Too bad the smile was on the face of the wrong man.

You're mine," "Not his. Mine. Only mine. Always mine.

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

You do realize that the cost of that bracelet is within spitting distance of my going rate as an assassin, right?” “You mean your going rate back when you were actually killing people for money,” Finn said. “Or as I like to call them— the good ole days.

Don't you agree, fuzzball?

Have I ever told you how scary it is that you think of heels in terms of their possible shiv potential?

I will destroy you. No matter how long it takes, no matter what it costs me. I won’t sleep, I won’t eat. I won’t do anything but plot your downfall. I will mow down your men like they’re weeds. I’ll kill so many of them so viciously, so brutally, so horribly that no one will dare to work for you. And sooner or later, I’ll get you too.