Taxi Driver From Pulp Fiction 소설 & 이야기

He approached another taxi and held the pictures up. "Have you seen these three?" he asked. The driver's gaze narrowed on Pasley, but never once looked at the pictures. Pasley reached into his pocket and pulled out some cash. "For your time." The driver took the money so fast Pasley almost didn't see it happen. "Yeah, weird people. Drove them around a while this afternoon." Pasley's stomach dropped. "You did? When? And where did you take them?" The man hummed to himself and stared off at nothing.

((( JASMIN POV’s ))) "Mister, can we go by the Drive thru?" I told the taxi driver. I bought burger, drinks and lots of French Fries. Then it'll be okay. "You bought a lot, Ma’am." I smiled as a handed him his share, "Yes. And this one is for you sir. It'll be a very drive before we get there." ((( RHIO POV’s ))) I was smiled when I saw Kevin has fallen asleep before we even arrived.

"And your job involves taking the personal properties of your passengers?" "I don't know, sir," the taxi driver felt bitter that he had decided to help a man who was deriving joy in been unkind to him. "Do you know this place?" Blackwheel asked as he flashed a piece of paper towards the taxi driver's face. The taxi driver replied with a faint nod. "Take me there as fast as you can," Blackwheel added.

"I am here to take you home, Mrs Argwins. You're safe." "And the taxi owner?" "I am Tiger Kamilio," he answered incoherently, looking at his watch, then he started the engine. I did not speak with him again till we reached home. He stopped the taxi by the gate and nodded an exit sign. "Please don't hurt him," I pleaded, coming out of the vehicle, still hit by phobia. He nodded, turned the cab and sped off. As I sit by my bed writing, dear sister, I am wondering whether I took myself into a trap and whether Tiger and the taxi driver are one and the same person.

Handing it to their leader, he quickly showed me a toothy grin. “I could be your driver, boss, if you need one,” he offered. I grinned back at him before slipping into the driver’s seat. “Finish your college first.” It didn’t take me long. I was out of the school’s premises before a woman could even zip my fly down. Plate number 4N19B. With a bumper sticker of 6743-9081-6257. Yellow taxi. Toyota, 2014 model. Just a glance, but I’d already taken that specific info to heart. I didn’t even know what the stupid bumper sticker was for, but I had memorized it as easily as licking...an ice cream.

The taxi driver glanced at her in the rearview mirror but said nothing, accustomed to passengers lost in their thoughts. As the taxi neared the estate, they saw a car parked in the middle of the road, prompting the driver to stop. “What’s wrong?” Aurora asked, her heart pounding. “I’m not sure, ma’am. Wait here while I check,” the driver said. But as he opened the door, two men in black appeared and hit him unconscious. Aurora gasped in terror.

Apparently, whoever had taken Nutty, had used his car as bait to see who Nutty was working for. They didn't want to kill, they wanted to know. My instinct is screaming that, and Percy had been in agreement with me. My instinct also told me it's Jaxton, but I shaked my head, telling myself not the jump to conclusions. I already know what doing that does. Sandy and Mr. Driver had been barely able to escape from their hands, and according to Sandy, my driver had droven like one of those guys in that movie, " Fast and Furious."

The taxi driver had driven more than ten kilometres when a convoy of cars blocked him from the front and the back, effectively pulling him over. More than ten men got off the vehicles and approached his. "What's going on here?" He thought. "You...get out now." Huh? The driver got out of his taxi and a pair of hands roughed his color, sending him leaving against the hood of his car. He was staring into the eyes of the general, Simon Baker. "Where the hell are those two?" The driver panicked, "I...I don't know-" Before he could say anything, a few punches landed on his groin, sending him to his knees. He could barely breathe, gasping for air.

" What do you want to do sir? " " Sir? " Walter looked back to Percy for his response. Percy looked up from his paper. " Let him foot the bill of the repair. " The cops looked at the taxi driver. " You heard the man, " they told him and then walked away. The taxi driver's eyes bulged out of his socket. He could barely afford to repair his car not to talk of the Black Mercedes Benz. He looked from the older gentleman in front to the man in a black suit at the back. " Please, sir, I am sorry, " he began to plead.

Damon and Luke got down to settle the taxi driver and I could see them but not clearly as I couldn't see their faces too well because of passing vehicles. "It seems I know that guy…" I said aloud. "Which of them because there are two there." The taxi driver asked her as he had also pulled over at a bend so they couldn't see them but they could see them. "The one in the blue shirt, not the green one." I said to him, "Where do you know him from?" The taxi driver asked me. "He is my ex boyfriend." I said to the driver. "Oh, you must have done something to him or he wants you back maybe. Did you do or say anything to him?" The taxi driver asked me.