room like the might of a sovereign.
The atmosphere seemed to thicken, and even those who were normally impervious to such pressure felt its grip like Raven.
The energy never reached her as Ricky controlled it but even so, even when standing apart from the chaos, she felt suffocated by the sheer intensity.
Watching with widened eyes as Elias's telepathic defenses crumbled under the crushing force of Ricky's unwavering determination.
THUMP
Elias's telepaths crumbled to the floor, their bodies limp and weak under the oppressive force of Ricky's presence.
Elias himself struggled to keep his own body from slamming into the ground, his breath shallow as he barely managed to lift his head as his eyes met Ricky's, hollow and unblinking, as the weight of Ricky's will bore down on him.
Ricky wasn't even touching him, not using any of his powers.
It was all the manifestation of his killing intent and unyielding resolve, manifesting into his mutant ability that made the air thick, with a single suffocating promise of destruction.
"Listen dipstick, I get that I walked into your little town or hidden city or whatever you tell everyone around you to make yourself seem strong." Ricky's eyes were a shimmering green, his voice calm as he bent down to look Elias right in the eye.
"Even now, you've probably built a sizable amount of wealth and power if you're surrounded by mutants and I can respect that." Ricky then reached forward, his hands penetrating the shadow form as he latched onto the floating red eyes.
"What I can't respect is how you drag me all the way down here to not only demand things out of me, but threaten me in the process." Ricky squeezed, watching the shadowy figure tremble as he leaned in closer.
"So let me speak to you in a way that will get it across this stupid pair of floating eyes." Ricky grabbed the pair, pulling them to look right into his own green eyes before starting.
"There's three men who always mouth off to anyone who will listen about what they think true power is." Ricky's voice was cold and yet, a smile extended across his face.
"One says, 'True power comes to those who will do anything to achieve it.''" Ricky began, his tone dripping with mockery, his eyes narrowing as he spoke the first phrase.
"The other says, 'Knowledge, the idea of pushing past the boundaries of our thoughts and what we think is possible, that is true power.' And finally, 'Power is through the words we convey and how well we can spin them into our own ideals.'" Ricky leaned forward slightly, his voice growing colder as he addressed Elias in a riddle.
"Now, which one is real power?" Ricky asked Elias, squeezing down on the pair of floating pair of eyes.
"Come on, what's the answer?" Ricky asked with a laugh, squeezing the pair of eyes while exuding even more of his sovereign aura to press against his telepaths so that they cannot speak.
"Power is power."
It was such a simple statement, one that literally anyone could've come up with and yet, it was what Ricky believed.
To Ricky, true power isn't about the way it's acquired, or the method used to manipulate it.
Power simply is.
It is the force that compels change, that crushes opposition, and what shapes destinies.
Everything else; the ambition, the knowledge, the words, were merely tools to grasp and hold onto power.
But in the end, power itself needed no justification or explanation.
Power is power.
Power exists beyond the need for reason and transcends the boundaries of morality, of right and wrong.
It's not something that seeks clarification, something that doesn't ask for permission, nor does it seek approval.
In Ricky's eyes, true power is the driving force that molds everything to its will and to him, it doesn't need validation because it is the force that dictates reality.
Whether it's earned through sacrifice or seized in a moment of brilliance, power is constant.
The world may try to define it, confine it, or reshape it into something palatable, but at its core, it remains unchanged.
For Ricky, power isn't a goal or a tool to be honed into some idealized form, it's simply something to acquire, to grasp more of, and to accumulate.
It is neither defined nor shaped by any external philosophy or virtue, it is an end unto itself.
Power is not something he seeks to understand or perfect; it's something he endlessly desires and takes for his own, without need for justification or meaning.
For him, the pursuit of more power is the only truth that matters.
"You're right, I don't know what that club is capable of nor do I know how they act, but at the same time, you're words don't make any f*cking sense." Ricky said, slamming the pair of eyes onto the floor as the shadowy figure was forced to grovel at his feet.
