Pulp Fiction This Is A Robbery Novels & Stories

They tried seeing through the lights but they could see nothing, the lights were too bright, and they came from all angles. Suddenly, they heard someone knock on the window of the car making them jump in fright. Greta looked at Martina and Martina exhaled lowering the window of the car. She opened her mouth to talk when all of a sudden they hit their heads with the back of their guns and they fell unconscious. *** Roberto stood in front of his pool with his tobacco in his hand, he took puffs from it occasionally. As he stood, he began to evaluate and calculate how to go about his money with Lorenzo Ferrari.

Mandy screamed in pleasure as his dick pushed into her tight pussy and he began slamming down on her. “You lucky bitch!” Her friend yelled, watching longingly as Mandy got railed by the robber. He gripped her hips in place, slamming his thighs down on her ass, making loud thwack sounds every time their skin met. The girl gripped her parent’s fur rug, grunting as she got thoroughly fucked. “That’s it, squeeze my dick,” The robber groaned behind her. His colleague had given up fucking the girls’ mouth, found a nice warm pussy to thrust his cock in. When Mandy came, screaming as her cunt convulsed around the robber’s cock, he pulled away and grinned, dick glistening in the light.

Her face remained calm and composed. “Don’t you dare touch her,” Stefi hissed sharply. “How dare you! You’re so bold, you damn woman! Do you want to die right now, huh?! “This gun will blow your head off right now!” another robber snapped angrily. He immediately aimed the muzzle of his gun at Stefi. However, before he could pull the trigger, Stefi had already moved with lightning speed. She pulled a gun from the pocket of her jacket and fired directly at the robber’s hand, causing his weapon to fly out of his grasp. The sound of the gunshot instantly made the atmosphere even more tense.

For some reason, seeing him like this reminds me of that night. The night I had seen him kill a man in his basement, He had stabbed the man over and over again, back then, he had no expression on his face. Just this calmness one would have when drinking coffee. I can imagine myself in that same position. My breath is heavy, my pulse pounding so hard, breathing becomes almost impossibile. Loud footsteps thuds behind. "Babochka!" His voice Isn't loud, but it is a warning. I don't look back.

“That’s the only way this can end.” I pause. He does have a point. That robbery is the root of all this mess. It’s what started this battle. Once the truth about it gets out, then they will be forced to move on. I refuse to make it bigger than it already is. We both open our computers and get to watching the videos. It’s as boring as ever, just hours and hours of footage of maids going around, doing chores. Sometimes Mira would appear to seemingly scold them, and they would move even faster.

"But I don't think... you did it. Don't ask me why. I just.. I feel it." Through their one-sided conversations, Nora found herself opening up little by little. But at the same time she made sure not to reveal too much about her actual identity. She shared stories of her homeschool lessons and to her surprise Luca could relate. His own upbringing was similar to hers as a member of a mafia family. But without the abuse which Nora skillfully hid. They talked about the books they'd read and their favorite characters. Then he spoke of Cain, the lovely brother she had never met. Nora felt a pang of sadness inside her. She quickly masked her expressions as she realised that Luca was keenly observin

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.

“And a clumsy one at that. Honestly, I hate being woken up like that. You could’ve gone to any of your thug friends. Why here?” He gave a small scoff, then winced as the movement tugged at his wound. “Contrary to what’s playing in your head, I’m not a robber,” he said. “I was delivering something. A simple drop-off, but I got caught off guard, bad boys rolled up on me. They weren’t playing games, and this was the result.” Zoe stared at him with a flat expression.“You make it sound like a movie scene.” “Well, it felt like one,” he said, managing a shaky laugh. But the smile didn’t reach his eyes. Inside, he was still running through everything that had happened earlier that night.

I walk to the cupboard on the end of the room and I start taking various utensils to torture. I look at his face and he is crying like a little shit that he is. “Crying won’t save you” - I say grabbing clippers to pull his nails out I sit in front of him on a chair and cross my legs. “So, John, how was the robbery at the coffee shop?” - I ask and he goes pale. As if he is seeing a ghost. “I am sorry, if the coffee shop is yours I’ll give the money back. I was just following orders” - he says and I sit forward.

''Take his clothes off. ''N-No. Stop Please.''Begs already desperate, snort with it. I walk slowly towards him and stand in front of him. ''One question, why did you choose to rob people in my fucking town?''He looked at me with eyes full of tears. ''Please.''He let out a sob from crying so much. ''That's pathetic, you worm, you're not getting out of here alive.''I open the bottle cap and pour it right on top of his member.