PART TWENTY EIGHT
"He can't do that… its blackmail…" Rico said defiantly.
"I know, but I can't risk my secret getting out Rico, I just can't…"
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Rico noticed Miley's condition getting worse as time wore on.
Every time Sam was around she became jittery and nervous.
She was worried he would spill and Sam knew.
He was controlling her without either of them really knowing it.
The guy was pulling her strings like a puppeteer. It was sick.
Rico couldn't seem to stand by and watch the love of his life be tortured in that way.
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One evening, Rico confronted Sam by the beach.
Sam was a lot taller than Rico and towered over him like the Eiffel Tower.
"I don't like what you're doing to Miley so you better stop…" Rico said fiercely.
"Just because you say so… doesn't mean I have to actually listen to you shortie…"
"Hey! Don't diss me cause I'm small… that's just pathetic…"
"Whatever Rico… I got places to be…"
"I could tell the police you know… who knows how many years you could get in prison for blackmail…"
Sam bent down to Rico's level.
"Tell your stupid crummy police… it's not as if I'll be here for them to find me now is it…?" Sam sneered.
Rico blinked.
"You're leaving?"
But Sam was already walking away.
So he was going to take Miley's money and leave like a coward? Not when Rico was around he wasn't!