Ruthless Traitor Quotes

“You finish that sentence, kid, you better do it with a bullet to my brain, because I’ve beaten men to death for less charges.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“I adore you.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“He could talk a saint into sin and seduce a thief into becoming a patron.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“Don't try to become a man of success, be a man of value.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“We get to choose who we want to be. No one else. Just you. Just me.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“What message do you want to send?" "Touch my brother and I'll burn his world down.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“Unlike my guests, I knew every crevice in the broken cement. Step on a crack, break a mother fucker's back. Kick a stone, die alone. Strike first, avoid the worst.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“It wasn't that we wanted her in a cage. No, we wanted her to be able to cage anything that came at her.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“Right, because Milo the DICK-tater..." Fuck my life, she made him sound like a poorly constructed tater tot, and it was killing me not to laugh.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“Going after what I wanted—it was like winning a series of campaigns in a war I'd spent so much time on my back foot, that I craved these victories. Vaughn's passion. Jasper's rough kisses and soft words. The passion-drenched and quiet moments with Rome. The dangerous invasion of Liam's kiss, that for just a little while had burned a path into the encroaching darkness and forced it back. Freddie's and Kellan—I wanted all of them. Slut or not. Whore or not. Whatever, I wasn't going to label it.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“But I really didn't like her and now she's dead." "Well," I said slowly. "That sounds complicated. But not liking someone doesn't automatically get them killed. Trust me. If that was the case, this world would have a lot fewer assholes in it.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“You love me." I was still back on those three words. He gave me a smile that was half-secret, half-teasing. "Yes, I do." Lifting my hands to his lips, he kissed each palm before he fixed his gaze on me again. "I love you. I don't need a test to tell me that.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“Jasper..." I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. "All of this started because you all thought I was Milo's sister. What if—what if we get blood work or a test done, and it turns out I'm not this Ivy you all love so much. What then?" "I have zero doubts that you're his sister." The ferocity of his belief seemed to echo with Rome's unfaltering faith. "But let's say for the sake of argument, you guys take a blood test, and it says you're not brother and sister." "Right." "I'd still love you," he told me simply and I swore a chill wrapped around me like an icy north wind. "Because you are the girl I've watched over from afar for years. You, Emersyn Sharpe. My swan. The fierce dancer who fights back with not only her body, but her mind. Who doesn't let anyone control her, no matter how right they might be or how much they may have her well being in mind. You are probably one of the toughest people I've ever met, and I adore you. It's really that simple.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“But I'd die for you, too. Emersyn—the complicated answer is, you belong here with us, even if we're not the best or have all the money or the fancy standing. Even if we can't give you a swanky apartment in a high rise or fame or even all the stuff you're used to...but we protect what is ours and we always have each other's backs. I'll have yours in everything. Even if it comes down to letting you go, because you decide.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“No one was good enough for the Sharpes. A Sharpe couldn't have a roommate or a friend or a boyfriend or a life...”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“First, don't ever refer to me as being passed around again." The ice licking those words startled me. I hadn't even meant to say them, much less want to cut him for even suggesting it. "Second, get over what I do or don't do. No one owns me. Not anymore." Brother or not—just no.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“Mickey J was back. The original 82nd Street Vandal, and he was a doctor.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“I do believe a shower is where this all started." "No, Dove," he whispered, caressing my cheek. "A shower is just where we let it all out. It started well before then.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“Trust me, she's not some fragile little bird with a broken wing.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“It's just—all these years, you guys have been out there, out here, watching me. Knowing me. Thinking I was her." "Knowing.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“If I'm not Emersyn Sharpe, then...everything I was raised on was a lie.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“Ivy," Milo told me. "I kept you with me, this piece, we all did. You’re my north star. The goal I was chasing.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“Ivy Hardigan is the kid you feel bad for. She's a statistic—like her older brother Milo. But Emersyn? Emersyn Sharpe, she's a star, a debutante, a wealthy woman from a wealthy family and the whole world is her oyster.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“I hate to break this to you, but all the imaginary conversations in the world wouldn't prepare you for the real thing. Not really.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“A cage is a cage," I told him. "Some of the worst cages don't even have bars." They look like a spotlight on a stage or a beautiful silk dress on a red carpet while dozens of cameras flashed and twinkled. Both could leave you blind to the world beyond their circle and served to remind you that you weren't allowed to leave that circle.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“A cage is a cage," I told him. "Some of the worst cages don't even have bars.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“We have a plan." I wouldn't tell her what it was. If Milo had, then that was his call. "I know you do and I'm so very proud of all of you. Nothing," she said, emphasizing that word sternly which suggested she knew so much more than I realized. "Nothing any of you could do will ever change that. But if you want my advice, Don't try to become a man of success, be a man of value.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“You okay, Milo?" No, I wasn't. But I'd gotten to save my sister. I'd gotten to hug her and send her to bed. That was the closest I'd been to Ivy in over twelve years. "I'm fine," I told him. "Let's get the boys and go see what trouble Freddie got into.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“Dude," Milo snapped but it was Milo, not Raptor and I fought back a smile. Because I'd missed Milo. "I told you," I said, not looking at him until the door of the studio closed behind her. "I want her. If she'll have me, that's exactly where I'll be. Not apologizing for it. She's an amazing fucking woman, Milo. I always thought she was pretty and kind of sexy”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor

“Po-tay-to, po-tah-to, boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew—it’s all the same thing. I’m locked in this apartment with my new jailer, Liam. I spent a few months being locked up in the clubhouse, then I earned my freedom. Only now you’re back and I’m at square zero. It’s worse than square one, because at least there I knew the rules.”
― Heather Long, Ruthless Traitor