From The Trash Man To The Cash Man の小説・ストーリー

“Since I can't attack them openly, why don't you switch off the lights and I'll do my thing. Not less than five steps and you'll already be by the switch. But don't get caught.” “Boss we're rich.” Man 2 came out with a sack filled with cash on his right and Sharon on his left whilst coming down the stairs. “Look I got so much money from that safe,” they all smiled. I tiptoed, heading to the light switch. “Heyyy!” Man 1 called out to me. “Where do you think you're going?” I froze there. He grabbed me and brought me to the entrance of the room where he stood and addressed everyone.

People who approached it would see the bloodied, battered young man and hurry off to find a different machine. He didn't go back to the motel to get his things. They were just things. Things came and things left¡­and so did Troy. With not a penny in his pocket he left Columbus and headed south. He walked some, went to truck stops and caught a ride with truckers when he could. At the truck stop diners he'd ask if he could mop or clean the bathrooms for food and they would just give him a sack of burgers and a cup of coffee and send him on his way. Sometimes the truckers would ask him to give them a blowjob but he always said no. Once a trucker begged him to show his dick for fifty buck

But no one stops me or follow me, and I reach the second warehouse without incident. A man waits at the loading dock. He is large, bald, with a scar across his throat that looks like it should have killed him. He does not speak, he simply points to where I should unload the boxes. I work in silence, moving box after box from the truck to the dock, my arms burn, sweat drips down my back, but I do not stop. When the last box is unloaded, the scarred man hands me an envelope, I open it. Cash. Five thousand dollars, the second half of the payment.

"If it’s embarrassing to carry such a large sack of cash, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if you walk in empty-handed?" "My goodness. Is this for real? Is it all cash in there?" A male employee was wide-eyed upon hearing Fane. Everyone gasped. If it was cash in the bag, would it be two million worth of cash in the bag? What a haughty look! That was an act of a tycoon. "Hehe… He was right. It’s all money in here!" Sonia mocked. "If I’m not wrong, it’s the money from gathering trash you two had done before. Do you plan to go sell it after dinner? If that’s the case, I’m convinced that it’s money. Maybe ten or twenty bucks worth?"

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

I even saw online how some interns tried to seduce their bosses, swapping out their résumés for racy photos…" Those words were nothing short of a spark, igniting the full fury in Ethan's heart. He gritted his teeth, his gaze cold and murderous as he advanced step by step. "You filthy, broke loser. Trying to seduce rich women, huh? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget today. From now on, you'll think twice before you even look at a woman!" Suddenly, an unnatural strength pulled me off the ground. They each grabbed an arm, hoisting me into midair. Amid the chaos, I saw Ethan rummaging through the drawer.

He just leaned back in his chair with his elbows on the armrests, staring at the folder. He knew these men weren't amateurs. They were the best in the business, the kind of people who could find someone even if they were buried under a new identity on the other side of the world. If they said there was nothing, it meant they had already torn apart every corner of the earth trying. The second man opened the briefcase and pulled out a single photo, creased at the edges from years of handling. He placed it carefully on the desk in front of Norman.

And he’s left standing in the ashes, hard for her, forever. That’s not a love story. That’s a fucking masterpiece of psychological warfare. And we’re all just out here hoping we never meet a Cassandra… and kinda hoping we do. He flipped the page. “Alright,” he muttered, settling back in. “Let’s see whose confession is next.” ______ Episode 11 – The Mafia Affairs

She frantically pulled out her phone to check the bank notification and then screamed, "What's going on? Where's our money? There was clearly over 200 thousand dollars in tips just now!" Dad snatched the phone from her. "Are you sure you didn't read it wrong?" His face went pale instantly. "It's really gone! There isn't a single cent left!" The live stream feed started jolting all over the place, and I could hear them screaming at each other hysterically. "This is all your fault, you idiot! You must have messed up the transfer!" "Bullshit! It was you—" The feed abruptly cut off. I leaned back against my leather couch, admiring the newly arrived money in my account, and let out a cold laugh.

“Well, that’s true… but I was wondering if you would be open to hearing a proposal I have put together?" He rested his hand on his protruding belly, his eyes boring into mine. "Fine. Let's hear it." I took a deep breath, fighting the nerves settling in my stomach. "Word on the street is that two rival mafia gangs, ‘The Brooklyn Blood Brothers’ and ‘The Blood Kings’, are fighting to control New York. Now, the—" "Wait!” Mr. Jeffers cut in. “The Brooklyn Blood Brothers and The Blood Kings? Gwen, are you listening to yourself right now?" He laughed, shaking his head.