Breaking Point Quotes

“If you die, angel, it means I'm already dead.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Darcangelo winced, gritted his teeth "Want to tell me why ... you're sitting here cuddling me, Hunter?"

"Rossiter says I have to keep you warm. He thinks you're in shock or some shit."
Despite his words and the tone of his voice, there was really worry on Hunter's face.

"Great. Thanks." Darcangelo's head fell back to rest against Hunter's vest, the big guy's strength clearly spent.

A muscle clenched in Hunter's jaw. "Hey, don't mention it--ever.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“He held up the AK-47, the muscles in his arm bunching against the weight. “This is an assault rifle.” Then held up the handgun. “This is a semi-automatic pistol.”
Then he gave a little thrust of his hips and looked down at his penis. “That is my gun. As you’ve discovered, it’s pumpaction like a shotgun , but it doesn’t fire bullets.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“When I realized I was going to die, the only thing I could think about was you and what an idiot I’d been for not telling you how I felt about you. I think I’ve loved you from the moment you lifted that awful blindfold off my face. I opened my eyes, and there you were, the bravest, most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. You set me free Natalie. In so many ways, you set me free.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Marc to Gabe: "What do you know about the lemon stuff? You weren't in desert combat. You were a park ranger. I'm not dissing that. It's an important job. Someone has to keep the chipmunks in line. I've watched Chip and Dale. I know how sneaky those little bastards can be.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Son of a bitch!” Hunter stared. “I fucking hate it
when he does shit like that. That man has a supernatural relationship with gravity.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Wulfe leaned in. "Where did you send Ms. Benoit?"
"Disneyland."
"Who knows my connection to the Zetas?"
"The US Marshall Service, SWAT, my dentist, Oprah---"
"How did you know we were coming? Clearly, someone tipped you off."
"That guy." Zach points with a jerk of his head toward of of Wulfe's minions. The man looked uncertainly at Wulfe, taking a step backward. "He text me just before you stepped in the elevator.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“This is what I love to see--different branches of law enforcement at each other's throats. It gives the bad guys the head start they need, which in turn gives us all job security.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Zach kissed her forehead. "I'm not going to let anything like that happen to you again. You're going to live out your days as the cosseted and cherished wife of a chief deputy U.S. Marshal.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“I wish Darcangelo were here. He'd fucking hate this.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Got enough leg room there, Rossiter?" Marc asked.

"You bet. If not I'll just make use of the overhead bin.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Gabe leaned down, whispered in her ear. "The U.S. Marshal Service is at the top of the law-enforcement pecking order, outranking everyone, even the FBI. They have jurisdiction no matter where they are."

Marc's gaze followed Zach. "I wish Darcangelo were here. He'd fucking hate this.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Natalie was going to stay at home, cooking meals, baking pies, and making sure their life together was comfortable. When Zach came home from a hard day's work, she wanted to be there for him, not coping with her own stress and fatigue. She knew some women would object to her decision, but this was her life, and she was going to live it as she chose.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Javier to Hunter: "How long you and Dargangelo been married?”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“If I told you your bare ass looks fantastic in the moonlight, would you hold that against me?”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Electricity poured though him like liquid agony, setting every nerve on fire. His body arched, his muscles going into spams, a cry tearing itself from between clenched teeth.

Then Quintana stepped back, leaving Zach shaking, breathless, wanting to puke. Strangely, he found the pain easier to bear now than he had two weeks before. Perhaps it was just that he'd been through this before. Or perhaps it was the fact that his pain was buying time for the woman he loved.

Why hadn't he told her? Why hadn't he told Natalie he loved her when he'd had the chance? It would've taken only a few seconds. What the hell had he been afraid of?
And all at once it hit him- regret as deep and wide as the ocean.

Natalie.

If he died today, she would never know what she meant to him. If he died, he would never even get a shot at building a life with her, of knowing what it was like to come home every night and find someone waiting for him. Hell, he wouldn't even know whether he'd gotten her pregnant.
Then don't die, McBride.

Zach looked into the eyes of the man who was going to kill him.

I love you, Natalie. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Forgive me.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Awakened by the oppressive midday heat, Zach opened his eyes to see a small blue and tan lizard doing what looked like push-ups about a foot away from his face.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Look!" She pointed, a smile on her face. "Wild pigs!"

"They have razor-sharp tusks, so don't try to hug one.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“All those people - poor Sr. Marquez, Ana-Letitia, Sergio - they died because of me? I brought that down on them? Oh, God!"

Then she turned and fled up the stairs.

"Well, I'd say you handled that with great sensivity."

"Go to hell, Hunter!" Zach stood there, staring after her.

"Your first.”
― pamela clare, Breaking Point

“Oh my stars!”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“Forgotten about you?" He caught her chin, forced her to make eye contact, his gaze flashing anger, then slowly going gentle. "That would never happen. Never."

And Natalie got the sense that she'd hurt him.”
― pamela clare, Breaking Point

“He wanted to tell her that if it were simply a matter of crossing the river Styx and trading places with Beau, he'd be gone in a heartbeat.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point

“He felt empty, broken, defeated.”
― Pamela Clare, Breaking Point