Menace (Scarlet Scars #1)

by J.M. Darhower

They’re so inexperienced, so melodramatic, that it’s boring. They think they’re playing a game of The Godfather, pretending to be Michael Corleone when they’ll never be more than a weak ass Fredo.

You shoot one scumbag in front of a pretty little blonde and suddenly you go from being James Dean to Charlie Manson. Women don’t like Charlie Manson.

It’s like a penis is a prerequisite for an opinion, so if I don’t have one myself, I’ve got to be utilizing someone else’s in order to have any say-so in my own fucking life.”

Affection is the only thing that keeps Lassie from going all Cujo.” “I thought that was rabies.” He turns to me. “I’m speaking metaphorically.” “Yeah, well, you’re doing a shit job of it.”

“That’s usually how it goes, you know... dying has nothing on the horrors of surviving.”