Ruthless People

“My wife is a raging homicidal hormonal pregnant woman. I sleep with hell.”

“Because you are a floozy, a manky, a whore, a woman of no importance or brains with nothing to note but a good ass and a deep throat.”

“Holy shitcock, motherfucking damn,”

Rule Three: Just because you sell drugs for a living isn’t an excuse not to dress well.

Her fucking father just died, calm down.
Seeing her in nothing but white lace almost killed me.
Fuck it all to hell.
“Let me get you—” She stopped me with her lips, and I gave in, gladly pulling her body to mine and gripping her ass. I loved her ass. I loved how it

“We kill everybody, my dear.
Some with bullets, some with words,
and everybody with our deeds.
We drive people into their graves,
and neither see it nor feel it.”

~ Maxim Gorky

“Third, if you ever interrupt me again, Liam Alec Callahan, may God have mercy on your soul when I send you meet to him.”

“First,” I said, pressing into his neck, “get used to this position, because you’re my bitch, not the other way around.”

“Second.” He brushed his thumb over my lips. “The moment the ink touched that fucking paper, you were mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to fucking command, and mine to put in your fucking place.”

“Be a good fiancée and tell your pets to leave, or I will put them down, sweetheart.”