Bratva Prince Quotes

“If you’re gonna kill me, kill me. I’m not afraid to die. So if you’re gonna do it, hurry up. Otherwise, get the fuck out of my face.” For the briefest moment, all I could do was stare at her in shock. I could tell by the look in her eyes she was entirely serious. She wasn’t scared to die. There wasn’t an ounce of fear on her face. Just total calmness, complete ease, like this was just another day at the office. I’d never met a woman like her. She was fearless. Even in the face of death.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“love you so much it hurts. It physically hurts to be without you, to not see you. To not speak to you. To think of you gone. You’ve managed to burn yourself into my mind, my soul. Branded yourself in my heart. So, now you own it.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“I wasn’t in the mood to play games. I was tired, still in pain from the stab wound in my fucking shoulder, and pissed off I wasn’t balls deep in the woman I loved right now. Whoa, loved? I thought about it for a moment and then internally shrugged. Sounded about right.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“Dayton’s cries never eased. He cried right up until the moment he took his last breath.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“I’d fallen hard for the man who kidnapped me, who kept me locked in a room day after day, refusing to let me go. A man who was strong. Fierce. A huge grump but who also did the sweetest things for me, like bring me grilled cheese sandwiches every day because I’d told him one time they were my favourite. Or when he brought me my own very first bike and taught me how to ride it.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“How could I let her go? I needed Drea like I needed air in my lungs. Blood in my veins. Food in my belly. She was everything I needed to survive, and the thought of being without her was…unbearable.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“I arched a brow, intrigued. I leaned to the side to get a glimpse inside the room. Rayna was still hanging from the ceiling, her eyes dull and lifeless, her face frozen in unimaginable pain. She was naked, a straight cut running from the hollow of her neck all the way down to her pelvis. Her skin had been pulled outwards, her organs spilling out onto the floor. You could see directly inside her body. Illayana had completely eviscerated her.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“I unlocked the car and Drea burst out, a wild, frantic look in her eyes. “Fuck, are you okay?” “I’m fine,” I frowned as she ran her hands over me, looking for injuries. “Oh, good. I’m glad you’re not hurt.” I didn’t know you cared so much, malyshka. “Because I want to be the one to hurt you,” she hissed, slapping me across the face. Oh.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“Everything else can be learnt, you just have to be willing to put in the time and hard work.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“Damn him. Damn him and that sexy voice. That rugged, handsome face. That hard, chiselled body. Damn every goddamn inch of him.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“I don’t want or need another woman’s man.” “Please,” Leggy scoffed. “You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do? You’re trying to drive a wedge between us so you can be Queen of the Bratva. Well let me tell you something. He will never marry some Spanish suka like you. He’ll play around with you. Fuck you. But eventually he’ll get bored of you like he has with every other woman who isn’t me. And when that happens, he’ll chuck you back into the dirt where you belong.” “Helloooo paranoid city. First of all, I didn’t even know you existed, so how could I have been planning to drive a wedge between the two of you? Second of all, I have no interest in being Queen of anything. And third of all, you put your hands on me again and we’re gonna have problems.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“My days were boring. Repetitive. Usually Aleksander would show up some time after I woke up and offer me some sort of deal to get me to talk. I’d tell him where to shove it and he’d leave.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“I straightened his arm out so the inside of this wrist sat against my bent knee and smashed the side of my fist into his elbow, snapping the bone. Peroxide screamed and screamed and screamed. I let him fall face first and he curled into a ball, cradling his broken arm close to his body. Tears began to flow. Fucking pussy.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“Drea lifted her left hand into the air, showing Dominik the diamond ring on her finger. “I’m Aleksandr’s wife.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“Good. Because I love you too.” Relief filled me at her declaration. “But that doesn’t change that I’m pissed at you.” I arched an eyebrow. “For what?” “For thinking you can just send me away without even bothering to say goodbye.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“I love you so much it hurts. It physically hurts to be without you, to not see you. To not speak to you. To think of you gone. You’ve managed to burn yourself into my mind, my soul. Branded yourself in my heart. So, now you own it.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“You bastard!” she screeched, flailing wildly. “You swore you wouldn’t kill me if I told you what I know! You swore!” “Yes, I did, and I’m a man of my word Rayna. So don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” She breathed out a huge sigh of relief, her entire body slumping as if all the energy left her at once. “Your life isn’t mine to take.” Her head snapped up, her brows lowered in confusion. Behind me the door opened, the click-clack of high heels hitting the concrete floor echoing throughout the room. “Fuck,” Rayna choked, her eyes widening in fear. Liquid splattered on the ground between her legs, the stench of urine reaching my nose, and I laughed. Yeah, my sister had that effect on people. I turned, a smile spreading across my face as Illayana walked in.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“I love dogs, but cats freak me out. You never know what those little bastards are thinking. They’ll either cuddle you or cut you.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“Hey,” I said softly. “You’ve got this. There’s nothing you can’t do if you put your mind to it. You go to New York and show them what us Volkovs are made of.” She smiled softly. “But I’m not a Volkov anymore.” “Sestra,” Sister. I laid a hand on her shoulder in comfort. “It doesn’t matter what your last name is. You’ll always be a Volkov.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“And yet, none of the Bratva women I’d met had ever shown such a complete and total lack of fear. Except maybe my sister. But she was batshit crazy.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“My baby sister is in there. From the moment she was born, it has been my job to protect her, to keep her safe and look out for her.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“Her glare was like daggers, sharp enough to cut my skin. “Get. Fucked,” she spat. “You offering?” “Not if you were the last man on Earth, estúpido, cabron arrogante,” you stupid, arrogant asshole. A smirk curved on my lips. “Estas segura de eso?” You sure about that? I responded in Spanish. Her mouth fell open in shock, eyes going wide. “Hasta pronto, Drea,” See you soon, Drea, I said walking out.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“You keep your mouth shut, you hear me? Not one fucking word. To anyone. You saw nothing. You know nothing.” “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” he said in a feminine voice, quoting a line from Game of Thrones.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“Being around you soothes my mind, it quiets the storm raging inside of me. It brings peace to my soul.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“That’s it. Okay, start pedalling.” “I’m going to fall.” “No you won’t. I’ve got you.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“was big on assuming the worst in people. Especially men. I didn’t trust easily. I never put my heart on the line because the last time I’d done that, it had been shattered.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“Get fucked by a knife and die.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince

“would dissipate after cumming in front of him. But it hadn’t. If anything, it was even more ferocious. I was still so fucking hungry for him. When Aleksandr opened the door to my ‘room’, I paused, hesitating in the doorway. This was the longest I’d spent out of the cuffs since I got here. I didn’t want to”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Prince