Hafsa A.

“I will fight. I will torture. And I will kill in my line of work. I knew I would join the mob ever since I could remember, and you have to accept that because I am not giving you an option. It’s a part of me, just how you’re a part of me, but nothing—nothing—will ever come before you.
　　“No one will ever fucking touch what’s mine and not pay for it. That’s why she had to be dealt with.”
― Sarah Brianne, Nero

“　Nero noticed his friends gawking. “Hey, fuckers, move your eyes to someone else.”
　　“Damn, Nero, you were right. Elle is just so heartbroken.” Amo couldn’t hold in his laughter.
　　Nero leaned up from the car and ran his hands through his hair. He turned back to them and saw Vincent closing his eyes, whispering something.
　　“What the hell are you doing?”
　　Vincent whispered something else before he opened his eyes. “I was just thanking God for leggings.”
― Sarah Brianne, Nero

“Nero lowered his head to speak in her ear, keeping his hands on her arms to lock her in place. “My problem is simple, Elle. I have a problem with you having no trouble saying thank you to someone else. I have a problem with you wrapping your arms around someone else. And I have a big fucking problem with you not minding kissing someone else. Not one fucking time have you done any of those things to me without my asking, or just doing it because you want to, not because I want you to.”
― Sarah Brianne, Nero

“　“What is the matter with you?”
　　Nero kept his voice calm and low so no one could hear their conversation. “I don’t like you pouring coffee and serving food to all these fucking men. The only coffee I want you pouring is mine.”
― Sarah Brianne, Nero