Patricia Arquette Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

she said, pressing closer, "but we’re close." —------------------------------------------ Patricia’s trial began four weeks later. Emma and Ace sat in the gallery as the prosecution laid out the case. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, Patricia Weston is no victim. She orchestrated harassment, staged false evidence, and conspired with others to commit fraud." Emma’s hand found Ace’s under the gallery bench. Marcus Webb took the stand. "She hired me. She told me exactly what to do." The defense argued coercion. Emma didn’t flinch. Ace’s jaw tightened.

I throw him a serious questioning, if a little accusatory, frown as he slaps a hand over my eyes, covering them. “For the love of God.” Arrick groans and slides the thing from my fingers as I push his other off my face, to do some damage limitation. Flicking it off whatever crazy menu I have navigated onto and switching to Pulp Fiction instead, a movie favorite. I can literally feel my face flaming with shame. He just raises a brow my way and shrugs unapologetically as though to say ‘yeah, men like porn’.

She pulled back on Audrey's body, trying to provoke her again. Patricia continues to tell Audrey that she has no sense of self and no shame. She even brought up the fact that Audrey had faked her death and now showed up again to tease Daniel. Hearing this nonsense, Audrey was so annoyed that she pushed Patricia's body and made her fall. After doing so, Patricia pretended to hold her chest, as if she was in pain and half wanted to faint. Audrey sighed harshly, she was very disgusted with Patricia's behavior. Yes, Patricia with all her drama. Audrey didn't care and chose to leave Patricia.

Arthur injected her with the syringe he had pulled out of his pocket. "What did..." Patricia couldn't complete her statement before she lost consciousness. "I told you I was going to make your life a living hell."

” She blurted a disgusted chuckle and then answered, ”Twenty thousand! ”Fifteen thousand!” I bargained. I saw her sigh and walk towards the bed. She tried to reach the zipper of her dress, but I stopped her. ”No, Patricia. Let me undress you.” *end of flashback* *Patricia’s POV* He smelled alcohol when he repeatedly claimed me last night. He accused me of letting Kaz touch me while I deprived it from him. I told him the truth. I told him that I never had sex with Kaz or with anyone, but he was too mad to listen.

At this moment, Patricia gave up the idea of casting a wide net and focused on attracting rich men. She took advantage of her connections when she was selling wine at a high-level club as a waiter. Then, she kept an eye on Gian in that club. Now that the story had developed to this point, everything that happened after that was natural. Patricia poured some medicine into Gian's wine and then blamed it on Gian's competitors. She took advantage of Gian's unconsciousness to have a relationship with him. She pretended to be the victim, which made Gian feel guilty, so he proposed to give her a sum of money as compensation.

“What the hell happened here?” Patricia stands, shows her ID. “Patricia Sandoval. Private investigator. I have evidence of conspiracy, attempted murder, and fraud involving Marina Castillo and Antonio Vega. The shooting was self-defense. I have it all on recording.” She holds up a small device. Still recording. “She filmed everything?” Sofia whispers to me. “Everything,” Patricia confirms. “From the moment Marina walked in until now. Including her confession to murdering Antonio.” The paramedics lift Mateo onto a stretcher. His vitals are crashing.

“Dolph Jameson, you are found guilty on all counts. You are sentenced to twenty-two years in a federal prison.” Dolph did not react. Then the judge turned to Patra. “Patra Brown. You are found guilty of being an accessory to these financial crimes. The evidence shows you worked with him and benefited from the stolen funds. You are sentenced to ten years in prison.” “No! Please, no! I am innocent,” Patra cried, turning in her cuffs and searching the room for her mother. Her eyes found her. Benita sat in the front row. She looked away. “It was her!” Patra screamed, pointing at Benita with both cuffed hands. “She made me do it! She pushed me into this! She took the money! She destroyed my life!

~ EVANGELINE ~ Today, I was angry as I reviewed the files Patricia gave me. I wasn't just angry, I was furious. The conference room at Patricia Reeves & Associates felt suffocatingly hot despite the AC running. Patricia sat across from me, her reading glasses perched on her nose, watching me flip through page after page of Jess Couture madness. "This is..." I couldn't finish the sentence. "Proof that Jessica Dominix has been doing this for years," Patricia completed the words.

Patricia added, pouting in feigned sympathy. "What did you do, Pat?" Marcella asked, intrigued. She shrugged innocently and smiled. "Did what any good citizen would do—gathered evidence against her and handed it over to the police. The next day, the prison became her new home. Now, onto the second one," Patricia paused, taking a meatball into her mouth and chewing it slowly before continuing. "She was really pretty, damn pretty, but I killed her." Patricia sighed sadly, her eyes fixed on her food as she toyed with it using her fork.