Bratva Knight Quotes

“Bitch, you should know by now that I’d do anything for you. You’re my ride or die. The Dominic Toretto to my Brian O’Conner. The Shrek to my Donkey. The James P Sullivan to my Mike Wazowski.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Just because he wasn’t there for me when I needed him the most, didn’t mean I wouldn’t be there for him when he needed me.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Since we’re sharing news,” I coughed. “I have something to tell you all. I’m leaving.” That did it. Father’s gaze whipped to me and they all spoke overtop of one another. Father: “What are you talking about?” Aleksandr: “Where are you going?” Lukyan: “Can I have your room?”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“So the plan was simple. Father would hold Illayana back while The Crimson Death took our lives quickly and painlessly—something the woman claimed she could do easily—and then Father would kill her before finally killing himself, leaving Illayana to be the last one standing.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“All three of us yelled over one another, not letting anyone get a word in. We switched between English and Russian as the fight started to mutate, issues from the past rushing to the surface that had absolutely nothing to do with what we were arguing about, but just added fuel to the fire. “I know it was you who ate that last brownie!” Lukyan screamed at Illayana.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“I honestly couldn’t fucking care less, but I smiled and laughed along with them.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“I clutched his flaccid dick in my hands and cut it off right at the base. Dario screeched so loudly, it hurt my ears, his whole body thrashing and convulsing. I pried his mouth open and shoved it inside.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“and then he roared,”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“You need to stop doing shit for me,” I said anyway, moving to help put the food away. “I’d rather die,” he said with complete seriousness.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Me either. But I guess rich people need something exciting to get their blood pumping. When you have the ability to buy anything you want, you get bored pretty quickly.” “You're rich,” I pointed out. Did that mean he was bored? “I have you and I kill people for a living. That’s enough to keep me entertained for a lifetime. And more.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“He just wanted someone to give a shit about him.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Then there was the snake in his underwear. Or, more accurately, the can of pringles, because that was how big and thick the damn thing was. It was fucking monstrous.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Spill it, Tatiana.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “The bitch deserved it.” “I’m sure she did. Care to tell me why?” “She keeps flirting with my best friend’s husband. So I rubbed poison ivy into her underwear,” she said proudly.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Tatiana climbed into the driver's seat and I followed, getting into the passenger side. “Maybe I should drive,” I said nervously, watching her put her seat belt on. “You swore you wouldn’t try to take over.” “I’m not. I’m just offering to drive.” “And I’m just offering to punch you in the throat. Again.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Before I knew what I was doing, my hand was around his throat and I was forcing him back, his body bending over the desk. I growled again, this time right in his face, my teeth bared like a fucking animal.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“I smiled, full and bright, and fell to my knees. One knee wasn't enough. Not for my Queen. "Tatiana—" She burst into tears. Emotion welled in my chest. Tears began to form behind my eyes, but I pushed them back, exhaling a shuddering breath. "Tatiana, I've agonised for months, trying to find the right words to convey how much you mean to me, the words you deserve, but I always came up short. The truth of it is, nothing ever seemed good enough. There was no combination of words I could come up with that would accurately explain your worth to me, how much I love you, how much I value you, but I'm going to try anyway." Another breath. "I've lived in a world with you, and I've lived in a world without you, and though our time apart was one of the worst moments of my life, it showed me something incredibly vital. That I never want to do it again. Tatiana, I love you so much, more then anything else in this world, and there isn't a single thing I wouldn't do for you. I would lie for you. Kill for you. Die for you. I would do anything you asked of me because your happiness is my happiness. I want to spend the rest of my life showering you with the love and devotion you deserve. I want to grow old with you, and I pray that when our time comes that I go first, so I never have to experience a world without you again." With shaky hands, I pulled out the ring box and opened it. Tatiana gasped, her eyes widening. "Tatiana Vera Andreeva, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" My heart hammered so hard in my chest I struggled to breathe. Oh god, what if she says no? What if she doesn't want to marry me? What if— "Yes," Tatiana cried, smiling. "Yes, yes, yes.