Pulp Fiction Divine Intervention Novels & Stories

"Sure! ... Please sit inside the car, I'll be back in a minute. " He said and I nodded. I messaged Mila that I need to talk to her. I have to take out my frustration in front of someone otherwise I'll go mad. I placed my phone in my back pocket and turned around to open the car door. I gasped when someone crossed me with the bicycle with speed. What's wrong with people now a days. I sat inside and he handed me coffee. I am going to beat his ass in pulp, fucking mafia king. God saves him from me now.