Bratva Menace Quotes

“I would still love you if you were a worm.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“I felt at peace I felt…for the first time in my life…like I was home.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“The hug was light. Comforting. Supportive. Everything a hug ought to be, and I couldn’t help but feel wistful. I’d never received a hug like that from my own father, and it wasn’t until then that I truly realized what I had been missing. Dimitri stepped back and offered me a warm, kind smile. “Dobro pozhalovat’ v sem’yu, dochka.” Welcome to the family, daughter.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“I know I’ve said it before, but I’m proud of you. The work you did with Sergei was exceptional,” he said, voice soft.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“Most people wouldn’t have survived a straight shot to the chest like that. But my father wasn’t just anyone. He was the toughest, baddest, most resilient fucker I’d ever known. If anyone was ever going to tell the Grim Reaper to fuck off, it would be him.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“My family. My family was there.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“I stood taller, refusing to let even a sliver of fear take root inside me. If I was going to die, I was going to take as many of those fuckers down with me as I could. Father nodded, face solemn. He gripped the side of my face and brought his forehead to rest against mine. “You’re not too much,” he whispered. “You’re perfect, just the way you are. Remember that.” I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in. His words meant more to me than he would ever know. He pulled back to look at Autumn and smiled. “Love you, Devil Woman.” She smiled back. “Love you back, Your Royal Grouchiness.” Father allowed himself one more moment of weakness, his eyes filling with so much emotion it seemed to almost cripple him before he shut it down, a dark, evil beast rising in his place. He raised his gun into the air and roared, “Kill them all!” “KILL THEM ALL!” we roared back and ran out of the house.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“You were stalking.” “God forbid a woman has a hobby.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“He stared at me, mouth slightly agape in what I could only describe as befuddlement. “Oh. You’re like, insane insane.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“But this time…This time, I wanted to let the beast fucking free. Everyone thought that because I liked to crack jokes and have fun, I didn’t have a dark side. They couldn’t have been more fucking wrong. A cold, unrelenting darkness swept over me. The smile that was always on my face dropped, and the beast reared its head, shining out through my eyes. I stared him down, face hard as stone. A flicker of fear flashed across Akim’s face. He squirmed ever so slightly in his seat, and his gaze fell to the floor.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“There was anger in my grandfather’s eyes for sure, but there was also a sliver of pride. Sergei loved strength. “Do not call me that. Release him and sit.” “Okay.” The devil on my shoulder whispered something in my ear. I listened. I shoved the soldier’s arm up harshly, and another loud crack followed. He screamed. I let him go, and he crumbled to the floor, trying and failing to hold his broken shoulder. I cleared my throat. “Excuse me. Let me just squeeze in here,” I said to the man crying on the floor as I tried to wedge myself between him and the chair. “Yep, that’s it, a little more to the side. Ah, thank you,” I blew out, sitting back down.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“She stood at the top of the stairs, dressed in black pants, a white button-up shirt with all the bells and whistles of a pilot uniform, right down to the hat on her head. She was staring right at the car, straight at me, as the vehicle moved further and further away. Familiarity sparked.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“Sorry about that,” I said, smoothing my hair. “I’m spontaneously violent.” “Spontaneously violent,” Lukyan repeated, blinking slowly. “Yeah. But don’t worry. It’s not like, all the time. Just when people piss me off.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“Oh. You’re like, insane insane.” “I prefer the term mentally spicy,”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“Unknown: What’s wrong, my love? You look sad. I stiffened. It’s her. Excitement soared through me—so much so that it took all of my willpower to keep my body from shaking.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“What I am doing,” he began, calm but cold, “is sending my youngest brother halfway around the world to kill him.” I clicked my fingers on both hands as I shaped them into guns, pointing them at Arturo while pumping my eyebrows up and down and clicking my tongue. “That’s me.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“Everyone was looking at me with surprised, wide-eyed expressions, like they’d been stunned into complete silence. Well, everyone except my father. He had the beginnings of a knowing smirk on his lips, eyes alight with glee. If I had to pick a saying for that particular expression, it’d have to be, that’s my boy.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace

“But I didn’t have the time to dwell on it. I needed to⁠— Pull yourself together! I slapped myself across the face. The slight sting of pain knocked me out of my panicked daze. Autumn blinked. “The fuck was that?” “Factory reset.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Menace