Menace Quotes

“I've heard some stupid questions in my life. Usually they come in clusters: Why do you have that gun? What are you doing? Are you going to kill me? Uh, duh. I'm sure as hell not going to shoot myself.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“There’s a reason girls yell ‘fire’ instead of ‘rape’, why we lie and say we have boyfriends instead of just saying ‘no’ when we’re not interested. Because a lot of men respect another man’s property more than they respect a woman’s right to her own body. So”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“I swear to God, if you throw yourself off this roof, I’m jumping after you, and I’m going to catch you.”
Whoa. I don’t know what to make of those words.
My eyes widen, my heart racing.
“I’ll catch you,” he says again, his face so close to mine I can feel his breath on my skin, “because in those few seconds before you hit the ground, I’m going to fucking choke the life out of you for doing that shit. You got me?”
“I got you,” I whisper, surprised I can even speak.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“And what, you think you can fix me?” she asks, turning in her stool to face me, shifting her body closer, so close I can smell the liquor on her warm breath as she whispers, “Think you can make me whole again? Save me from the world? Save me from myself? Fill me up, maybe fuck the feeling back into me, like the big, strong, man you are? Make me a real woman, instead of a broken little girl?”
There’s a sickening sweetness to her voice that sends a chill down my spine. If I never heard a thinly veiled ‘fuck you’ before, that was certainly one for the books. I move closer to her, uncomfortably so, cocking my head slightly as I lean in, watching as her body tenses. She thinks I’m about to kiss her, my mouth just inches from hers, before I stop, my voice gritty as I say, “On the contrary, Scarlet, I don’t think you need to be fixed at all.”
“No?”
“No,” I say. “I think you’re perfect the way you are.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“I've seen love bring a monster back to life before, but most of the time, the monster just loves you to death.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“But the world can’t comprehend a woman being that strong. We’re supposed to buckle and break, like the only time we can possibly have any strength is if there’s someone with a dick standing by our side.
It’s like a penis is a prerequisite for an opinion, so if I don’t have one myself, I’ve got to be utilizing someone else’s in order to have any say-so in my own fucking life.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Got a job for you, Seven.”
“Yeah?”
“I need you to find someone.”
“Who?”
“A woman,” I say. “About five and a half feet tall. Brown hair. Brown eyes.”
“That describes half the women in New York.”
“Yeah, well, the one I’m looking for is twenty-one or so,” I say. “She’s good-looking, kind of curvy for being so petite... got a red ‘S’ tattooed on her wrist...”
He stares at me, like he expects more information. “What else?”
I shrug, glancing at the high heels, flipping them over to look at the red soles. “She wears a size thirty-nine shoe.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Shouldn’t be too hard,” he says, blinking a few times as he looks at the ground. “Only a couple million people in the city.”
“That’s the spirit,” I say, slapping him on the back.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“I’m the kind of guy who will run into a burning building without thinking of the flames... especially since, you know, chances are I set the fire to begin with.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Glancing up, I meet her gaze. “You can work on that mouth of yours.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“It’s running a little rough. Nothing a face-fucking can’t fix, though.”
Her eyes widen. “Big words for a guy who drinks Capri Sun.”
I try to keep a straight face, but I crack at that, letting out a laugh. “Got me there.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“You keep being so charming and I might start catching feelings.”
“I wouldn’t blame you,” I say. “Just, you know, keep them to yourself, in case they’re contagious.”
“Don’t worry,” she says. “I practice safe sentiment. I’ll be sure to wrap it before I yap it.”
I laugh at that. This goddamn woman. She’s got a mouth on her, without a doubt, the kind of mouth that’s destined to get her in a lot of trouble in life.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“I'm starting to understand what everyone says about you."
"And what, pray tell, do they say? Don't leave me in suspense here."
"That there's something seriously wrong with you."
"Oh, well, I could've told you that. There's a lot wrong with me.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“I’m not in the mood.”
“When are you ever in the mood?” he asks.
“every other Friday and twice on Saturday.”
“it’s Saturday,” he points out.
“Yeah, well, try again later,” I say. “I’m not in the mood right now.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“You have to be careful who you give pieces of yourself to, because even a little bit here and there adds up to a hell of a lot eventually, and It’s not worth it, losing yourself to them, giving yourself to people who don’t give a fuck about you. You keep pouring yourself into other people and you’ll just wind up empty.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Reason number twelve, you’ve got a mini-me out there somewhere, and I kind of want the chance to meet a little Scarlet.” “You don’t like kids,” I point out. “True, I don’t,” he says. “But she’s your kid, which means there’s a decent chance she’s not half-bad, either.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“I got you. It’s okay.”
I blink rapidly, my eyes burning, a lump in my throat that I’m struggling to swallow back.
