“(Stoner stepped into view and put the barrel of his 9 mm H&K against the man’s forehead.)Drop it. They can patch a knife would, but I doubt we’ll find all the pieces to put your brain back together. (Stoner)”

“A woman’s sexuality is not at all like a man’s. A man can literally f**k a watermelon and come. If you put enough friction on his c**k, in some semblance of a rhythm, he will orgasm. It’s a no brainer.”

“(Stoner lowered the gun to Carlos’s crotch.)Should we continue splitting hairs? (Stoner)”

“Good.” Michael wrapped his hand around the hilt.Then he lifted it, cocked the hammer, and put the barrel against Hunter’s forehead. “Now where the fuck are my brothers?”

“Words are like eggs dropped from great heights. You can't ever put the pieces back together after they hit home.”

“I can’t do this with you, Vincent.” Lexi stepped back, putting some distance between them.“We belong together.” There was no doubt, no question in his voice, as he said the words, onlyutter certainty.”