Pulp Fiction This Is A Robbery Novels & Stories

TORREN POV I’m caught. Standing in plain sight on the screen. With my ghost mask and black clothing of course. The shot is taken from the corridor camera angle I thought I’d handled. Clearly hadn’t handled well enough. Not that last night’s search wasn’t already an indication. Apparently destroying their gloves, their pucks, their dignity, and hitting two of them with paint balls warranted an assembly where teachers are absent and the heirs handle us like we're not age mates. It seems I truly rattled the preppy heirs and they're showing us Michigan Prep’s version of justice: gather everyone into one room and perform authority from a raised platform.

"That's not a rule. That's a death sentence. Malcolm, do you have any idea how dangerous that money is? Tomorrow, no, maybe this afternoon, the police could be knocking on our door and taking both of us away." "Why?" It was the same question again. His brows furrowed even tighter, like he truly couldn't understand something simple. "I just took back your money." "This isn't my money!" I was on the verge of collapse. "They only scammed me out of 31,000 dollars! You brought back 400,000 dollars! The extra 369,000 dollars is robbery!" "Robbery?" He repeated the word, shaking his head. "I didn't use a knife."

the robber spat, his grip on the gun tightening as he directed his rage towards Felix. What happened next unfolded before my eyes in a blur of disbelief? Felix, in a swift and calculated motion, reached for a hidden weapon concealed within his suit. In a split second, he aimed and fired, the sound of the gunshot reverberating through the room. The robber fell to the ground, lifeless, his threat extinguished in an instant. Shock reverberated through the restaurant, a collective gasp escaping the lips of those who witnessed the scene. Silence followed, broken only by the sound of our racing hearts.

He walked past me and threw over his shoulders, “If you want to save your next shipment I suggest you tell me where the fûck she is or I’ll enjoy another robbery from you and take your captive as mine as a cherry on that millions dollars worth of cake.” A. Gupta

My house is… messy…’ Around Arnold's body, various furniture that filled Arnold's apartment were scattered. The perpetrator wanted to make the scene just robbed and killed by the robbers. He knew exactly that was not the answer. The culprit wanted to disguise their acts as robbery, not murder. There was nothing precious in Arnold's apartment apart from a bookshelf containing a collection of comics and underdog novels, as well as a flat-screen TV. His teeth were grinding. His hand moved slowly, touching Arnold's cheek. Cold. He could feel the sensation.

Open his hands," Rafael ordered his men. They quickly obeyed, revealing the man's bruised and bloodied fingers. The man let out a pained groan as his hands were forced open, revealing the extent of the damage done to them. Rafael's eyes narrowed as he inspected the injuries, his expression hardening with each passing second. "You will pay for what you have done," he growled, his voice dripping with venom. The man's eyes widened in fear as he realized the severity of his situation. Rafael was not a man to be trifled with, especially when it came to protecting his loved ones. With a flick of his wrist, Rafael signaled for his men to bring shotguns, a chilling reminder of the consequences of cr

was able to change voices. "Let's go in." We nodded in unison. I muttered one last prayer and prepared for my first robbery. As instructed, Yates took lead. We went for the front door and he kicked it down. Surprise was all we had. Shooting in the air, he caught the first guy by surprise and Jericho rushed to get him. The other guy, the bastard was mine. I went straight for him, he ran in the other direction to try and get a weapon. I was quicker than him, I raised my fist and smashed his cheeks. He fell down, hitting his head with a loud groan. That was the most satisfying punch I had ever thrown.

He lean on the wall next to the door, whilst whining to his colleague. “Come on Bobby…you always got bad feeling you oaf!..we got this shit on lock dude..leader already got the police chief on our side…right now, it was just an act to gather more money…we just got hundreds millions man….Bobby…huh?..Bobby?..WHo!!!…..”. (Rhino Masked robber) Just as the rhino masked turned to see his loud mouthed buddy behind him, all he saw was nothing. Instead what he get was a chop to the back of his neck making him unconscious. Not only him, the fox masked robber were also in the same conditions as him.

The east coast was part of the mafia groups’ aggression pact, but something felt off the moment Nightroe set foot here. Capo Luciano had said there was a secret meeting that seemed to have turned into a brutal attack. Everyone scattered as gunfire erupted wildly into the night sky. There was no preparation. Nightroe had only one pistol—which might not be enough to take down these anonymous attackers. He needed a place to hide, while the wild gunfire seemed deliberately aimed at him. Only luck could bring him back alive, but Nightroe knew... he wasn’t that lucky. Not when it came to life; love; or anything else intense enough. His body froze momentarily as he felt something hot and burning at

“I made sure that he was heavily guarded. Maybe Mr. Lux instructed him to lose them?” “Lose them?” Blood drained from my face. If Papa wanted to get Ralph alone, it could only mean that he wanted to—. BANG! That jarring explosion of gunshot shook my veins and gripped my heart. Breathing paused as we stared at the screen. The Mafia King was still standing there—his gun out, pointing straight ahead, at someone who seemed to have just shown himself. As Robert and I heaved a sigh of relief, Papa entered the screen with his hands up.