From The Trash Man To The Cash Man Novels & Stories

"Mr. Romano, I have some news. Your casino in Vegas… the money dried up. It's officially bankrupt. The creditors are moving in to seize all your assets." "No… that's not possible…" Vincent mumbled, collapsing completely onto the floor. "Without the Marconis, you're nothing," I said, dropping the divorce papers in front of him. "Sign it, Vincent. It's the last shred of dignity you've got." His power, his reputation, his girl, his wife—all gone in an instant. His hand trembling, he picked up the pen and signed his name. He left with nothing. He was heading for the same broke, dead-end life as Carmen.

I ran down the dark and narrow alleyway, that was littered with trash. My blonde hair that had been styled to absolute perfection this morning, was now a mess blowing in the nights breeze.The September breeze was cold,but the cold was the least of my worries.. There was blood on my hands..Blood of the man that I had just married a few hours previous. Blood of the man that has been making my life a living hell for two years.

Then the young man who helped Mitchel hissed and turned to the man who was in charge of the trash, "Hey, get that trash out of here quickly!" The trash man turned to the four of them, "Hey, I'm still waiting for my partner who comes with a cart, he'll help me throw it forward." "I'll give you money to get rid of here!" exclaimed one of Mitchel's friends. “Huh, I don't need your money. If you are capable, take this trash to the landfill!” "You!" Mitchel's young friends clenched their fists in annoyance, while the man who brought the dog had gone away from them. At first the officer who took out the trash wanted to thank the three young men because he thought that the three young men had empat

The cab stopped by his side and the man extended his hand to Adam as soon as he entered the cab. Adam frowned his face as he did not understand the man's gesture. "Oh,you don't understand.Cash before service.Sorry if I come across as rude but I need to feed my family tonight",the cab man explained. "No problem,I understand,I hope you accept transfers, let me scan your code".Adam replied. Adam opened his Zenith Bank mobile app and scanned the code and transferred ten thousand dollars to the cab man's account. "Sir, you must be mistaken,the transport fare is just a hundred and fifty dollars but you've sent ten thousand dollars,let me scan your code and have your change transferred to you"spoke

"That’s impossible." "The bank’s locked, pal. Your boss is a charity case now." Travis pointed his cigar at the gate. "Get in your car and get out of here." The man reached inside his jacket. Four of Travis’s men stepped out from behind a container. They had rifles, and they weren't smiling. The man froze. "I’ve got fifty grand in the trunk," the man said, his voice shaking. "The bill is two million. Fifty grand buys you a cup of coffee and a head start. Move."

He hated himself for that. "We're here" the man said with smile, still nodding to the track that played in the radio " yeah, this my destination" Tom said handing the man his cash "See you around" the man said driving into the lonely road Tom was surprise at the fact that the man didn't ask him his business in this quiet part of town. He walked through a dark hall way, he had to walk fast, it was too dark. He left his torch at Mrs Greenwood's, he needed it now. He blocked his nostrils with his fingers, the place smelled of dead animals

He nodded and laughed. I reminded him, 'They are all real.' He said, 'Yes, I think they all are. I can give you one hundred thousand now and another one hundred thousand next week.' I had to take it. I could probably get a bit more but I wasn't about to bargain with him. He smelt like onion and looked way too pirate like to try and outsmart. He handed me three bundles of cash. I didn't even want to count it. The smell made we want to spew. My strange old condition was coming back at the worst possible time. I just snatched the cash and put it into my coat. I rushed out and went straight to the nearest seven eleven. I stole a three packets of gum and bottle of mensmen’s deodorant. I sprayed t

He is a man, a mafia man. I slowly walked over to the car. He didn’t look too pleased with my actions, but hey, what the fuck did I care? He was just a big bulky gangster man, a mafia man. I took my bag off my shoulder, slipping in, placing it on the floor of the car. He slid in, closing the door. “Belt.” “Yes sir.” I said sarcastically. “Sarcasm doesn’t suit you Kacey.” “Really I thought it did.” I said, strapping in. He did the same and the car pulled away. “So what business do you want to talk with me about?”

Bianca introduced to Chase, “Mr. Collins, this person is called Cash Goldman. He’s the richest man in Dark Cloud Town, and he’s fighting with the current mayor for his spot. They’re as incompatible as fire and water, so he’s asked us for our help.” Chase nodded. At this moment, William introduced Chase to Cash, “Mr. Goldman, this is Mr. Collins, an honorable guest of my family.” Cash quickly grabbed Chase’s hand and smiled passionately. “Mr. Collins! No wonder I found you so amiable the moment I laid my eyes on you. It feels as if I’ve met a family member.” Before Chase could say anything, Cash retracted his hand. He did not overdo his actions, so Chase was not put off by him.

A donation box was placed before me, and my hand was outstretched as I made to drop a bank card inside. One of the people watching me mocked, "My, my! Look at you, Thalia Stoneridge. Everyone else donated cash, but you're putting a bank card inside. Don't think Jonathan will get together with you just because you're donating more than the others!" "Exactly! Jon's not interested in your stupid money!" someone else said. I returned to my senses and looked at my bank card. Then, I retracted my hand and put the card back in my pocket. "Well, alright. Since you guys think my money is stupid, I won't donate anything. I don't want to dirty everything else inside the box."