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

This is an Aston Martin, Gin.You don't run over dead bodies in an Aston Matin." "Tell that to James Bond

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

And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.

I know, I know. But I can always kill him later. This way, at least we get to humiliate him first.” Finn eyed me. “Sometimes I think you’re even more devious, twisted, and vicious than I am.” I grinned. “You only wish you could be as ruthless as me.” “Absolutely.

I was so getting tired of fighting for my life in the library.

My name is Gin, and I kill people.