“I got you,” he says for the third time, “but I’m telling you, if you start fucking crying on me right now, if you start boo-hoo’ing, there’s a chance I’ll just throw you over the side myself, so don’t do it.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Swinging the spatula, he smacks Leo in the head, the loud thwack echoing though the kitchen. "Shit!" Leo winces, "What the hell was that for?"
"The table isn't set," Lorenzo says. "What are we, animals?"?”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Death doesn’t always come with a scream and a bang, no… death, when premature, usually comes like a whisper on the wind, quietly stalking you until it can rob you of your last breath.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Welcome to the madhouse. Feel free to stay as long as you’d like, but as long as you’re here, there are rules to be followed.”
“Like?”
“Like betray me and I kill you. Lie to me and I kill you. Ignore an order and I kill you. Otherwise, do whatever the hell you want. You think you can handle that?”
“As long as you don’t talk down to me because I’m a woman. You pull some misogynistic shit and I’ll kill you. We got a deal?”
Those words, they do something to me, hearing that threat come from her lips, so at odds with that low, sultry voice. It makes me hard in an instant.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Why would you be my friend? What do you get out of it?”
I consider that question as I sip from the bottle of rum, sitting back down in my chair. “The truth?”
“Please.”
“I’m bored,” I admit. “I came to the city because of a movie, too. The Godfather. But reality? It’s nothing like it is in the movies. Most days we just sit around, waiting for something to happen. It’s monotonous. The world, it’s all in black and white, but you? You’re so many shades of red, woman, and color me curious, but I find myself not so bored with your bullshit around.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Fuck,” I groan, my voice gritty, my eyes closing as I tilt my head back. Her hand is warm, her skin velvety soft, but her touch is firm as she strokes, hitting just the right places to set me off. Her thumb massages the sweet spot on the underside of my cock, the sensitive outer ridges of the head, right where those nerve endings are bundled.
Jesus, this woman knows her anatomy.
A+
Top marks.
Summa cum laude.
Valedictorian of her motherfucking class.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Mind your own business and you’ll live hundred years. Problem is, you know, a hundred years is a long time. Do I really want to live that long?”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Remember what Mommy said about what to do when something scares you?” “Name it,” she whispered. “Exactly.” Her mother’s smile softened. “If you give the monster a name, it takes away its power, because we’re really just afraid of what we don’t know. If”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“If you give the monster a name, it takes away its power, because we’re really just afraid of what we don’t know. If you name it, if you know what it is, you can be stronger than it. So face your fears and wipe your tears, remember? Face your fears and wipe your tears.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Do you know what it’s like to be invisible? Do you know what it’s like to have the world turn its back on you, to turn a blind eye to your existence, like you never even mattered? Do you know what it’s like to scream until your throat is raw only to realize everyone tuned you out long ago and nobody heard a single word?
Because I do. I know.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“He lets out a dramatic sigh. “We’ve been dating for over a year… you’d think my own brother would remember her name by now.” “Please,” I say. “I barely remember your name, Pretty Boy. Names mean nothing to me. They’re irrelevant. They don’t define a person. They just label them. And well, if I’m going to label people, I’m going to label them in a way that defines them to me. Like… Firecracker.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“Are you done crying now?” he asks.
I laugh again. “You’re such an asshole.”
“I was going to talk to you,” he says, “but you might blow snot on me with all that blubbering.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“I’ve been told a time or two that I spiral.
Zero to sixty in the blink of an eye.
One second, I’m perfectly fine, laughing, smiling. The next, I’ve got my hands around someone’s throat, choking the life out of them.
There’s probably a name for whatever’s wrong with me, but I’ve got no interest in a diagnosis. I don’t need treatment. Until people stop being ignorant, I’m going to keep on getting pissed. No little mood-stabilizing pill can stop that from happening.
But still, sometimes, I can feel it. I feel myself spiraling hard, and falling far, making mountains out of molehills that even I struggle to climb.
And today? I’m feeling it.
My hands shake.
I can hardly see straight.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“You want me to let you go?” I ask, leaning down, pausing just shy of her lips.
“Yes.”
“Ask nicely,” I tell her. “Say ‘Lorenzo Gambini, I beg of you, please, let me go and I’ll suck your dick.’”
She laughs again, harder. “You wish.”
“I do,” I say. “No doubt about it.”
“Lorenzo Gambini,” she whispers between kisses, “I beg of you, please... fuck me.”
I kiss her once more before pulling back, shifting position, smirking. “Well, since you asked so nicely...”
I thrust hard, sliding right in first goddamn try.
BAM.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“I happen to like my balls. They accentuate my cock quite nicely, you know. I’d show you, but well... you’ve got to earn that first. So pay attention, okay? There’s work to do here.”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace

“face your fears and wipe your tears”
― J.M. Darhower, Menace