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“And your wife”—his gaze shifted to Drea—“managed to pull off one of the biggest infiltrations I’ve ever witnessed. She showed where her true loyalties lay, and that she would go above and beyond for you. Which, my son, is one of the greatest gifts men like us can ever hope to get. It’s my time to step aside and your time to shine. Both of you.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Father—” He raised a hand, silencing Aleksandr from saying another word as he sat down gallantly. “During my absence, both you and your wife proved that you have what it takes to not only fill the role of Pakhan, but fill it well.” He stressed the last word, pride ringing in his voice.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Father stomped into the room a few minutes later, that dark, angry cloud that had been following him around for the last few days hanging over his head. He looked around the room. “Where’s your wife?” Considering only one of us was married (for now), it was easy to guess he was talking to Aleksandr. My brother frowned, getting to his feet. “She’s upstairs.” “Get her here,” he snapped. “What part of ‘family meeting’ did you not understand? She’s family, isn’t she?”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Oh, don’t worry. Everything’s fine.” I heard Lukyan say, coming in behind me. “Those heathens aren’t in any danger. Nikolai came bursting through the main gate because he’s horny and wants to bang.” “Aw! I love that!” Drea gushed, then I heard the distinct sound of a harsh slap. “Why don’t you do anything like that for me?”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“My thoughts had reverted back to caveman-style thinking. Want my woman. Fuck my woman. Want. Fuck. Want. Fuck. Want. Fuck.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“I’ve always loved you. There was never any doubt about that. My problem lay in whether or not I could trust you again. You hurt me, Nikolai. So much I didn’t think my heart and soul would ever heal from it. But in these last few months, you’ve shown me not only with your words, but also your actions that you’ll always be there for me. Come hell or high water. You’ve proven time and time again that you love me. That you’d do anything for me. I know in my heart that you’d never hurt me again, like you did before.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“This is for all of those women who didn’t have a knight of their own to come and save them.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“He found me. He was covered head to toe in blood, so much so that it literally looked like he’d bathed in the stuff. It dripped down his face. It drenched his hair and clung to his clothes. The rage burning in his eyes made my breath hitch. I’d never seen him so angry. His chest rose and fell with deep, hard breaths, his teeth bared and face contorted with so much fury, I thought he’d burn the whole room down with just that look alone.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“You need to stop doing shit for me,” I said anyway, moving to help put the food away. “I’d rather die,” he said with complete seriousness. I rolled my eyes. “Kind of dramatic, but okay.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Because there’s nothing in this world that could keep me from you. There’s no obstacle I wouldn’t climb. No task I wouldn’t complete. No person I wouldn’t kill to get back to you. You, my beautiful Tatiana, are the centre of my universe.” He placed the softest kiss on my lips. “Moye vse.” My everything.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“Nikolai and I were connected in a way I don’t think either of us entirely understood. If I believed in soul mates—in two souls being one, like both sides of a coin—then there would be no doubt in my mind that we were made for each other.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“What was his name?” Sadness enveloped me. His name. Despite what I’d done, despite not being there for Tatiana, the name she’d chosen for our son was a name I didn’t deserve. “Nikolas,” I whispered, more tears falling from my eyes. “Nikolas Ivan Volkov.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“I wanted to explore fashion. I wanted to design my own clothing line, like Brooke Davis, and move to one of the fashion capitals of the world.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight

“I want all of you. I want every single part of you, not just your body or the parts you’re only willing to give. I want everything. The good, the bad and every beautiful, precious moment in between. You’re not ready to give that to me now, and I understand. I do. I broke your trust and you’re scared to let me back in. But hear me now, Tatiana Vera Andreeva. I will never stop trying to get back what we had. What I destroyed. I will wait my entire fucking life for you. Because you’re worth every single second of that wait, no matter how agonising it is.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Knight