I used to murder people for money, but these days it’s more of a survival technique.

You've got a thing for Donovan Caine. You have ever since you killed Ingles, his partner, and he went all dogged and determined on you.

I hate to say this, but not everyone seems happy that you’re still alive,” Finn said, picking up on the glares coming my way. “You can’t please everyone,” I drawled. “And you know how much I hate to disappoint our dear friends in the underworld.

Still, I'd do anything for him. Even smear his clotting blood inside the vehicle of his choosing.

I don't judge you for what you've done, Gin. Why are you judging me for another man's mistakes?

Art should look like art, trees and flowers and people, not weird shapes and splotches of color all smeared together.

I eat haughty, arrogant, manipulative, self-important bitches like you for breakfast, sugar. And then I go back for seconds.