Pulp Fiction This Is A Robbery Novels & Stories

A chance. The robber with the shotgun barked orders, his voice rough. "Don't move! Anyone tries anything, they get a bullet!" Marcus launched himself forward, a blur of motion. He was aiming for the guy with the pistol first. Smart. The pistol-wielder didn't even see him coming. Marcus moved like lightning, a practiced, almost beautiful series of jabs and blocks. He disarmed the guy in seconds, twisting the pistol from his hand and kicking his knee out from under him. The robber crumpled to the ground with a cry of pain.

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.”

" I drove home feeling sick to my stomach. I opened all the windows and I even tried to smell a car freshener to get the smell out of my nose. I stopped at a robot and I closed my eyes taking in greedy breaths. "Give me all your fucking money!" I turned my head to the side to see a man with a mask covering half his face, holding what I was assuming was a gun in a paper bag. I was stunned. It was the first time someone tried to rob me. I got out of my car and the man looked me up and down. I grabbed the paper bag out of his hand and pulled his mask down.

I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn't come out. "Hello? Eve? What happened?" She continued speaking, but I couldn't hear anything anymore. My phone slipped from my hand and hit the ground with a sharp crack. Slowly, I turned around and looked at the small body lying there. That blue hoodie was exactly the same one my son, Leo Spencer, had. Could it really be him? Step by step, I walked over and lifted the cloth covering the child's face. It was a mangled, bloodied mess. His features were unrecognizable.

Alex brought out his pocket knife from behind his shirt as he quickened his footsteps, approaching the second man from behind and piercing through the back of his leg and the side of his neck in swift movements. As the second man slowly fell to the ground holding his neck that was bleeding profusely, the first man slowly backed away. “Get away from me”. He cried searching around for a weapon to protect himself but Alex had attacked quicker than he could take his next breath. He grabbed the first man by his hair as he bashed his head into the glass window of a nearby car. He carried the two unconscious men and placed them into the driver and passenger seat in front, fastening the seat belt ar

We agreed to meet at the counter. While I’m choosing different styles of book, I frowned because of the prices. Too expensive. But I can’t go to school without these, so I gotta pick one. And when I was done picking, my attention was caught to the commotion outside, some girls are shouting. So I looked at the glass wall to see what they’re up to. And what I saw are five men riding the escalator down. Then my eyes glued to one of them, because ... That ... That guy... Is the one who stole my panty!

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.