Pulp Fiction: Jules And Vincent Novels & Stories

"You murdered them. Your own brother and his mate. How could you do that?" Vincent's expression twisted into a sneer. "They were in the way. And so were you." Romeo's fists clenched tighter. "You won't get away with this." Before he could react, Vincent lunged forward, a knife appearing in his hand. He aimed for Romeo's heart, but Romeo was quicker. He grabbed Vincent's wrist, twisting it violently until the knife clattered to the ground. They struggled, grappling with each other. Vincent was strong, fueled by desperation and madness, but Romeo's rage gave him an edge. He managed to land a punch to Vincent's face, sending him staggering backward.

I didn't know about Vincent Sterling until Julian came home at midnight with blood on his shirt. Not his blood. Mark's blood. Mark's lip was split, his suit torn, and Julian's knuckles were raw, like he had punched a wall — or a person — many times. "What happened?" I screamed, running barefoot down the stairs in his t-shirt, my heart hammering, because Julian never bleeds, Julian makes other people bleed. Julian didn't answer. He walked to the bar, poured water — not whiskey, he stopped drinking whiskey since I said it smelled bad — and drank it in one gulp, his black eyes cold, stormy, the kind of cold that made the villa feel like winter.

Cleo’s POV The Paris morning was calm, a soft light spilling into the room, bathing everything in a warm glow that felt almost surreal after the stormy night. I stood at the window, trying to gather my thoughts, but they kept drifting back to Russo and the unexpected vulnerability I had seen in him. Last night, I’d seen a side of him that he kept hidden from the world, a side that reminded me he wasn’t just the ruthless mafia boss who had trapped me in this twisted marriage. He was also a man haunted by his past, much like me.

It wasn’t entirely empty. “Someone poisoned them,” I muttered. It came as a statement of realization, boosting my confidence from zero to fifty. “They were poisoned,” I said again. “Even if they were,” Vincent followed up. He stood, glanced around before continuing. “Even if they were poisoned, Jules has lost a wife. That’s war, Paris. And he won’t hesitate to rain fire on us.”

He heard a voice call out and stepped closer and closer until he saw the other guy flat on the floor as he covered his bleeding shoulder. “Took you long enough, they took Beau!” He whispered as he removed his hand from his bleeding shoulder to hold his finger in front of his lips. “There were gunshots, I don’t think they’ve left yet and they’re in on this!” Once again Vince knelt and looked the man in his eyes. “Who are they?” He asked. “The Alfonzo girl and your brother Lu—“ Before he got the opportunity to finish the sentence, Vince closed his eyes and pulled the trigger. It was for Luis’s and Serena’s sake.

The bullet hit the wall. Eli grabbed the girls. I ran to them. Luca lunged at Vincent. They fell to the floor. The gun skidded away. Vincent punched Luca. Luca punched back. I ran to the gun. I picked it up. I pointed it at Vincent. I said stop. Vincent looked at me. His eyes were wild. He said I would not shoot. I said try me. He laughed. Luca pinned him to the floor. Eli called the police.

Maybe it was the tears blurring my vision, but my eyelids grew heavy and darkness swallowed me soon after. Clifford’s POV We made it down to the first floor and found no enemies left — only lifeless bodies scattered throughout the mansion. We were leaving when something slammed into me. We both hit the floor, and before we could react two gunshots rang out. I turned and saw Vin fall — dead — to the floor. My eyes widened as I searched for who’d done it and for the person who’d knocked me down. “Sh*t, Aurelius! You traitor!” I hissed, fury flashing across my face as I leveled my gun at him. But before anyone could move, I fired at the man who killed Vin, then swung my gun and pointed it at Au

He looked at Phoenix, then at Brianna, his face a mask of horror. “What…what have I done?” he whispered, his voice barely audible. Then, as the shock wore off, a cold, calculating look returned to his eyes. He pointed the gun at Brianna again. “Now, it’s your turn,” he said, his voice flat and emotionless. Before he could fire, a waitress, a middle-aged woman with a heart of gold and a surprisingly strong arm, slammed a heavy cast-iron skillet down on Jules’ head. Jules crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

I nearly came at the sight of her bleeding face and her hands which were clawing at Vincent’s arm with a ferocity that shredded his sleeve and dug red lines into his skin. And Daddy has never looked so terrifyingly beautiful as he was at this moment. “Now gentlemen, do we have a deal? Walk away now and get enough money to last you a lifetime,” Vincent spoke to the men, his voice perfectly smooth despite the woman screaming and bleeding and clawing in his grip. Like this was just another work day. “DROP THE WEAPONS!” Jillian screamed as Vincent withdrew the knife and moved to her good eye. The threat lurking in the blade’s proximity. “DROP THEM! DROP THEM NOW!”

The two of them wrestled on the bed until Pang snatched the handcuffs from Vin's hand. "Fuck!" Pang cusses when Vin suddenly punched him in the face causing him to fall off the bed and release the handcuffs he was holding. Pang immediately recovered from the punched and hurriedly climbed into the bed and punch Vin on his face. I couldn’t help but frown as I stared at the two of them, I didn’t expect this to be like this. Not one of them wants to lose. I couldn't help but wince every time they punch each other face, their lips are already bleeding and I could also see the bruises on their cheeks, but even though they were hurting, they didn't stop and still fighting over the handcuffs.