Lance Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

Well then let me show what happens when you don't listen to me. I took his right hand and placed his index finger above the dagger. He looked at me while pleading from his eyes. Sorry buddy, this can't be helped. I put pressure on his finger with the knife and finally chopped it of. Another scream left his mouth. I looked at his missing finger and couldn't help but smile. I was really enjoying it. "Now answer me. Who were you working for?", I hissed. "Lan-ce.",he said while breathing heavily. I looked at him confused. If he helped Piper then why was he working for Lance?

One by one he approaches Thyro, while Thyro moves away from him. "I'm just doing what I should have done a long time ago, I'm gonna kill you, son of the bitch!" Lance yelled as he fired the gun again, but I was very thankful that Thyro was able to get away quickly. "What the hell are you talking about?" Thyro asked in confusion as he casually glanced at me and slowly approached the car. Lance laughed like it was a joke for him.

Just like we had been doing until now, we would do it forever. Eltan Storm's story available! Title: My Artistic Mafia Man Lance Storm's story available! Title: My Mafia Rescuer

Shane regretted interacting with the angel of death, who seemed capable of taking his life anytime if he wasn't cautious. "An ideal woman for you, indeed, sir. For me, Miss Arren is an EXEMPLARY woman." Shane revised his words, emphasizing another reassuring judgment for his employer's legitimate spouse. Shane began to realize there was an aura of jealousy brewing inside Leon. This awareness arose when Shane heard a faint 'click,' like the sound of a trigger being pulled ready to release a shot. The sound reminded him of the distinctive characteristic of a semi-automatic rifle. Shane started paying attention to the details of the Glock 22 gun held by Leon, understanding that the 'click' indi

There was no reason left in them, only fear, fury, and the last gasps of rebellion. They weren’t fighting for Lukeman. They were fighting because they knew what we were about to do. And they were terrified. Good. I stepped into the fray like a storm. I punched through one’s ribcage, grabbed his spine, and used it to swing him into his comrades. The impact shattered two skulls. I crushed another’s neck beneath my boot as I twisted and stabbed one through the eye with a broken femur. Lancly was poetry in motion. His blade was a silver arc, slicing through flesh, decapitating without pause. He didn't grunt. Didn't blink. He danced with death like it was routine.

He was pulled off of Lorenzo by two of Monzoon's guys. Lorenzo stood up and spit blood. Geo was still on the ground kneeling. Tired. Feeling defeated by his past and the inevitable trajectory of his life in crime. "You piece of shit !" Lorenzo pulled out a gun, took the safety off, and pulled the trigger. Geo knew his life was over. He closed his eyes when he heard the trigger click and heard a collective gasp from the crowd as the gun went off. He heard a large thud and smelled Carolina's perfume.

The east coast was part of the mafia groups’ aggression pact, but something felt off the moment Nightroe set foot here. Capo Luciano had said there was a secret meeting that seemed to have turned into a brutal attack. Everyone scattered as gunfire erupted wildly into the night sky. There was no preparation. Nightroe had only one pistol—which might not be enough to take down these anonymous attackers. He needed a place to hide, while the wild gunfire seemed deliberately aimed at him. Only luck could bring him back alive, but Nightroe knew... he wasn’t that lucky. Not when it came to life; love; or anything else intense enough. His body froze momentarily as he felt something hot and burning at

You must be sick" Lance smiled and dropped his tablet on the table in front of him. "You recognize that picture? Pearl looked into the screen and her eyes widened a little. She tried to conceal her reaction but she was too late. He had caught it. "I…I…don't know what that is. It's just something trash. How should I know? If this is some child's game Lance,I'm not interested. My husband and I are busy and have places to be! "Busy? You're both jobless waste of air feasting on embezzled loot from the fashion department store"

Lucas was first to look away, “You haven’t given me the cigarette pack.” “Fuck the bloody cigarettes, Lucas, you’re making me suspicious here,” Dolph said, squinting at him as he handed the cigarette pack to Lucas. “Listen, let’s just say my compassionate side took over, okay?” Lucas said as he lit a cigarette. “Don’t try to tickle my funny bone, Lucas, you have no compassionate side. You’ve slain hundreds of people, killed almost half with your bare hands, or rather claw and now you’re mentioning something about a compassionate side? It sounds comical.” Dolph retorted.

I stared at her, but she looked away. It had already felt strange when she insisted on driving today. She used to be terrified of driving. She had even delayed getting her license for years because of it. David sighed. "Enough. Stop making a scene. The boy is already gone. There's no point causing trouble here. Fine, let's add another 5 grand. 25 grand in total. That's my final offer. Take the money, go home, and sort out the funeral." I looked at them and suddenly laughed.