Ricky

Two weeks later, at the airport.

"Ricky!"

I shouted his name to get his attention amongst the crowd in the arrival hall. He searched with his eyes for a few seconds before he spotted me, and Ricky fired off a devilish smile with a nod when he did. He was wearing a matching set from Adidas in their classic black color with white stripes and sneakers. Typical Russian style. He was about 6'0 with a muscular body, a newly shaved head, and brown eyes. He walked my way and then stopped a few inches away before lifting me into a hug, making my feet leave the ground for a few seconds.

"I have missed you, Sheila!" He exclaimed and then spun us around before he put me back down on the ground again. "Yeah?" I smiled and then added. "I wish I could say the same."

Ricky gasped loud in shock at my rude reply.

"This isn't something you can joke about. What about my feelings, huh?" He faked a sad face while looking down at the ground. He's an overly dramatic guy.

"We both know you don't have feelings, Rick. And we both know you suck at acting." I rolled my eyes at him and then started to walk towards the exit.

"Hey, long legs! Wait up!" Ricky shouted behind me and then sprinted after me.

We got outside and walked side by side on the parking lot towards my car while Ricky tried to talk me into letting him drive my Tesla. "You are a terrible driver, Rick? You have crashed ten cars these past two years!" Ricky shook his head in denial while I started laughing at him for trying to play innocent.

"That's fake news. Who told you that?" He gave me an innocent look, but I could see a smile appear in the corner of his lips. I raised one eyebrow and looked at him before I answered.

"Vladi told me. Are you calling my brother a liar, Ricky? Sorry, I meant to say, YOUR BOSS!" Ricky rubbed his neck with a worried look on his face.

"Please, do not tell him what I just said." I started laughing again.

"What the hell is he doing to you over there? You look like you about to shit yourself right now. Relax. I'm kidding. Geez." I patted him on the shoulder and then opened the car so he could put his bag in the trunk. "Let's go!" I said with a smile, and we got into the car and drove off the parking lot towards the freeway. We sat quietly for a while before Ricky spoke. "Vladi told me you're with West now. Why? Honestly?" He looked out the window with a worried expression on his face.

"We are just f*cking exclusively. But that is not your concern now, is it? You are not here to interfere in my private life." I sighed and turned on the stereo leading Ricky to sit quietly for the rest of the drive home. When we arrived at my penthouse, I gave him a tour around the place while we talked and laughed together. We ended up in the kitchen, where I poured myself a glass of red wine and gave him a beer to drink.

I started sweating in the polo shirt I was wearing, but Zion had crossed the line a few nights ago, and I had fresh bruises. They were worse than the last time. It looks awful. I did not want Ricky to ask me any questions about it because he would tell my brother. We stood quietly and looked at each other for a while, while we sipped on our drinks, knowing he felt something was up; he always did.

"Why do you wear a polo shirt when it's like a sauna in here?" Ricky wrinkled his nose and studied me closely while his eyes were wandering down over my body. Sweat drops had started to form on my forehead, and I tried to wipe the sweat off discreetly with the back of my hand.

"Because it's fashion. You wouldn't know. " I shouted back, a little too harsh. F*ck. Now he knew something was going on.

He narrowed his eyes before he came at me with two steps and then grabbed my polo shirt in a quick motion and pulled it over my head. "What the f*ck, Sheila? What are you playing at? " Ricky shouted in disbelief.

I grabbed my polo shirt from his hand and pulled it over my head again. "So, we like it a little rough. Don't judge me." I uttered in an annoyed tone at him and turned away while I adjusted my shirt.

"Yeah, you both like it a little rough, huh? So, West has the same painting all over his body as well, I assume then?" He had a mocking tone in his voice, and he pulled my arm, which made me face him again. "This is not okay; he can't continue to harm you like this. You do know you have a freaking hand mark around your neck, Sheila? What if he actually will strangle you to death?" I heard his voice break down on the last words. "Don't make it a bigger deal than it is, okay? I have it under control. I won't do anything I'm not comfortable doing. Now, will you drop this, please?"

I raised my eyebrows and stared at him with a pleading face. "Fine, for now."

Ricky took a deep breath and then changed the subject. "So, what are we doing during the days around here?" Ricky smiled, waiting for my response.

I took a sip from my wine before I answered.

