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

I'd be damned if I let him see the tears in my eyes.

I didn't know if he really meant talk, make out, or something else completely, but I'd be happy with any of them.

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?

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

He gave me his word. That means something to a man like Donovan Caine. Yeah, it means you'll realize he's an exceptionally good liar when you're clutching your intestines and choking on your own blood on his living room floor.

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