Pulp Fiction This Is A Robbery Novels & Stories

He chuckled and looked up at his two guards. They were smiling at his colorful storytelling as well. Geo didn’t find him being a letch amusing, or the fact it was the middle of the night. He was unarmed in his apartment with this dangerous man and two of his bodyguards. “As you know, our business dealt heavily in money laundering and racketeering. I need to use the business to do some washing. I have about 10 million dollars cash that I need made legit.”

"Not from the restaurant since everything there is wiped and corrupted. But from a small shop nearby that no one would ever bother with. At eleven on the dot, a black SUV sped out of the area." “Plate?” "That was fake, so it could be a robber vehicle or them," Adam answered quickly. "But we can track the route it took. The street cameras caught glimpses because the area had street lights and all that. We're currently following the trail now, mapping where it could've stopped or a transfer might have happened." It wasn't much, but this was a silver lining for me. To me, this was oxygen. "Good. Do it," I growled. "I do not care how much it takes or how many men would be needed for it. Do whate

I whispered, I felt like I was sweating inside of this one, and I felt like I had been wearing it for a while, I needed to feel clean. “I will get the water- no, get a maid,” I whispered cutting him off, Liam didn’t say anything, as he headed into the bathroom. The maid, did one if then drug his men, is that why they all passed out while we were there, it didn’t make sense to me as to why anyone would want to do that, why would they want to hurt someone like Ollie, was it for his father, because of what Liam has done? I know no mafia king has a good past, everyone has done horrible things, things that they wish they didn’t have to do, things that they can’t go back from.

Chris is sitting down on the couch which was placed on the rooftop of one of the buildings he owned.he was holding a glass of whiskey in one of his hands while he was holding a cigar which he was smoking on the other hand. He had just finished watching the video of how the conversation between Raymond and Stephanie went. The door to the rooftop opened and his men came in dragging someone who was tied and a handkerchief was tied around his eyes. Once they reached where Chris was,they removed the handkerchief covering the person's eyes.they kicked him on the leg and he went down on his knees immediately.

"This… This is what Roxie told me in a drunken stupor a few days ago. She said she wanted to pull off one big heist so she'd never have to answer to anyone ever again…" I could no longer maintain my composure. I thrashed around frantically, the handcuffs clanking loudly against my wrists. "You're lying!" I roared at them. "This evidence is fabricated! Callum, Jasmine, why are you framing me?" I shifted my gaze toward Ms. Thornton and pleaded, "Ms. Thornton, you have to believe me! I've worked diligently all these years. How could I possibly do something like this?" Mr. Thornton lamented, "The highest-level access at headquarters is restricted to only three people—me, Roxanne, and Jasmine. Ho

wooden clubs. A robbery, then - or an abduction. Not a murder. - "Watch out!" I shouted. As I cried out, I also quickly stepped forward, and elbowed one of the cloaked thugs in the head. He staggered. I probably should have drawn a weapon. He recovered quicker than I would have predicted. With a snarl, he raised his club. - "Daze, damn you!" I shouted. It worked. While he was stunned, I drew my rapier, and hammered the pommel against the side of his head. Shooting him would have been more effective, but it was a public market. The two pirates reacted very quickly. They drew cutlasses before the remaining cloak and club men could close with them. There was also a third pirate, th

I got the red box with black ribbon because it caught my attention first. I was excited when I opened it, but I was confused when I saw a lot of cotton in it. I went to see of there’s something beneath the cotton. “Shit!” I shrieked when something sharp cut my finger and palm. Blood dripped on the pile of cotton. There were small blades beneath it, but I shrieked more when I saw cockroaches go out of it.

The robber attacked Selena and threw several punches on Selena's body, but Selena managed to avoid it by dodging to the left and giving the man a punch in the stomach. Bughh Brakk The robber fell backwards and hit a white pillar behind him. But the robber still didn't give up and he started pulling a gun out of his trouser pocket. "Hahaha, you won't win against me, you don't have this gun, sweetie." Dughh

I snarled as I stormed over to them. Bobby and the two cops both turned to acknowledge me. Fear flashed through their eyes. "Mr. Brown," Bobby said, looking down. "There's been a situation. The depot is being shut down as a crime scene." I turned my attention to the cops. "Well? What's the fucking crime?" "A car belonging to a suspected murder victim was found in a train car that departed from this depot," said one cop. He fiddled with the notepad in his hand, looking anywhere but my eyes.

My pulse pounded in my ears. I lifted the gun, aiming down the sight, but my hands wouldn't stay steady. The barrel wavered, dipping and rising with my uneven breaths. My vision blurred at the edges, the past bleeding into the present. The crack of a gunshot. The smell of gunpowder burning my nostrils. The body hitting the ground with a finality that had haunted my dreams. "I can't," I whispered, the words escaping before I could trap them behind my teeth. A confession of weakness I couldn't afford, especially not in front of Antonio.