"That depends on the day. I usually go out for lunch and then do some shopping in the afternoon. I have a massage and facial's every other week along with my nail appointment. Celine and I usually go out clubbing once or twice a week as well, if I don't host a party here." Ricky grunted.

"So, basically girl shit and party all weeks? "I shrugged my shoulders.

" Yes. Do you have a problem with that? "I gave him a daring smile, and he just laughed and shook his head. We drank a lot, and the hours flew by. We talked about events we both had missed from each other's lives and had a great time together.

My phone went off and started buzzing, and I saw Zion's number on the screen.

"Hey, are you on your way?" I asked, nodding at his answer.

"Okay, see you soon." I hung up the call and saw Ricky rolling his eyes and sigh loudly. " I am guessing Mr. West is in the building?" I nodded before I seized him up with my eyes. "Play nice, Ricky. I cannot deal with the drama." I hissed and placed my phone on the countertop. I walked out to the hallway and opened the door to let Zion inside. "Hello, gorgeous," Zion smirked and got inside. He grabbed my chin and kissed me on the mouth before he slammed the door behind him and pushed me up against it. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a white shirt underneath his leather jacket. I spotted a bag hanging over his shoulder.

"I got so many plans for you tonight." He kissed my neck and then let his hand slide down over my p*ssy. I shivered under his touch and let a silent moan slip from my lips into his ear. "Oh, you guys, don't mind me over here." I heard Ricky's voice abruption us from the doorway, and Zion's body stiffen against mine before he looked over at Ricky.

"Who the f*ck are you?" Zion had an angry tone in his voice and gazed at Ricky with a pair of cold eyes.

"That's one of my brother's men. I told you that he would come and stay here for a while." I replied while I let my arm caress him over his back to calm him down.

"My name is Ricky. I grew up with Sheila and Vladi. She is like a sister to me."

Ricky smirked and walked up to us while holding out his hand for Zion to shake.

Zion just nodded and ignored his hand. "I will be in my room," Ricky mumbled in an annoyed tone and then turned and walked away. Zion pushed me up against the wall, and he held his forearm over my throat. "I do not remember you telling me about this." His eyes met mine, and I saw that he was on something. His eyes looked like two big black holes. Emotionless. I felt my heart beating faster, and I tried to stay calm and not panic. But he looked like a mad man. I was terrified.

"I did tell you, Zion." Was the only thing I managed to stutter out with his arm pressing harder against my throat. I was gasping for air, and I tried to make him loosen up his arm by yanking it. He leaned in and whispered.

"I do not like liars, Sheila. I usually kill people who lie to me, and I will give you a warning for now." He loosens his arm against my neck a little, which allowed me to breathe again. "Do not lie to me again." He hissed and then pulls me in my arm through the hall. I knew there was no point in trying to convince him that I had told him about Ricky. He was too affected solid on whatever drug he was on right now. He pulled me into my bedroom and then closed the door behind us.

"Now. I want to play. "A wicked grin appears on Zion's face, and then he threw me onto the bed and ripped my clothes off my body. He held me down and pulled my arms above my head, and bites my neck. He moved one hand down to my p*ssy and held both my wrists in the other hand. He started to rub my p*ssy, and I could feel his hard c*ck pressed against my thigh.

My body began to start to shiver under his touch, but then he got more and more aggressive for each second. His grip hardened around my wrists, and his fingers begin to thrust inside my v*gina aggressively.

I felt pain increase by his violent actions, and I tried to break free from his grip around my wrists, but he was too strong. He suddenly let my arms free for a few seconds before he threw me around onto my stomach and then pushed my head down against the madras by holding my neck down with one hand. One hard thrust, and he was deep inside me and starts to pound me aggressively. My p*ssy was aching in both pain and pleasure at the same time. He had one hand around my neck, and the other hand around my wrists held against my back when he fucked me harder for each second. I felt my p*ssy getting soaked before he pulled out and c*m all over my lower back. His warm c*m was dripping all over my back. I don't know what to feel or how to react at this moment. But I guess I was turned on and a little freaked out at the same time.

He smacked my ass hard with both hands and then kissed it while mumbling;

"You are such a good f*ck." He groans and then lays down beside me before reaching me a roll of paper. "Thanks," I utter, a little freaked out, and then wiped away the cum before taking a shower.