Bolo Tie Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Alejandro folded his arms as he looked at Lorenzo "Get on with it already" Lorenzo sighed dramatically as he began "She was trying to get to her car when Victor's men grabbed her but before we knew it, she gave one of them an elbow jab directly on the nose. She was like a professional martial artist. I mean, she took down a few of them like they were nobodies." Alejandro though startled by Lorenzo's narration decided to act unfeigned and put on a dramatic front to help Lorenzo's narration. "Oh! Wow! You don't mean it"

He had already ripped off all ten fingernails and ten toenails and pulled out three of his teeth. "Break each finger...one by one." I shouted, as I poured me a Bourbon. I was going to enjoy tonight... "Brio!" Paulo's man shouted. "My name is Brio!" "Who do you work for, Brio?" I asked, taking my knife between one of his fingers and cutting his skin ever so slightly. "I work for Ricci... He's working with Junior to take you..." I punched the Bastard in the face.

Theo's POV “Please… please give me some more time. I will pay you back,” the old fool's voice was low and shaky, his eyes already in tears. The warehouse floor was cold concrete. A single overhead light made circles of brightness and shadow. His face was bruised, his suit was dirty, and I must admit it looked good on him. I sat opposite him, my breathing calm, as my gaze moved to my wrist watch. “This is what happens when you steal from me. Taking money from my club and gambling it!” My voice was low but steady, as I walked towards him.

At Pablo's, I was as safe as in my own bed. I entered my apartment to take a shower. I still wore signs of my ' conversation' with Jeremy. After the shower, I put on a clean shirt, black jeans and a leather jacket. I grabbed my keys and rushed to the garage, where I kept my bikes. Pablo's Pizza was ten minutes away from my place.

Luca let go of his legs, “He’ll bleed out.” “Nah,” I said, pulling a zippo from my pocket. “Not yet.” I popped the flame and pressed it against each letter, his skin sizzled and hissed. The blood sealed but the pain, yeah, that stayed. Raphael stepped forward, raising the camera. “Make sure you get the name,” I said, grinning. Click. One photo. Rino’s underboss, hanging like pork, chest flayed open with CAPONE scorched into his flesh.

"Take me to the family executioner. Administer the punishment." Instead of a weapon, Clark drives him directly to an underground, illicit syndicate tattoo parlor, ordering Rodolpho to strip naked and present his raw backside to the female ink artist. As Rodolpho lays face down on the leather table, his muscular cheeks exposed, Clark leans down. "Last chance, Rodolpho. Just tell me about the man who broke you."

One man stood over him, sleeves rolled up, holding a pair of bloody pliers, face twisted in concentration. The torturer turned at the sound of the door. I didn’t give him time to react. I raised the gun and put a single round through the center of his forehead. He dropped like a sack of meat. The pliers clattered to the floor. “Dante!” I ran to him, dropping to my knees. My hands shook as I worked the knots at his wrists. The rope was soaked with his blood. I cursed under my breath, fingers slipping twice before the first knot came free.

"Why isn't he even here with you?" Elliott was nowhere near me today. Not after that dream. I couldn’t wait to get help. I texted him from the car, telling him I was fine, and drove straight here. My brother finally releases my shirt with a rough push, nearly sending me out of my chair. "For fuck sake... continue." "Since the blowjob... I couldn't stop thinking about it. About how my cock felt in his mouth." "Great. So you fell for your bully."

However, before I could move away from him, he grabbed my arms and pulled me closer. “I have made a mistake, right?” He asked, tightening the grip on my arms, making me groan. “I am a criminal, right?” he continued, his voice growing louder as his grip tightened further, eliciting another groan of pain from me. “Then let me show you how big of a crime I can commit,” he said, pulling out his gun again, causing me to gulp nervously. However, deep down, I knew he wouldn't actually shoot me. As he pointed the gun at my forehead, Enzo and Neil stepped forward, but I remained rooted in place, staring back into Jacob’s eyes.

"I'm going to freeze her. Is there something wrong?" "You're insane! You're not going to do that. I'm going to call your Dad, right now!" The old woman quickly gets her phone but before she could dial the number... Bang! "Ahh!" the old woman screamed as her hand being shot. Her Bodyguard quickly pulled their guns but before they could take the shots... Bang! Bang! Five bodies fell in the floor as Bogart and Mando shot all the Bodyguards of old woman. The Priest was about to run when Bogart hit his back with the chair that made him unconscious.