"If power is a trick, something you convey to others and convince them of it, then how am I holding your life forcefully in my hands, how is this a trick?" Ricky asked, speaking of his words from earlier as Elias could only listen to what he had to say.
"But let's skip that, let's just skip all the riddle bullsh*t and get down to the barebones of it." Ricky then released his grip on the pair of eyes but the aura pulsating from him never ceased.
"So let introduce myself, I'm a f*cking mobster not just some powered schmuck like the others you got laying around here, I do whatever it takes to make a profit not to keep myself safe." Ricky stood over Elias, the pair of eyes trying to raise itself only to be pushed down by the force of the will towering above it.
"And on top of that, I'm not some hero or righteous figure trying to do the right thing," Ricky scoffed, his voice dripping with contempt.
"No, I do whatever benefits me." Ricky paused, letting the weight of his words settle.
"So now that you know me, the real me," Ricky continued, his eyes narrowing,
"I'm going to release these damn floating eyeballs and the weak telepaths. And when I do, if I don't get the goddamn respect I deserve, I'll make your eyes watch as I slaughter every single mutant in this place. And once it's burned into your retinas, I'll crush you into mush." Ricky then waved his hand, releasing his sovereign pressure as the room fell into a tense silence, the oppressive force hanging in the air as everyone stood frozen.
"Ricky I-"
"We'll talk later." Ricky shot a pointed look at Raven, clearly frustrated. She fell silent, rubbing her arm, knowing she had pushed him too far.
"I suppose I wasn't the most courteous in my greeting and introductions." Elias said with a telepathic sigh, his shadowy form slowly regaining composure.
"For that, I apologize." Elias' eyes shook, his shadowy figure still trembling as he sought to regain his composure along with his telepaths that spoke for him at the side.
"Can we start over, please?" Elias changed his tone into something more respectable and Ricky merely gazed at him before shifting his view to Raven.
Sigh
"Fine, one more chance, since Raven vouched for you," Ricky said, his tone casual while indirectly telling him it was all for Raven's sake.
"But if you start going off on some stupid tangent about how I need you or how I'm useless, I'll burn this place to the ground." Ricky flopped down into the chair, gesturing toward Elias as if he were dismissing the matter entirely.
"The hellfire club requires power-"
"Oh Jesus christ." Ricky sighed even heavier, hitting his head against the headrest before turning his gaze back down to him.
"Listen, I don't give a damn about the Hellfire Club or whatever little gathering they've got going on. Right now, I've got bigger things on my plate," Ricky stated plainly, making it clear that while he was aware of the club's presence, his current focus was on something far more pressing.
"But I don't even know you, and sure, Raven might think highly of you, but for me? You've got to prove yourself." Ricky asserted, taking control of the situation and leaving Elias in the backseat.
"No offense, Elias, but from where I'm sitting, I don't see any use in having your support," Ricky said, lying through his teeth.
Deep down, he knew that funneling these mutants into his foundation and assessing their potential for his family was exactly what he needed, which only made him want Elias' help even more.
But he wasn't going to give him that advantage, not a single inch.
Ricky was determined to break him down, just like Lucky always did with the guys sitting on the other side of the table.
No sympathy, no concessions but just pure control, and a steady drive to keep Elias guessing.
"I already have a lot on my plate, and another rich guy with a mysterious background won't help me." Ricky spread out his hands, making it clear that he wasn't in the mood for another person like Elias, someone who thought their wealth and shadows held all the answers.
"So if you really want a partnership for your revenge or schemes, or whatever hard-on you have for that little club, I need proof that you're actually able to support me, that you're useful instead of all talk." Ricky's mobster personality kicked in, his demeanor shifting as the shadow broker appeared by his side.
Elias, ever the opportunist, could sense the opening Ricky was giving him as his interest piqued, he leaned forward, intrigued by what was propositioned before him.
