If the Seas Catch Fire Quotes

“They spoke three languages between them, and there weren’t enough words to convey what they’d take to the grave, what they’d had a chance to taste before fate inevitably closed in. Dom”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“I want you. I’m supposed to want you dead, but I just want you. Dom”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“He’d never had sex like this before. Usually it was sweat and panting and driving each other insane until they came. And then maybe they’d collapse together if they liked each other well enough, and maybe they’d catch their breath and do it all over again until sleep took over and tomorrow hurt. This… this was all that and more. Every touch, every kiss, every frantic, trembling movement, added up to something he’d never imagined. This wasn’t the cooperative pursuit of pleasure and orgasms. They held each other, clawed at each other, like they thought they might actually start fusing together. Molecule by molecule, cell by cell, not just getting under each other’s skin but becoming part of each other. One thing that could only become two again if it was broken.”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“They got ninjas working as strippers in this town or something? Well.”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“If I was going to shoot you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. What’s your name?” The Italian lifted his head enough to meet Sergei’s gaze. “Who wants to know?” Sergei rolled his eyes. “The guy who’s going to decide whether you wake up tomorrow in a hospital, a jail cell, or a morgue.” He”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“Sergei took off his seatbelt and climbed between the seats into the back. “What are you doing?” “Putting myself where I can shoot them. Obviously.” “You might want a seatbelt.” “Can’t shoot with one.” “And if I wreck?” “Don’t wreck.” “Sergei,”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“He’d never been this close to someone, this wrapped up in something so needy and honest and raw. Death was waiting outside for both of them, but at least they finally got to know what it was like to feel this alive.”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“Tangling up in bed like this, naked and hard with a predator’s mouth against his and a killer’s hands all over his skin, was deliciously dangerous—if this was what it was like to dance with the devil, then Dom hoped the music never stopped playing. He”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“He didn’t want to leave, and yet his chest hurt because this felt like goodbye. Like a real goodbye. The kind people said when they knew they’d never resurface. The kind that happened in this brutal, unforgiving world where a man, upon realizing there was a price on his head and a red dot on his chest, would often just surrender. Perhaps out of honor, perhaps out of the realization that there was no escape, so why run? Perhaps out of relief, as if this were the closest to suicide their god would allow. Make it quick. Make it count. Ciao. Why the hell did this feel like that? But”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“Eyes closed, he let his head fall forward so the water rushed through his hair and down his neck. He didn’t feel anything yet. No grief. No fear. The adrenaline had settled, and now he was just… numb. The rest would be along once the truth settled in, but at the moment, he felt nothing. Now what? Death was part of this life, but the body count had been rising at an alarming rate for the last few months. And bullets were coming unnervingly close, hitting not just the family, but his family. His uncle and cousins were all he had left, and any of them—hell, Dom himself—could be in the crosshairs at any moment. Without Biaggio, Corrado was the closest thing Dom still had to a father. He was a brutal man. He’d traumatized Dom, taken people and safety and sanity away from him, but he’d also been the man who’d taken Dom in and raised him, even after he’d been the one to calmly end Papa’s life. “It’s business, Domenico,” Corrado had told him while they’d watched men dump dirt on Papa’s still-warm body. “It’s business, and it’s family, and families and businesses are only as strong as their weakest members.” “But…” Dom had been too young to make sense of any of that. Much too young to have seen the things he’d seen. “Papa wasn’t weak.” “No.” Corrado had squeezed his shoulder, grimacing with sympathy. “But he did things that weakened all of us. He had to go, son, because if he stayed, many other men would have died. Do you understand?” More”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“There’d be no sirens. No flashing lights. The police weren’t needed and neither was an ambulance. The coroner would, as always, be discreet—his balls were in the same vise as anyone else in this town whose services a family might require. While”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“Sergei knew as many ways to tease a man as he did to kill him. Tonight, he didn’t care about impressing him with any hip-centric sex voodoo. The only thing that mattered was getting as deep inside him as he could, fast and hard. Sex wasn’t an art form tonight—Dom had tapped into some primal, animalistic side of Sergei, and there was no reining it back in. Not until he came. And Dom came. And they both came again.”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“now, they should have been in bed, making out and groping until one of them finally came up for air long enough to put on a condom. But they didn’t move. They stood in the middle of the room, skin to skin, arms around each other and kissing like… like… Like this. It was as if no one had ever given Dom the memo about the difference between fucking and making love. About how to kiss a one-night stand versus how to kiss a boyfriend. Sergei”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“Sergei stalked the pristine motherfucker for three days before he found a weakness he could exploit. Every man had one, and Nicolá was no exception. In his case, a god and a girl. One he was devoted to as publicly as possible, no doubt to impress the boss. The other, a closely guarded secret, probably because the boss would be decidedly unimpressed. As”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire

“He didn’t need to tell his uncle he’d sworn off clothing forever. There was no way it would be any less painful to dress than it had been to undress, and dressing meant eventually undressing anyway, so he was going to be a nudist for the rest of his life.”
― L.A. Witt, If the Seas Catch Fire