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I guess oaths are only wishful promises made with good intentions until fate decides to laugh in your face.
“You’re not the Cortez I take orders from. Bark at me again, and I’ll be the one you need protecting from.”
“You can hate me, treat me like a dog, tell me to be a good boy, but where you go, I go. And when shit hits the fan, you’ll be glad I'm in here and not out there.”
Time doesn’t heal shit. It only gives wounds more time to fester.
“Because when my hands are wrapped around your throat, I’m the one you’ll be praying to.”
“I think grieving is always fucked up. There’s no right way to do it, but not because there’s no wrong way either. There’s nothing right or just or healing about grief. It’s a wound that never heals.”
I don’t like letting go of someone once I know what it’s like to have them.
“Jesus…look at you fucking your fingers like a desperate little whore. Is it my cock you’re imagining? Stretching you. Filling you.”
I’ve never wanted to see such a pretty thing break before.
“If you ever make me that hard again while torturing someone, I’m fucking you next to their corpse.”
“So, no, Cortez, I don’t want to touch you—I want to fuck you, own you, ruin you.”
“We always want to believe the best in family.”
“Don’t think for a second that you aren’t the one in complete control. That you don’t have total power over me.”
