Pulp Fiction Novels & Stories

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.

But enough that by the time Ivan came to find me at six I was past page ninety and somewhere in a chapter about the Prohibition era shift in how organised crime moved money. He leaned in the doorway. "You look better." "I am the same as I was this morning." "You look less like someone who slept badly." "I still slept badly." I put the book down. "I just stopped thinking about it." He smiled at that. "The film helped." "I did not say that." "You did not have to." He pushed off the frame. "There is food if you want it." I followed him out and we walked downstairs and I thought about the fact that I had woken up that morning with nowhere to put the phone and the loneliness sitting right on the

Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather. The man who ruined my motherfucking life. Every choice, every decision… Led to my own fucking downfall. Let me take you right back to the beginning. Where it all began. Right from when I was just a fucking child… Sit tight, be patient, and enjoy the rollercoaster. It’s gonna be one hell of a bumpy fucking ride. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. CHAPTER 1 Not all is what it seems § LOUIS § Punch after punch, I hit Thomas, letting out all the anger and frustration that had built up in me after all this time. I'd been waiting for the perfect moment to kill him for so many years.

"I was at brunch a few weeks ago and overheard a police officer talking to his partner about recent disturbing murders in town. He mentioned that the bodies had bite marks on their neck, and a few had been dumped in graveyards. He thought it was some kind of cult killing at first." A cold chill rushed down my spine as I told Isabella my reasoning for breaking into their home. It was creepy, and I wondered if I should have continued my story. "And that led you here?" prompted Isabella. "Well, I continued to listen to the officer, and he later mentioned that he heard two of the most heinous mafia rivals were at war, and it had been years since the two groups feuded. He concluded the murders ha

It was one of the most powerful and influential cartels in the country. He was so ruthless he had cut his own younger brother out of their partnership right before a multimillion-dollar deal. It was said Andrei Andreevich had molten gold in his veins and a flinty diamond instead of a heart. That he wasn’t flesh and blood. And I had bad blood with such a man. I had pissed off a man capable of wiping my existence from the earth. But if I closed my eyes, I could still remember our last night together, when we had almost made love on a bearskin rug beneath the Christmas tree. I could still recall the passion of that night clearly.

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.

Copyright ©️2021 by Mylovelyreaders All rights reserved. ⚠️DARK ROMANCE⚠️ If you’re looking for some action thriller romantic drama then I would love to welcome you all to my first ever book on this platform ”Psycho Mafia”. Guys this is my first book. This story is entirely my imagination and the characters are fictious. Any resemblance from the resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locals is entirely coincidental.

He was wrong. We were monsters. The whole lot of us in the mafia. The viciousness of our world had tarnished any trace of innocence we had in us, and the little that might've remained was completely wiped out by us being forced to carry out the very evil that defined our world. My finger wavered before the trigger of the glock I held to Mercutio's head, my jaw clenched tightly in anger. 'Gnev ubivaet vsyo luchshee v tebe,' my late mam's voice flitted through my mind. 'Anger doesn't burn the least in you. It burns the best.' I removed the pistol from Mercutio's forehead and tucked it into its holster. His frightened eyes watched my every movement raptly, skittering when I started to slowly ci

I signaled Ray to open the curtain separating our space from his. "You sure know how to party, Tigger," I said, giving him a wicked grin. He had three whores sitting around him; two were giving him a blow, and the other was hitting his face with her massive ass. The two fools sitting on the chair next to him pushed off the whores sitting on their laps and went for their guns, but Ray gutted them before they could fire. They both fell to the floor and bled out. The ladies screamed at the sight of blood.

And when Susan sat down next to her and opened up the parcel, she was shocked to realize that it was filled with $50 bills. ‘What the Hell is this?’ she insisted, hardly able to believe her eyes. Lucy was a two-bit hooker. One look around her dingy apartment proved that there was no way on earth that she could have laid her hands on that kind of money, unless… The guilt-ridden hooker burst into tears, begging the detective for forgiveness but still refusing to tell her what it was that she had done. Lucy was beside herself, but Susan could be very comforting when she wanted to be. And after ten minutes wrapped in the detective’s loving embrace, Lucy was far too horny to want to cry any more.