Bratva Butcher Quotes

“You fuck with me again, and believe me when I say, they’ll never find your fucking body, Butcher.” He smiled, a big, beaming, over the moon type of smile that lit up his whole face. “Can I kiss you now?”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Butcher

“A dark, evil smirk curled on my lips. “I don’t kill people who hurt my children, Talon. I take them home.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Butcher

“Little piece of advice,” he whispered. “My father is a bit of a hardass, but he has the biggest heart out of all of us. I watched you guys interact. I haven’t seen him smile in over ten years, and yet, he smiled at you. There was this light in his eyes whenever he looked at you. Whenever he spoke to you. If you do anything to hurt him, I’ll gut you from throat to pelvis and let rats eat you from the inside out. We clear?”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Butcher

“Aleksandr.” He turned to face me, expression guarded. “You got married?” The hurt cut deep. My firstborn child had gotten married, and he didn’t even want to tell me? Was I more like my father than I thought? “Who?” I asked. “That cartel woman?” “Drea, and I don’t want to hear any bullshit about how it’s too quick and I barely know her. She’s strong and fierce and utterly loyal. Her soul is like the sun. Beautiful and bright. She’s magnificent, and there’s nothing you can do or say to make me give her up—” “Aleksandr,” I said softly, interrupting him. “Does she make you happy?” He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.” I nodded. “Then that’s all I need to know.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Butcher

“Love is…” There was almost a dreamlike note to the words as if he was reliving some sort of memory associated with the word. “Everything,” he breathed reverently. “It’s everything. It’s like coming home. An overwhelming sense of peace and serenity. It’s joy. Happiness. Awe. And a million other things that make your heart race so fast, you feel like it’s going to burst out of your chest. It’s warmth. And sunshine. And light and laughter. A hurricane of emotions that just knock you off your feet. It’s waking up early just so you can watch them sleep. It’s three A.M. trips to the store for ice cream because that’s what they feel like, and you’ll do anything to make them happy. It’s having all your worries and troubles just wash away with one smile on their lips.” Then his face turned sad. Full of pain. “Ultimately, though, love…is death. Because to love someone—and I mean truly, truly love someone—your heart…your soul…are tethered to theirs. So, when they die, you die too. Air might still enter your lungs. Your heart might still beat. Blood might still pump in your veins. But you’re not alive. Not really. Not anymore. That part of you that made you you died along with them. You might laugh or smile, but it will be empty. It will be meaningless. Everything will be empty without them. You’ll live your days like a zombie, coasting through life but never really living, waiting eagerly for the day when it will all end so you can be reunited with the other half of your soul.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Butcher

“Fed up and full of anger, I unlocked that dark, evil side of me. The one that felt nothing. No pain. No remorse. No mercy. The Butcher.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Butcher

“Thump, thump, thump. He raised his fist into the air, preparing to strike. I didn’t move a muscle as he ran right for me. Waiting, waiting. Almost there… I ducked under his swinging arm, spun on the balls of my feet and delivered a brutal roundhouse kick to the side of his head from behind. He went down like a house of cards, the entire ring shaking from the impact of his body slamming onto the ground. Casual as you please, I walked over and stared down at him. He’d landed on his back, staring up the ceiling with vacant eyes. I stomped down on his exposed throat with the heel of my foot, killing him instantly.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Butcher

“I want my face to be the last thing you see,”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Butcher