Bolo Tie Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Earth narrowed his beautiful thick brows. "What did I say to you? Just shut up and watch" The annoyed guy muttered. He bent down and put on the lighter. Soon the clothes caught fire and within a second, the destroyed clothes were suddenly on Earth. Pete raised his eyes at the ghost and a smile formed on his lips. "It works" Earth was beyond shock when he saw the clothes on him. Not satisfied with the first clothes, the arrogant guy kept on changing and burning them until he found the suitable one. A plain blue polo and brown trousers.

The sound of his suffering, music to my ears. My voice began slowly, calmly. "Did your bratva aid Riccardo Moralez in the bombing?" Mercutio's eyes, which were lifeless pools on a mere human shell, narrowed on me murderously. And despite myself, my lips slowly curved up at their sides; we were just getting started. Blood mixed with saliva pooled at his lips and dribbled down his jaw from either side of his thin, pale lips, sloshing down to the dragon tattoo on his wiry neck that indicated his bratva.

Marcello Fiori. Still breathing. Barely. I stood, taking slow, measured steps toward him. The click of my shoes against the floor was the only sound in the room. He twitched as I crouched beside him, lifting his chin with the barrel of my gun. “You ran,” I murmured. “And you thought that would save you.” His swollen eye blinked open, blood trickling from his busted lip. He tried to speak, but his voice came out in a garbled mess of pain and regret.

Her heart pounded violently in her chest, every fiber of her being screaming at her to stop. The man was clearly intoxicated, but whatever he had drunk shouldn’t have knocked him out like this. He had been drugged… of that, she was certain. She didn’t know who he was. She had only been given instructions: go to this suite, use the keycard left for her, and stage the perfect scandal. The goal was simple, convince the world that this man had betrayed his fiancee. Her hands shook as she pulled off his shirt, revealing a sculpted chest and taut muscles beneath. Her cheeks burned. She had never been this close to a man before, much less an undressed one.

There was so much hatred in his eyes that I ended up feeling uncomfortable. “Don't worry, you have suffered enough, and I am here to put your misery to an end” Rose, then went to a small table and grabbed a nail and a hammer from one of the drawers, She went back to the man and put the nail to his forehead, “Rest in peace” she said as she began to hit the nail with her hammer, making it penetrate his forehead. The man let out a loud scream while Rose grinned from ear to ear…

The silence in the SUV was thick, layered with the fading adrenaline of the club and the heavy weight of the unspoken. The city lights streaked past the windows, painting fleeting patterns on Rafe’s impassive face. Jay sat rigidly beside him, the ghost of Lorenzo’s hateful stare still prickling on his skin. The confrontation had been a success, a brutal piece of theater that had established a new, terrifying fact in the ecosystem of Milan’s underworld: he belonged to Rafael Bianchi.

"What?" "Heard you even got shot." He said dramatically. That's quite impressive. I have much more respect for you now. You're the real deal. " He added as he put his hand in his pocket and took out a lollipop then offered it to me." That's your acceptance trophy. I don't give it to just anyone yunno." I chuckled," It hurt like hell but I guess it'll hurt less from now on." I replied accepting the lollipop. "Who would think a guy who works as a hitman and holding different weapons on him will have a lollipop at the back of his pocket to just offer anyone."

He stared at me with so much disdain that for a second I felt twelve again, standing in Principal Judy's office, listening to him telling me how wrong it was to trash the school hall, half of the classrooms, and the principal's office with toilet paper. According to me, I simply showed my extreme commitment to a classic prank. Unfortunately, Principal Judy didn't agree and kept repeating the phrase "you're suspended" while he tried to remove the toilet paper from his fish tank, along with the dead fish. How was I supposed to know the little fishy fuckers would eat the toilet paper? And, in my opinion, if you were stupid enough to eat shit paper, you deserved to die. "Detective Gunner, was th

But he is working here for 5 years, and in all these years, he couldn't find a single thing about Luca Vitiello, apart from the fact that both his parents are dead and he is not married. He will not fuck around with the whores like the typical mafia bosses. He is untouchable and he doesn't have any weaknesses. After the new backlash, they got from one of their weapon consignments, Alexi wanted him to kill Luca. That's why he injured himself and borough a few of his men inside texas borders to make it believable. Now looking into his eyes, which are cold and seem to be looking at his soul, a shiver ran down his spine. Now that he has Luca standing in front of him, all he has to do is take the

she tutted. “Anyway. You weren't giving me the information I wanted, so I suggested the therapist thing. It wasn't at all difficult to rent a space, place a few members of the mafia here and there, upload some backdated pictures to the internet because I knew your sweet husband would check us out and bingo, sold. It was during the therapy I realized you actually didn't know anything about the mafia,” she laughed hard, throwing her head back.