Bad Mother Wallet Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

the fat handler replied, nonchalantly. "Or you simply don't know," the woman said. "We don't keep past records here." He moved closer to the woman as he spoke, a disgusting smile forming on his lips, his eyes dragging over her full of lust. "But for you, lady, I could do a bit of digging to find that out, if you let me dig that juicy cunt of yours." I noticed as her eyes turned cold for a moment before she left me and faced the man, a small smile now spreading across her face.

Madison was completely dumbfounded by the audacity. “Your greed has stripped every piece of gold from my title. My vaults contain absolutely nothing. Direct your begging to a different house!” She was presenting the absolute truth. Her name held zero remaining currency. “My beast rejects that lie!” Jeff shot back, his voice rising as he angled his throat toward the interior sleeping chamber. “Mother, Madison claims her vaults are dry! She actively desires to watch the underworld collectors tear my throat apart!” Hearing the shout, Eva and Glenn burst through the timber frame of their room simultaneously.

Keith, the man with the buzz cut who had just molested me, chimed in, "We play with cash only. We don't accept mobile payments. If you help him settle his debt, he won't have to spend a dime and can win it back later. Doesn't it sound like a good deal?" Ernest nodded repeatedly. "Exactly. These are my childhood friends. It won't cost you anything to let them cop a feel. I can win the money back anyway. Don't make such a big deal out of this." As soon as his words fell, the other two guys extended their hands as well. "That's right, Bianca. Ernest owes us some money, too. Let us have a feel, and we'll call it even." Before I could respond, both of their hands were already on my thighs. In all

My knuckles were bleeding, and my face was throbbing where the man had punched me. The barman walked over, looking furious. "You need to pay for the damage and get out of here. Now." Hearing this, I didn't hesitate at all, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. I threw a wad of cash on the counter. "That should cover it," I said coldly. The barman picked up the money and counted it. Then he nodded. "Get out." I didn't need to be told twice. I shoved past the bouncers and walked toward the door. Behind me, I could hear people whispering and murmuring.

"No....please....I'll pay it back....all of it....I'll work for free..." "You'll work for free because you'll be dead." Dimitri's voice was absolutely cold. "But first, you're going to tell me what you did with my money. Every dollar. Where it went. Who you gave it to. Why you stole it." "I....I have a gambling problem....Atlantic City....I owed people...." "You gambled away my money?" "I was going to win it back....I swear.....I just needed a few more hands....." Dimitri shot him.

It broke my heart to see my doll so emotionless "It happened when you were only 3 years old" Her mum started after a sigh ,seeing Vera was in no mood to listen to their apologies "Your mum and dad, well your dad. He was the ruler of the Russian mafia at the time" "There was an uprising and they were murdered" I felt Vera become unsteady for moment as I noticed her breathing became uneven and tears filled her eyes. "T-they were killed? " Her voice came out in a whisper. I tried to suith her by rubbing her back the more "Yes. Sadly

I rolled my eyes as I looked around for my first target. I saw a guy who was drunk off his ass, making out with a woman dressed as a fairy. I walked over to them, reaching into the man's pocket to pick out his wallet as he was "busy". I opened it up and whistled lowly as I made my way back to the back door. He had a lot of hundred-dollar bills in here. I picked them up, dropping the wallet on the floor as I counted. One thousand and seven hundred dollars. I smiled as I too tucked the money into my bra ad made my way down the street, back to the subway. That was surprisingly easy.

"The last thing I wanna hear is you telling me how amazing she was in bed." With that, she flipped her hair and walked out of the restaurant elegantly. Her mind though, was unrelenting. She was sure her father would not be happy to hear about it. After all, her parents were excited to get her married off to James for their own benefits. Megan was born in a wealthy family, but her father Talos did not come from clean money. The outside world had known her father as a man of honour, a polished man. But the people who really knew him had thought otherwise. Megan knew very little to what her father was doing in the black market, but that much she knew. That her father had been involved in money

Ava rolled her eyes. "Oh feisty, I like that in you," he said to the new man but held me firmly in place still not shaken by the man's appearance. Meanwhile, as the hot atmosphere increased, Mother was busy with her phone "NOW" she typed then pressed "'send". Suddenly, a shot went off. Ava was so startled that she almost collapsed. The man who just entered dropped dead on the cold floor and lay there unmoved just like Camilo's papa. She stared with batted breath at the blood that oozed out from his forehead where the bullet had penetrated.