Pulp Fiction This Is A Robbery Novels & Stories

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.

I commented, as I looked around the classroom, and saw that she wasn’t here again, after weeks now. “That’s true, I haven’t seen her around school for ages,” Swoop agreed. “But who cares. When are we hitting our next lick?” Next lick… He meant next robbery. “You want to hit another lick?” I was taken aback. I thought this was going to be a one-off thing, and we would never do it again… but apparently they had other plans. “Wasn’t the stuff we nicked from that house enough for you? We literally got out the house seconds before they came home.”

However, before I could move away from him, he grabbed my arms and pulled me closer. “I have made a mistake, right?” He asked, tightening the grip on my arms, making me groan. “I am a criminal, right?” he continued, his voice growing louder as his grip tightened further, eliciting another groan of pain from me. “Then let me show you how big of a crime I can commit,” he said, pulling out his gun again, causing me to gulp nervously. However, deep down, I knew he wouldn't actually shoot me. As he pointed the gun at my forehead, Enzo and Neil stepped forward, but I remained rooted in place, staring back into Jacob’s eyes.

“Now, I want everything in detail — what really happened?” Inspector Rosaline asked over the phone. Alex was silent, then said, “It was just a small fight, you know, between mafias.” “A fight, you say?” Her voice sounded suddenly interested. “Is Lucian dead?… No need to confirm that — the bastard won't go down easily. I bet he used you as a shield. Give me every detail of what happened.” “Lucian and I were on our way…” He paused. “We were coming back from a bar and suddenly got attacked by angry men who followed us from the bar.”

They grabbed the manager's wrist very hard, causing his watch to cut into his wrist. The robbers were talking in Russian. Which makes no sense at all. I mean, why would Russians physically rob a bank? It’s much easier for an international group of hackers to rob an account at the Federal Reserve, the central bank of the U.S. I only had basic knowledge on Russian language and I could only guess what one of the robbers are telling the others. “He wanted a big show with the FBI and lots of media,” one of them says. “I’ll take the target with me.” he added. “Do everything so the holdup would go viral.”.

Just then, we hear Neo starting to approach, there are two other voices, and a brief gun battle starts. I hear a thug trying to wrestling Neo down. “Look at this goddamn idiot. Walking straight into our hands.” “Who is you goddamn idiot.” “This is fucking hilarious,” The thug bursts out in laughter, “Our new mafia boss has the dumbest crew members.” They are creating a long enough distraction to get us in. “Let's go.”

I bowed my head in defeat. "Why must you be so cruel to me?" BANG! I felt thick liquid pour onto my lap and my heart stopped for a moment. In front of me was a tall muscular man with long dirty brown hair and light brown eyes. His face was graceful but… in his right hand was the rogue from earlier who was taunting me. The muscles in his face were scrunched up and his head was bleeding. "Finally," The man spoke and I felt my body tingle with goosebumps. "I find my kill." With that, he crushed the man's head with his fist and it exploded, leaving behind splatters of blood as he tossed the body aside.

This shipment faced threats from both the government and small mafia groups in New York. That night, a betrayal occurred, and Lucas almost failed to complete the delivery. He had to launch an attack in the middle of New York at midnight to thwart the attempts of chasing cars. In the middle of that mess, he saw a car speeding towards him and almost ran him over. But that car turned the steering wheel to the left when they almost crashed. However, unfortunately, the car crashed into the car behind him—Clara's parents' car—who died at the scene without receiving medical help.

Yes, I can camouflage us, but with less people around we will be less likely to accidently run into somebody. I get a phone call from Red saying they were done with the liquor run. So, I pictured the vehicle they are in, and pulled it to me. It worked without a problem. The amount of liquor that they bought is crazy. I’ve never seen a backseat and trunk, full of fifths and pints before. Robby’s mouth fell open and said, “Well, this is my spot.” He joked, as he sat in the front seat of the car. With everything he still makes me smile when I’m stressed. I still have my issues bringing Orna and “Bob” over together. I know Robby does also. “Bob” is a hustler and will say anything to get what he

“Were you the one that figured out how to disable the bank’s alarm system? No. Were you the one that said we should run into the strip club for cover? No. Were you the one that thought we should take those chicks as hostages so the cops won’t shoot at us? No. That was all me. Just admit it. I did most of the work for this operation and therefore I deserve most of the pay. The only thing you’re good for is brute force.” “Why you little piece of shit!” Tobias yelled as he charged at his accomplice. The van rocked and swayed as the two men struggled and fought for dominance. Suddenly a loud gunshot ran out and the van stopped swaying. Cassie and Isabel watched in horror as Robert rolled Tobias’