Pulp Fiction Paul Novelas e Histórias

“You were Davis’s right-hand man for years. You’re telling me you don’t know where he is?” I watched as Adrian became a gangster while interrogating Paul, it was obvious he used to belong to the mafia gang. Paul’s eyes darted back and forth, sweat dripping down his temple. “I—I haven’t talked to him since he got locked up, man. I swear.” I wasn’t buying it. I stepped forward, my boots clicking against the concrete floor. Paul flinched. Good. I leaned in, my voice low, cold even. “We don’t have time for your lies.”

The man looked pale, sweat beading on his forehead. “Sir, I think he has something to say.”. “Were you in on it?” I asked sincerely hoping to get a no. “Boss," Paul stammered, avoiding my gaze. "Paul," I said evenly, gesturing for him to sit. "Explain exactly what happened earlier." He hesitated, wringing his hands. "I... I was down in the parking lot, making rounds. That’s when two men approached me. They had guns, sir. They forced me to call you and report the puncture, or they’d... they’d kill me."

Henry’s POV “Henry, spare me please. I promise I will pay you when I finally get the money… Please… I’m begging you…” Paul, an old man who owes me $100,000,000 knelt down in front of me with his face filled with his own tears and blood. I laughed sarcastically as I pointed my gun to his forehead. “Paul, when you borrowed some money from me, what did I tell you?”

I growled. This seemed to have awoken Paul as he began to stir and pull at his bonds. I smirked. "This is what's going to happen Paul, you're going to tell me exactly what you know and what you told the FBI about me and my perfectly legal business." I tapped my cigarette between my fingers watching the smoke disappear. Paul froze, knowing he was defeated. "Why would I do that? You must be fucking insane. I won't tell you anything." He barked.

“I told you I needed him.” She’s not by herself. Someone tall and broad walks next to her. He’s clumsy with a lumbering gait. He holds onto Victoria’s arm. They both shift, with the light hitting their faces. Blood covers Victoria, but she has no cuts. This guy on the other hand is Paul. His face has blood splotches and there’s a deep gash on his forehead, with crude black stitches. His eyes roam around, but there’s no life in them. He’s like a zombie. “What did you do?” I scream.

It was fun to see Apallo shake and shiver in fear afterall, he’d also enjoyed watching his father shiver and shake in fear 22years ago. “22years ago you and your leader, Vladimir killed an innocent man, Brandon Wolfs and his friend, Thomas. Tell me what the reason was and where your boss is if you truly wish to live.” Apallo shivered ferociously. “I don’t have any idea what you are talking about “ Alex used his pocket knife in his hand to stab Apallo’s hands as he watched him scream. “That’s not the response I’m looking for” “I don’t know what you are talking about, honestly”. Apallo groaned holding his injured hands. “I do know that it had something to do with Bellacita”

I said, clicking my belt into position, observing it at the wall mirror. "Oh… yeah. True. I don't think Frost does stuff like that. Would have been an easy peasy to pick up fresh dudes for the weekends." Paul mentioned, laughing heartily. "Dawg, that's your thoughts and not mine. I wasn't considering hookups. Just a decent, cool modelling stuff with my sexy hot abs in display, you know…" "Hmm… something is smelling fishy. Did you catch it?" He asked, slapping on his PES5 pad. He lost, anyway.

Tim’s voice was like a shard of ice, but Paul didn't flinch. "I said you’re fucking him already!" Paul snapped, his eyes flashing toward Tim for a split second before darting back to the road. "I didn't know that was part of the timeline." Tim scoffed, the sheer audacity of the remark making his head spin. "And who the hell are you to question what I do or who I do it with?"

Paul spits as Richard dramatically covers his mouth with a fake gasp. “But Dad, you are an honourable man. How could you possibly have done anything fraudulent?” Richard sarcastically asks. Inside he couldn’t hold it together; he was pissing himself with laughter. He held the sides of his chair tight, trying not to crack a smile in front of Paul. “I don’t know what I can do to fix this for you.” Realising he was getting nowhere with Richard; Paul lets out a grunt and storms out of the room ‘being trapped in an elevator didn’t teach that little shit, I am in charge’ Paul remarks to himself. ‘Both him and Emmett are going to pay for what they are doing.’

Paul’s hangover caused him to become extra bloodthirsty. *Please tell me that this gentleman didn’t just spill coffee all over my brand new suit*. Paul thought in his head as he looked down at the huge coffee stain that covered the whole front part of his black suit jacket. Paul tried to be nice by holding the door open for an elderly man. After holding the door open for the old man, Paul made his way into the convenience store, running straight into a young man who was holding two cups of Starbucks vanilla iced lattes.