Ricky II: Ramirez Blood

Chapter 7: One Step Closer (Simon's POV)

Since Ricky started crashing with Amber, this fool has been pussy-whipped. I haven't seen or heard from his ass in four weeks because he's always laid up with her. This nigga is whipped soo bad that he abandoned looking for the niggas that killed his dad, let alone who killed him. This is exactly why he doesn't need a bitch right now. His priorities are fucked up. I'm the one who's out here sniffing everybody out in Milwaukee and moving this work. I didn't even get to tell him that I went to Mexico to re-up! Stupid ass, acting like he never had pussy before. And, not only that, he left me hanging with Amere's angry ass. I let the nigga stay with me and that was the worse decision I ever made. His ass eating up all my food, smoking all my cigarettes, and chopping it up with his fiancé on my house phone. Why the fuck is he on my house phone when this nigga has a paid working iPhone?! I mean, he's a cool dude and his fiancé 'bout fine as a bitch, but this shit is too much.

I sat in my room, looking at my iPhone waiting for it to ring. It 3 in the morning and I can't sleep. Thomas called me at midnight and told me that he might've found something. He said that he would call me back when he had the right name and face, but he still hasn't called back yet. I'm anxious for this war to be over, but I'm ready for it to begin. Though, I've grown a bit tired of just putting people out of their misery with one bullet. The guys that shot Ricky and Noraj will get something special. "Panda, panda, panda..." My phone rang in my hand and snapped me out of my deep homicidal thoughts. I looked at my phone to see that it was Thomas calling me back and, I answered immediately. "Thomas tell me you got some good news." I sounded anxious and irritated. "Simon, calm down. I got good news for you, my guy." I released a sigh of relief. "Alright, talk to me, Tommy." "Well, I did not find out who killed Ricky's father or the brains behind who killed Ricky but I did receive a visit from one of Ricky's family friends. I'm not sure if you know him." "Not what I wanted to hear." "I'm pretty sure I do, Thomas. Who was it?" "He said his name was Vegas. Do you know a Vegas?" "Hell yeah, I know Vegas. Vegas is who taught me to fuck people's lives up like I do today. He taught me the right way of putting people out of their misery and making people tell you what you want to know." "Ah, so he taught you your skills?" Thomas asked curiously. "Yes. But what did he say?" "He asked me for the descriptions of any faces I saw, if I saw any. So, I told him about some Puerto Rican cat I saw. He had long braids, and his hair was like a burnt orange color. His goatee was also the same color. And I think I saw a diamond stud on the left side of his nose." 'I think I seen him too. But what else did he say?" "He said that he snatched up the guy and needs you to meet him at midnight tomorrow. He said to come to the old warehouse on..." I interrupted him. "I know exactly where it is." "Okay." "Did he say anything else, Thomas?" "Nope. That was it." "Alright. Thanks, man." I hung up and replayed our conversation in my head. "Who the fuck is this guy with orange hair?" I tried to remember if I seen this guy somewhere, but I don't recall. That was my first time seeing that dude. Oh, well. At least I got something for Ricky to dwell on. Maybe this little info will get his head out of Amber's ass.

I woke up at 8 am and felt surprisingly well-rested. I was ready to get on with Vegas and get some well-needed info from the orange-haired scrub. But first, I have to call Ricky. I grabbed my phone and dialed Ricky's new number. He answered on the third ring. "What's good, bro?" He said in a sleepy voice. "Nigga, I got some news for you!" I couldn't contain my excitement. "What is it?" He sounded a bit interested. "We found one of the niggas who shot at you. It was some dude with orange ass hair. And guess who got him right now?" "Who, Simon?" He sounded irritated. "Vegas! That nigga snatched his ass up and told Thomas. Then Thomas told me. Ain't that some good ass news?!" "Yeah, I guess, man. So what you about to do?" He asked. "What the fuck you mean 'What am I about to do'? You mean 'What are WE about to do'?" "Man, I ain't with that shit right now. I just got out of the hospital and I'm trying to stay low-key. Besides, Amber needs me to stay in the hou..." I interrupted the fuckery that was about to fly out of his mouth. "Man, fuck Amber! All you've been flapping your gums about is revenge. You got a chance at it and you about to let it go? Man, FUCK YOU, RICKY! THAT STUPID CUNT GOT YOU SOO FAR UP HER ASS THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN DO WHAT YOU NEED TO DO ANYMORE! YOU'RE A PURE FUCKING PUSSY. I'LL HANDLE THIS SHIT ALONE! " I hung up before he could even respond. A few seconds later, Amere was standing in my doorway. "What?" I said in an irritated tone. "What's going on with Ricky?" He sounded interested. "Man, Ricky been acting all feminine since he moved in with that bitch." "Hmm. How so?" "Amere, this nigga just basically told me that he don't want revenge on the niggas that killed his dad and the niggas that killed him! Before Amber brung her ass in the picture, he used every ounce of energy to find out who did this shit! Now, he done went all soft, and shit. And then he tried to say that Amber wants him to stay in the house today! What the fuck kind of shit is that?!" I ranted. "Maybe he's trying to turn over a new leaf for his woman. Hey, a good woman can make the most evil man change. It's true, ya' know." "Man, fuck that. Ricky ain't into all of that sentimental shit. He's about his shit. That bitch just got him brainwashed." "If you say so." Amere shrugged and walked out of the room.

I got 16 hours to kill before meeting with Vegas. I moved all that Distance and Virgin shit and I don't have time to re-up. Oh well. I guess I'll go back to sleep. I can torture the orange-haired fucker in my dreams until I get to do it in real life

I still can't believe that Ricky has turned into this little bitch. This isn't like him at all. That bitch must got some Grade-A pussy to make Ricky not care that we found one of the people who almost took his life. He needs to wake the fuck up and get his priorities straight. Bitches: Later. Revenge: NOW!

Noteee:)

So, how do you guys feel about Ricky and Amber now?

Do you think Simon is just being a hater or is Ricky's priorities really fucked up? (Let me know with #SimonHater or #RickyWhipped)

What do you think that Simon and Vegas will do with the orange-haired guy?

Do you think Ricky will snap back to reality and join Simon and Vegas in interrogating the guy?

Do you think Amber is hindering Ricky and Simon's friendship?

Let me know and keep reading! The next chapter will have you in your feelings! <3