Novel & Cerita Don't Be A Square Pulp Fiction

I paid back—" Sofia cut me off, "Elena, you're too impulsive. A personality like that will only bring you trouble—it's not good. "As the Donna of the Moretti family, you should be elegant and composed, free from impatience and arrogance. This kind of attachment to material things is unacceptable. I tore this place down for your own good." With that, Sofia pressed a button on the remote control in her hand. An explosion sounded in the distance. "No!" My voice broke with anguish as I lunged forward and grabbed the controller.

he says, his tone completely flat. "No, you're not! Look... I know what I like. I love pussy. I fucked three girls in one night once. I was so obsessed, I practically did things I'm not legal to do before I turned legal. "Sounds like the typical existential crisis of an over-privileged, under-supervised American teenager." "My point is..." He just continues to puff smoke, waiting. "Your point is..." he repeats and my hand fist my hair. He casually stubs his cigarette out in the overflowing ash tray.

"Whatever. Go tell the Don so she can stop putting on this show." Then the familiar scent of his cologne cut through the smoke. A hand struck my cheek, hard enough to sting. Enzo's flat but faintly amused voice followed. "Sophia Vitale. Wake up. Cut the act. I'm here. You were pretty capable when you blew up the armory. So what's this now? Playing pitiful?" I wanted to explain and beg. A broken, rattling sound escaped instead. The pain in my abdomen felt as if it were tearing me apart from the inside.

" We left for the bar and it was already past midnight when we reached. It had become hours and we still didn't get any lead on either of them. It was tormenting as I sat and watched the half-dead man plead before me on his knees that he didn't know anything else and out of anger and irritation, I put a bullet through his head, relieving him of the hell hole he had been living in. He was the last of all the guys who were previously here and it was time to let him go and join them. So I let him. I stood up, pacing around as I thought about places they might be in, mentally cancelling out everywhere I knew he wouldn't be found and noting the rest down, somewhere in my head. Matrix, just like t

Noncommittally, he fiddled with a scrunched up piece of paper he held between his fingers before saying, "Congratulations, Emiliano." My face remained blank. . . A/N Aiik!❤ Sorry I had to cut this chapter short, didn't want it exceeding a certain word count I'd set for it. ^^ . Don't forget to vote. Comment. Share. And follow!❤

A bullet struck him square in the left shoulder. Blood bloomed across his white shirt in an instant.