You're just jealous." "Hardly. Been there, done you. Adequate, but unremarkable.

The two men eyed each other. Assessing strengths. Looking for weaknesses. Measuring dicks once again

Hope. An emotion that always kept suckering me in, time after time, despite my supposed retirement from the assassin business. Hope. The one thing that always seemed to get me into more trouble than just killing people for money ever had. Ah, hope. Sometimes, I really hated it.

You can work with me—or you can wade through the blood and bodies after I'm done.

I didn't know what would take my mind off the sexy Spartan, except for maybe a total lobotomy.

The two men stared at each other. Assumptions were made, judgments rendered, dicks measured.

Gin! Gin, are you here?” “Right behind you,” I said. Finn shrieked and whirled around. I winced at the high-pitched sound. “Dammit, woman.” He clutched the folder to his chest. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?