Suzanne Wright

“Cock-sucking son of a goddamn dick-faced bitch!”

“Hey, I have a suggestion, why not put a condom over your head – if you’re going to act like a complete dick then it makes sense to dress like one.”

“Grace’s gaze skimmed over her, taking in the various marks of possession that decorated her flesh. “Well, short of having ‘Property of Trey Coleman’ tattooed on your forehead, he couldn’t have made it any clearer that he considered you his, could he?”

“She’s my mate. She’s mine. No one keeps her from me. No one insults her. And no one – and I mean no one – talks to her the way you just did, understand me?”

“Kieran will you sod off with that mascara and eyeliner before I end up looking like a bloody panda!”

“No need to take it out on me that you're so wrinkled you have to screw your hat on.”

“Oh come on, you talk so much shit I can smell it on your breath.”

“I love you ... You're mine ... And you're not leaving me ever again... I really am so sick and tired of trying to live without you.”

“she was a sarcastic bitch and when she was pissed off the sarcasm took on a life of it's own.”

“Like it or not, your business became mine the minute you let me inside your body.”

“Here's something for you to remember; you might have been born into money, but you came out of a vagina the same as everyone else. Popping out of one that's rich doesn't make you anything but lucky, or susceptible to being stuck your own arse. Whichever.”

“Even bitches can get a break in life.”

“Just give me a second. Attempting to give a fuck...Attempting harder to give a fuck...Sorry, there was an error; fuck not given.”