Keeping you safe keeps me in shape.

Nobody ever died of being shot by a cookie.

It's not your job to die for your Pack! It's your job to make the other bastards die for theirs.

Aha," Andrea said. "I'm going to ignore that you just referred to yourself as 'sugar woogums'.

They hold a grudge like it was their family treasure.

He groaned and I saw his face. "Curran!" I would've preferred a homicidal lunatic. Oh, wait...

If you come, you better come in force because I will kill every single one of you. My hand won't shake, my aim won't falter. My face will be the last thing you'll see before you die." I jammed my knife into the table and walked out.