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

“　“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

“At the beginning of the semester, when you asked who I loved the most, an image of my mother popped in my head. When you asked me who I loved the most for the second time, it wasn’t an image of my mother. Instead, it was replaced by an image of a strawberry blonde with big, blue eyes.
It took me a long time to figure out the exact moment I fell in love with her, partly because I denied that I did until it was too late.
I fucked up so badly and did so many things wrong, to the point of no return, so I let her go. The selfless part inside of me wants to say I did the right thing, and the selfish part of me thinks I made the biggest mistake of my life. I guess the selfless side won out because, every time I look at her and see what I did, I realize I don’t deserve her.
I was never supposed to fall in love with her, but that was the best mistake of my life. I will always love her; I have ever since I purposely bumped into her in the hallway.”
― Sarah Brianne, Nero

“Hey, babe, can I sit here?” Elle turned her head and saw Nero standing there, holding a tray.
　　Did he just really ask that, and did he just really call me ‘babe’?
　　“Are you serious? Sit here?” Elle pointed to the chair beside her.
　　“Yes, I was talking directly to you, wasn’t I?” Nero was definitely a smartass.
　　“No, you clearly weren’t because my name isn’t ‘babe’. I bet you don’t even know my name. So, no, you cannot sit here, Nero.”
― Sarah Brianne, Nero