I wouldn't say hate, exactly. You're kind of like fungus, Gwen. After a while, you just start growing on people.

My name is Gin, and I kill people.

Etiquette? What kind of etiquette was there in someone trying to murder me?

She doesn't even know how to kill things properlike? What kind of girl have you given me to, goddess?" Vic protested, fixing his eye on Nike once more. Nike let out a laugh. " Vic is a little bloodthirsty. You'll get used to it.

I’m going to untangle her deadly scheme, even if it leaves my love affair hanging by a thread.

Are you coming along peaceful-like, or am I going to have to hog-tie you and put you in the car?

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.