"And how would you provide adequate proof that my support is detrimental?" Elias leaned back, gesturing toward Ricky with a thoughtful expression, his tone laced with curiosity with a hidden blade behind his pupils.
"How about this," Ricky said, his voice low and firm.
"You say that you have the connections and the wealth, then prove it." Ricky leaned back slightly, the weight of his words hanging in the air.
It was a risky move, but after Elias had brought up the Hellfire Club, everything had changed.
Ricky knew the Hellfire Club all too well and only brushed it off to dissuade that he even cared for it since everything before him pointed to Elias being a snake.
Ricky remembered that club, remembering Abraham who had spoken about it, especially about the woman named Selene.
The way Abraham talked about her was filled with a mix of awe and fear, and Ricky had learned to listen carefully to those kinds of warnings.
Selene was powerful enough to make even someone like Abraham still up straight, comparing her almost instantly to Dracula himself.
But Ricky wasn't about to let that intimidate him nor would he give Elias a leg up on him.
No, he was pretending to be uninterested, as if he didn't care about the power or the influence that came with the Hellfire Club.
But deep down, he knew how crucial it was.
Ricky was well aware of his current shortage of mutants and how they had migrated out of New York with the arrival of the mob.
His plan was to gather more, to expand his reach and power, and if Elias had the right connections, he would want him in his corner.
But Ricky also knew that desperation was a fatal flaw in negotiations sicne if you came across as too eager, too needy, you lost the game.
So, he had to be the opposite of desperate, he needed to be so indifferent, so impervious to whatever Elias might offer, that Elias would be the one to scramble for Ricky's approval, to prove his worth.
It's why he became so hostile, showing himself as a brute to dissuade Elias that he had any deeper inquiries about him.
Ricky wasn't interested in flaunting his need; instead, he would play it cool, detached, as if he didn't even care about the opportunity Elias presented.
The more he made Elias think he wasn't impressed, the harder Elias would work to prove himself.
From the first glance, Ricky could tell Elias was a leader, but Ricky understood something most people didn't: leaders rarely follow.
The trick wasn't to command them to follow, but to lead them under the facade of them constantly proving yourself.
It was how Lucky always kept the Commission in check, by consistently one-upping them or displaying indifference, making them chase his pace in a constant effort to prove they wouldn't be left behind.
Ricky wasn't going to give Elias a chance to lead him, but he was going to put himself in a position where Elias felt compelled to follow.
The more Ricky showcased his own power, his own worth, the deeper Elias would dig himself into Ricky's orbit, until he was so entangled, there would be no escape.
"If the ruling goes in my favor and Dewey is found guilty, I'll not only accept your support and guidance, but I'll even kill the bastard who put you in this hole." Ricky said, spreading his arms. Elias's eyes narrowed, a spark of interest flickering in them as he leaned in, intrigued by the offer.
"I am to assume there is a price for failing?" Elias pondered out loud, squinting his eyes at Ricky who smiled warmly.
"Of course, you need to offer collateral in case you fail."
"Then I have a vast sum-"
"No, I can tell that money doesn't mean anything to you," Ricky said, leaning forward, his eyes sharp and a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he locked eyes with Elias.
"I can see that you value your little toys over there and the people who probably worship the ground you stand on." Ricky said, his voice a mix of mockery and understanding since he could relate, valuing people more than money unless the money was too good to be true.
"The deal is simple," Ricky continued, his tone cold and deliberate.
"I'll wait right here, in your little safe space, surrounded by your toys, until the results come in. And if you fail." Ricky let the words trail off, deliberately leaving them vague, leaning back in his chair with a confident smirk.
"Well, I'm guessing you get the bloody picture if you've heard about what happened to the KKK," Ricky hinted, his gaze unwavering as he watched Elias's eyes squint tighter.
Elias's finger tapped lightly on the desk, but the sound was eerily absent, just like the tension building in the room.
