Bolo Tie Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

She was so perfect; she makes him feel that she is too much for him. "Fvck!" Rafael cursed really hard when Paul punched him on his arm. "Sh*t," Lily uttered in surprise. It seems like Paul forgot that he has a wound there. "Fvck you! How can you forget that I have a wound here?!" he exclaimed while his face was crumpling in pain. Frederick was only laughing at them as he was the one behind that stab on his arm. Lily chuckled while watching them. It feels light in her chest to finally see them together, with no mess at all.

Leonardo Franco POV Just before twelve, we exit the lobby. Bart, his wife, and Robinson, that pretty boy with the soft, white, piano hands whom Luna Belle calls her best friend, are outside. Bart and Robinson are loading bags into the trunk of Bart’s BMW. Bart’s wife, Celeste, looks the worst for wear with a pair of oversized sunglasses shielding her eyes. She’s sitting on a bench next to the entrance, her face whiter than porcelain, sipping green slush that must be some miracle hangover remedy in a takeout cup.

I said then immediately walked towards his door but before stepping out of his office I heard him speak. "Be safe," he reminded me so I looked at him once again then nod my head. "Thank you," I replied then left. I headed towards the parking lot and then drive towards the pier where gun transactions happen. Veronica had an office there and now I am the one using it. When I arrived the pier is heavily guarded but when I said my name they let me in. I headed towards my office and started looking for the file where the names of our customers were listed. Upon scanning five folders I finally found the person who owns the bullet...it wasn't Conrad but Henry Cole.

“What the fuck happened?” Maria barely flinched. “What do you think happened?” she spat. “That bastard Morelli happened.” Pablo, nursing his second drink, chuckled darkly. “You look like shit, Maria.” Their marriage was anything but civil. Her eyes burned with fury as she turned on him. “And you, my dear darling husband? You look like someone who lost everything.” She tilted her head, smirking despite the pain. “Oh, wait… you did.” Pablo’s hand twitched at her mockery, but Donatello lifted a hand to silence him. “Enough.” His voice was a low growl. He turned his cold gaze on Maria. “Tell me what you know.”

WARNING!: MATURE CONTENTS : BDSM! A very clear eyed and sober but confused Ben watched as Rolph picked up a rope and started tying his hands together. "What are you doing?" He asked nervously. "Tying you up." "Please, I will do whatever you want. Please don't hurt me." " Okay. But I will punish you for not saying 'Sir' while talking to me.' Rolph smirked as he tightened the rope, making Ben wince then he took the end of the rope and tied it to a hook on the headboard.

I growled, shoving him forward. He stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the table. I yanked his pants down, exposing him completely. The room was cold, and I could see goosebumps rising on his skin. "Look at him," I said, nodding toward the assassin. "Watch what happens when you defy me." I spat on my hand, then roughly shoved two fingers into Ace's hole. He cried out, his body tensing. "I peeled his fingernails off one by one," I said, working my fingers deeper. "He screamed so loudly. Begged for mercy."

My head throbbed, but my mind was sharp. The memories hit me. My best friend's text. A picture of Leo with another woman. Me, storming into the casino to confront him. Then, chaos. Gunfire. I threw myself in front of Leo. The bullet grazed my temple. I saved his worthless hide. "My head hurts," I said, my voice weak. I watched his anxious face. Then, an idea hit me. A little game. This bastard didn't appreciate me. It was time to teach him a lesson.

Chapter 45. BENZO. “I want in!” He said and and I still thought I heard wrong. Wait, so I didn't hear wrong? So how the fùck? “You want in on what exactly?” Paine asked and the guy smiled. “I want in on the whole set up!” He said with a grin and I rolled eyes. “Seriously? You think this is a child's play? For all we know, You could be against us!” I said, pulling out my gun and pointing at him.

I walked up to the bruised man tied to the chair, the metallic tip of my walking stick tapping softly against the floor. “You were a junior accountant in my firm,” I said calmly. “I paid you fifty thousand every month. Apparently, that wasn’t enough for you.” The dim light reflected off my sharp features, neatly styled black hair, and piercing blue eyes that carried a terrifying calmness. “I’m sorry,” the man cried desperately. “Please spare me this once.” “It’s too late for apologies,” I replied. “You took pictures, created a file, booked an appointment with his secretary, and were already on your way there.”

"Where's Irene? What's happening?" They were in the abandoned room with no light around. She saw a pot with a sort of chemicals nearer. Along, her gaze fell on two boys tied with ropes. Their condition was disturbing. One had lost his upper skin. The scars of injury showed they went through a rough time. There was a mark of the cat's claws all around his eye. His hands seemed to break vigorously. The blood was flowing deep down to his knees, covering them. Even his feet seemed like someone cut them apart.