Joey Ross

“I am so tired of begging your sorry ass, chasing your sorry ass down, tying your sorry ass up. ~ Mercy”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“Damn those who crush the innocent. But blessed be the ones who restore that which was stolen.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“I mean she doesn’t… understand the things…” No, he knew that wasn’t true. He knew she understood. Too much maybe. “I don’t want her in my shit, Mom.” “Oh honey, that’s too fucking bad,” she said matter-of-factly. “She’s not going anywhere, you can hang that up. And that woman loves you. I see it and I thank God for that! And do you know why?” “No, I don’t know why. It’s a mystery to me why—a fucking… oxymoron.” “Because she sees the good man in you, baby!” she squealed. “There is no good man in me,” he argued, his frustration mounting. “You’re stupid if you think you’ll convince her or me of that.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy

“Thank you for loving me, Mercy,” he whispered, kissing all over her face now. “Thank you for coming into my life baby. Coming into that fucking darkness,” he gasped. “And taking my hand and walking me the fuck out,” he cried. “Thank you Mercy. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for loving me.”
― Lucian Bane, Beg For Mercy