Up in Smoke Quotes

“I’ll love you with everything I have and all that I am. It ain’t much, but it’s yours if you’ll let me give it to you.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“I am loved by him in a way that no one else on the planet could ever love me.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“Because you belong to me. Your fear, your anger, your fury, your fucking defiance. It all belongs to me. And nobody fucks with what’s mine but ME.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“You’re right,” I whisper. “I am a monster.” Roughly, I grab her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye. “I’m your monster.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“You went to college?” I look at her with disbelief. “In a year and a half?” She wrinkles her nose. “More like half an hour. Just for enough time to threaten the dean into giving me a degree. It’s real pretty, too. I framed it. It’s hanging in my room at the MC. Come by. I’ll show you sometime.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“Kids, you can’t live without them and you can’t leave them alone with the household items they can create explosives from.” “Is that what the saying is?” “How the shit would I know?”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“You two conspire to take out an entire criminal organization by yourselves and fail to include me?”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“I imagine that in this moment he's not my captor and I'm not his captive. He's just a beautiful hard man and I'm just a lonely girl starving for human contact.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“It’s all done. It’s over.” Rage announces, pulling away and clapping her hands together. “Now let’s kill something and string its intestines up like Christmas lights.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“I love him. The good, the bad, the violent, the brutal, and the bloody. I love all of him.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“Frankie wants me dirty. Real.
And I want her.
Any way I can fucking have her.
She belongs to me.
Frankie Helburn is mine.
She isn’t under my skin. She’s fucking torched it. My flesh burns for her. She’s the flame and the balm, both painful and soothing. I want more of her.
All of her.
She owns me. Body. Soul. Bloody hands, along with whatever the fuck is left of my heart. It’s hers. All of it.
I’m not just obsessed or consumed by Frankie Helburn.
I lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist and our lips crash together.
She’s part of me.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“I don’t want gentle. I just want you,” she whispers. “All of you.”
I growl and then my lips are on her. She wants all of me, so I give it to her. All six foot three of barren soul and misguided morals. All of my broken, black heart.
All of the nothing I am is now hers.
She’s my victim, and I’m her tormentor.
She’s my prey, and I’m the predator.
She is mine to do with as I please.
And what I please right now is to make her come. Make her scream my name. make her feel every inch of my desire for her and show her she’s always belonged to me.
I want to see her tears of pleasure. I want to hear her screams of pain. I want her moaning my name.
I want it all.
I have it all, and right now there’s no going back. I’m going to take it. Take HER.
Because she’s mine.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“It’s only fair that I break you,” Smoke groans, seating himself fully inside me. He looks me in the eyes. “Since you’ve already broken me.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“I wish I could hate you,” I whisper, feeling the world around me closing in more and more with each passing hour.
“Me, too,” he responds, his lips kissing the back of my head.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“I’m desperate to give my body to the man who may very well be the one who takes my life.
And right now, I don’t fucking care.
Because in Smoke’s arms, I’ve come alive.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“There ain’t many people out there who have my respect. Respect needs to be earned. Preppy’s got mine. The man might have a case of verbal diarrhea there ain’t no cure for, but he’s been through hell and back. He’s been tortured and brutalized the likes of which most folks can’t begin to imagine. Most men, the strongest of men, in both body and spirit would’ve caved after that.
Not Preppy.
Not Samuel Motherfucking Clearwater.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“I took you, hellion. You’re all mine. Only I get to say whether you live or die.”
“You’re a monster,” she whispers on a shaky exhale.
You have no fucking idea.
I withdraw the blade and tuck it away. I brush a lock of dark hair from her eyes, tucking it behind her ear, my fingers lingering on the delicate curve of her bruised and sliced neck.
“You’re right,” I whisper. “I am a monster.” Roughly, I grab her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye.
“I’m your monster.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“I see that look in your eyes,” he says. “It’s best you put an end to that shit right now.”
“What look is that?” I ask.
“Hope. It ain’t gonna do you no fucking good. Not with me. It’s best you stick to fear. Hope may feel like the beginning, but it will gut you in the end. “
His lips brush my ear. “Trust me on that one.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“This man is a walking billboard for both terror and lust. A human thunderstorm.
He’s beautiful.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“You wanna know what the really fucked-up part is?” I sigh. “You’re still the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“She’s my victim, and I’m her tormentor. She’s my prey, and I’m the predator. She is mine to do with as I please.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“Smoke isn’t the problem he is the motherfucking consequence.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“Shit, Rage was right. You really did name the bacon.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“If Preppy is still smiling after all that happened to him, I should be able to smile, too.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“Sometimes all you need is a smidge of torture to put shit in perspective.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“She's cocaine with legs, and I'm a fucking addict before I've even had a taste.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“That’s what I get when people talk about him anyway. He’s a legend over in Logan’s Beach. The people I know are loyal to him because over the years he’s been loyal to them. But he’s a loner. That’s pretty much all I know.” I rest my chin on my fist. “Interesting. He makes it seem like he puts mountains between him and the rest of the world.” Nine laughs and leans forward with his elbows on the counter. “He does. The thing is, my people, our mutual friends? They’re really fucking good climbers.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“Zelda doesn’t look the least bit shocked. She places the dish on the counter and looks over at us with an eyebrow raised and a fist on her hip. “Shit, Rage was right. You really did name the bacon.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“Guessed what?” I ask. “He named the bacon,” she whispers. I’m not sure if she’s talking to herself or to me. “Huh?” “Think of Smoke like a pig farmer,” Rage starts to explain. I have no idea where she’s going with this. “Let me guess. Am I the pig in this scenario?” I ask, pointing at my chest. She nods. “Yes, for this metaphor anyway. Smoke, or anyone who does what we do, are pig farmers and pig farmers don’t name their pigs, they don’t treat them like pets because they’re not. They might be walking around breathing, but they’re food. You don’t cuddle and play with food. You don’t tie pretty bows around your food’s neck.” She holds out her hands, palms up, and shrugs. “You don’t name the bacon.” “And you think Smoke did?” Rage nods. “Oh, Smoke’s a pig namer alright. Never thought I would say that about him. But if he isn’t careful, then soon he’ll be a pig…” Rage pauses and presses her lips together. A burst of laughter escapes, and she covers her mouth with her hands. “A pig fucker?” I barely get the word out. Rage and I look at each other, and we’re lost to laughter until our stomachs ache and our eyes tear.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke

“After a few moments of silence Rage turns to me. “Be honest. What’s your story? How did you end up Smoke’s captive?” “He didn’t tell you?” “He told me his side. I want to hear your side.” “Why?” I ask. “Because I care about Smoke, and I need to know if I should bury you in the prison yard before he gets back,” she says. My eyes widen. She rolls hers. “Don’t worry, I’d totally tell him you offed yourself so he wouldn’t blame me. We’d still be buds.”
― T.M. Frazier, Up in Smoke