Pulp Fiction Briefcase Gif Novels & Stories

My hand immediately strained towards the backseats of the car, where our bags were. Despite the struggle, I dug into my bag and pulled out a yellow notebook. I wasn't about to let five dollars slip through my fingers. My heart sang joyfully as I ticked Luna's name under the offenders slot. Luna screamed, horrified, the shrillness of her voice getting lost in the furiously wafting winds. "I thought I threw that f*cking book away!" Another tick. I was ten dollars richer. Today was really the best f*cking day of my life.

I gave a small smile, pulled a flash drive from my pocket, and held it out to him. "This contains security footage of Paige stealing my exam admission ticket. Do you want to see it?"

The man laughs, and I signal Giovanni to put down the gun. He obeys, and in a moment, he is back in his position, as still as a log. "I see. You have done your homework on me." "The man who'd rather lose his life than his dick isn't hard to come by." I lean back into the couch. He signals to one of his guards, and he brings a briefcase and drops it on the table. The minister unlocks the case and flips it open. He swivels the case and turns its open side to me.

taking away any hair he might have grabbed. Finally, adjusting my bag and checking him one last time. He is still and resigned. Looking at his wet trouser. "It's okay president,I enjoyed fucking you too". Before I slipped back toward the window, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the key to the cuffs. I drop it on the bed... right in the center of the sheet. Just a few inches beyond the reach of his cuffed hands. "That's your payment for being my cumbucket." "Wouldn’t want you getting soft on me."

Grinding his teeth, the man takes the drink and, without clinking it against mine, sips it all in one go. It takes him a few seconds to realise that something is very wrong. "You... did...." Before his accusation fully leaves his lips, he collapses forward, the table unable to support his sliding body wobbles slightly, causing me to move out of the way swiftly just as the table pushes forward, causing his large body to slump to the floor. "The rifle." I ask, and without missing a beat, the barista hands me a sleek black briefcase. "Thanks." * It was fun, and it was fast.

“Are you serious?” “As I’ll ever be.” I pulled her in to kiss her. “It’s yours, baby.” “Well, this is certainly cause for celebration!” Mayor Pippins said with excitement. “We’re definitely going to celebrate.” I said, shaking Mayor Pippins’ hand. “I want you to know there’s a lot more where that came from.” I nodded at Hector as he opened the second briefcase. Inside it was more cash, filled to the brim. “Goodness!” Mayor Pippins was shocked. “This seems like too much.”

Ruth said and the man thanked her and sat down "I understand you have something I need," Ruth began "Straight to the point. I like women like that," he said making faces but Ruth was not amused "You got money?" he asked "Yes, in cash," Ruth replied and pulled the briefcase from under her seat and placed it on the table. She opened and it showed the man the dollar bills and closed it. "How sure are you that I will just shoot you and run away with this money," the man asked and pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it up

she said, pulling her firearm away before leaning beside Harvey. “I wouldn’t have shown my gun if you did! “How much do you want the money exchanged?” “All of it.” Harvey smiled. He had a million dollars in his briefcase. A stack of chips was sent to him soon after. He casually shoved two chips into the woman’s cleavage. The woman started chuckling as her stern expression dissipated. After all, it did not matter how scrawny-looking Harvey was. A man who knew how to play by the rules was clearly not ordinary, nor would he be a cop.

"We found this hidden in the warehouse office. Behind a false wall." Inside the vehicle sat a metal briefcase, military-grade, the kind used for transporting sensitive materials. Vincent input a code, and the case opened with a soft hiss. Muna's breath caught. Photographs. Dozens of them. Black and white surveillance shots, some recent, some clearly years old. All featuring familiar faces,Felix, herself, their families, key players in the underworld. "What the fuck is this?" Felix reached for one of the photos. It showed him leaving a restaurant three weeks ago, completely unaware he was being watched.

It was a deep, genuine laugh—the laugh of a man who had just received an unexpected confession but one that, at the end of the day, was harmless to him. Some men’s shoulders relaxed as they saw him laugh. However, not everyone shared the relief. The conspirators at the end of the row exchanged looks. They wouldn’t submit to any test. For them, it was better to die than be exposed as traitors. From his seat, one slid his hand discreetly toward the holster of his gun. The first move had already begun. And Dante still didn’t know it.