"Deal," Elias said, standing up and extending his hand and Ricky reciprocated the gesture, shaking his hand firmly, sealing their unspoken agreement.
Ricky wasn't entirely wrong in his assessment since Elias had spent years hiding, building his strength, and plotting his revenge.
But even with the power he'd amassed, it had never been enough as he needed someone to really tip the scales, someone who could help him take down the one who had put him in this hole.
After witnessing a glimpse of Ricky's potential, Elias had realized he might have found the person he'd been searching for all along.
Though his stance was still one of wariness, his distrust evident, Elias knew that for now, they shared a common goal, and that was enough.
"I'll start immediately," Elias said, his voice calm and resolute and without another word, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Ricky alone with his thoughts.
Elias first had to notify his direct line of people, but once that was done, he seemed to disappear into thin air, leaving Ricky in charge.
The shift was seamless, and soon, the room filled with people approaching him with various inquiries.
However, as time passed, the buzz of activity gradually subsided and Ricky took the opportunity to slip away from the crowd and walked over to where Raven stood, observing him with quiet intensity.
"Ricky, let me explain-"
"You said that this person was someone for my foundation-"
"I didn't say that though you just assumed-"
"Raven." Ricky's voice was low and serious as he approached her, his hand instinctively pulling her closer.
"Tell me what's wrong. Why did you go through all of this?" Ricky asked, his eyes searching hers, knowing that the only thing he'd asked of her was to help with the foundation, not the trial.
"I-I-"
SIGH
"I just wanted to help, alright?" Raven looked away, Ricky singing while caressing her orange hair.
"I thought that he could help you more than me and-......I don't know." Raven tried to explain but the words really didn't make any sense, restuling in her ducking her head.
The entire situation with the foundation left Raven's head spinning as the position that had seemed perfectly tailored for her only amplified her sense of inadequacy, reducing her to a fumbling woman in front of Ricky.
"Come here." Ricky whispered softly, pulling her closer and wrapping his arms around her. Raven slowly nestled into his chest, her body relaxing against him.
"Part of it might have been my fault," Rickycontinued, his voice gentle but sincere.
"But when I asked you if you knew anybody, I was sort of joking. I wanted you to say yourself," Ricky explained softly, his lips brushing the top of her head as she squeezed his shirt, her fingers clenching tighter around his back.
"I wasn't gonna give that job to anyone other than you. It was always for you," Ricky whispered, his voice filled with sincerity, making it clear that this time, there was no misunderstanding.
"I want you in my life, and I want you by my side, so just give it to me straight," Ricky changed his tone, sensing Raven's hesitation as he gently cupped her cheek, lifting her gaze to meet his, his touch tender yet firm.
"Tell me the truth, tell me how you feel," Ricky urged, his voice soft yet insistent.
Ricky gazed down at her, his green eyes searching hers, knowing that the future of their relationship would be shaped by the words she was about to speak.
Honestly, Raven didn't know if this relationship would work, and she couldn't predict the path their future would take.
She had made daring choices in the past, but now, standing in front of Ricky, she was faced with the possibility of giving up centuries of work, everything she had built.
Despite all the uncertainty, a part of her couldn't shake the thought of 'what if'.
What if she made this leap?
What if, for once, she didn't overthink and simply allowed herself to trust in what was standing before her?
What if everything turned out right?
What if this was the moment she found happiness, and what if everything worked out?
It was at this moment that Raven would change her future, defy the path laid out for her in the timeline, and go against the grain by uttering three words that would shift everything she would ever know.
"I love you."
Author's Note: Woke up after a nap yesterday to my cover image which had been removed because someone reported me for nudity. A smut fic. Anyways that's what happened and I'm probably just gonna use the image from scribblehub but if you got any good Raven pics or anything else. Drop em here and I'll shout you out in the chapter on saturday if I end up going with it.
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