Greedy Guts Movie Novels & Stories

Klevis left him and pushed him forward, he slammed his back on the wall forcefully and he began to cough. “Nobody sent me, okay? I'm just here to help.” “Help? You better explain quickly, I'm already losing my patience.” I added. “I heard about your last shipment getting seized. The Feds spotted your product in the watermelon…” I didn't allow him complete his statement before I cut in, “and how do you know this?”

The guests criticized me again, “People get married to build a life together. You got married just to scheme against your mother-in-law, didn’t you?” “If everyone could get a million dollars just by getting married, why bother working? They might as well get money by taking a wife.” Their gazes were as sharp as blades that could kill. “A man as wicked and cunning as you would’ve been beaten to death back in the old days.” I did not bother arguing with them anymore. Instead, I walked over and turned on the giant screen in the banquet hall. Everyone could see the record of Emerald’s transfer to my bank account as well as our chat history.

Jeremiah asked, "How's life?" "Good." I nodded. "What about Yvonne?" I blurted. Jeremiah put his fork down. "Do you really want to know?" I smiled. "Just making conversation." He suddenly answered, "Do you really not want to know what happened on the rooftop?" "No," I stopped him before he could continue. "If this isn't about work, I'm leaving." Jeremiah placed a flash drive on the table. "The surveillance footage. The full version."

“Very classy.” I fished out the man’s wallet with a smirk and slipped it into the inside pocket of my tattered jacket. “It’s not stealing if they’re crooks too. I am just redistributing wealth, one greedy bastard at a time.” Victor chuckled, his breath clouding in the cold night air. “Robin Hood with dirty sneakers. Your brand is so consistent.”

If he could do this to his worker, how much more, her? Mica saw life flash before his eyes as Guilio inserted one finger. Just before he could plead for justice to be tempered with mercy, he was slammed into. The impact knocked air from his lungs forcefully and a scream tore from between his lips. Guilio plowed the masculine ass beneath him like a beast that he was, he rode the guard like his distorted life depended on it. Except for the blood curdling screams elicited by Mica and Giulio's grunts of satisfaction, everywhere was quiet.

Lily’s pov “Shit not again,” I mutter under my breath as the engine coughs once more and dies right there on the cracked asphalt leading to Moreno’s Garage. My hands tighten on the wheel and I let out a frustrated groan that turns into something hotter the second I spot his broad back bent over the open hood of some old truck. Jack Moreno is the only one left in the lot at two in the afternoon and the sight of him in those grease-stained jeans hugging his thick thighs makes my stomach flip hard.

Milo was a senior and highly experienced doctor, he took a blood sample while she was asleep from the medication. I had never felt regret like this before. She had caused me to feel guilty and remorseful. I regretted mistrusting her, burning her belongings to ashes and now my fucking guilt drowned me. I should have known better. My delicate queen couldn't handle the sudden change in weather. "I'll have Gella bring her medical description. She'll be alright, Russo." He said. He was an elderly man, older than my uncle. My Grandpa hired him before my father's wedding.

My thoughts are spiraling so violently that I think I might throw up. Greg is supposed to get money. A ridiculous amount of money. In under an hour. And somehow arrange a safe passage out of the country for two psychopaths. How in the hell is he supposed to do that? Greg doesn’t have a private jet. Hell, even my parents do not have one, and they have more money than most people I know. Andrea and Garrett are insane if they think this crazy plan of theirs will actually work. Which only makes me more terrified. Because desperate people do stupid things. Dangerous things. And the longer I sit here staring death in the face, the more my thoughts darken.

Their death is what he can tell to be something horrid. He couldn’t stomach what he see. His guts reeled and before he knew it, he was throwing up on the ground as it made him nauseated. “W—what the fuck.” Gerry shuddered. He had nothing of sort to explain how and why. A lot of doesn’t make sense. When he hired the two men, he knew that they were befitting for the job, but had he never look forward of seeing their cold corpses on the ground. Flies swarmed, and they were gutted. What more was the fact that there are no hint of the woman he thought they abducted to be Rio or so he thought.

"Right in front of the lens. I want them to see your face when I claim you." I dropped to the rug, my knees sinking into the plush pile. Garrick unzipped his jeans, and his cock sprang free-a thick, heavy pillar of muscle that looked monstrous in the shadows. He stepped toward me, the head of his shaft dark and weeping a bead of pre-cum. "Open that mouth for me, whore," Garrick hissed, grabbing my hair and forcing my head back. "Take your brother's cock. Show the camera how well you can swallow, be a good whore.."