Hafsa A.

“　“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

“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

“Elle hugged Amo’s side, then she leaned up as high as she could and kissed him on the cheek, barely making it. “Thanks.”
　　Elle ran off into the classroom to go be with her best friend. She couldn’t be happier
　　Nero couldn’t be more pissed. He didn’t understand how Amo could get a fucking thank you without asking. How he could get a kiss without asking. How come she never throws herself at me for a hug? I want a fucking hug.”
― 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