Bratva Bride Quotes

“Don't be an idiot," I heard Nikolai reply. Great! They're both fucking out there. "You know we monitor that shit." They fucking what?! "Calendar says it's still two and a half weeks away.” "Right. Right." I could just imagine Lukyan nodding along. "I forgot that we started doing that after she tried to burn me with that blowtorch. Damn Shark Week," he grumbled.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“You marry me and you’re mine. You don’t go sticking your dick in other bitches.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“I felt something touch my hand. I looked down to see Maxim wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I looked at him in confusion and tried to pull my wrist back, but his hold immediately tightened.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“The way you spoke to me out there. Your tone of voice, the words you used, the way you just dismissed what I was saying. . .that was disrespectful. Especially in the presence of others. I'm your fiancé, soon-to-be wife. Not one of your goddamn soldiers you order around," she scowled.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“Fuck. She's beautiful. And fierce. And sassy. And—shit, my foot is killing me! Did she have to stab me so fucking hard? Well, you did kind of attack her. No, I didn't. Yes, you did. And now you're talking to yourself like a crazy person. Eh, what else is new?”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“Hey!" he chastised. He extended his arm, trying to get the knife back, but I just swatted his hand away. "What the fuck, Turo?!" "Children, stop," Alessandro said halfheartedly, his eyes glued on his phone in front of him. We both ignored him.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“I had a feeling he was even more dangerous than his brother. There was something about him, something lurking behind those gorgeous mismatched eyes that screamed danger.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“His lips tilted up in a smirk, but before he could say anything, Vincenzo’s voice came from behind the door. “Are you guys done fucking now?”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“In an attempt to save himself, a grubby man with blood, sweat and tears dripping down his face gripped one of the hysterical women by her hair, holding a gun to her temple. “Everyone freeze. No-nobody move, or I’ll blow her head off!” Vin and I shared a confused look with one another. Uhh, are we supposed to give a fuck?”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“He just looked so damn fiiiiiiiiiiine.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“Her name is Gabriella. She’s the daughter of one of the high-ranking men in the famiglia.” Eh, Gabriella. Bet the bitch is fucking gorgeous.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“Fucking hell," I heard Lukyan mutter behind the door. "Is it that time of the month or something?" I ran my hand down my face, groaning. Of course he'd say some stupid shit like that. My second time properly meeting Arturo and he's already hearing all about my period. Fucking joy. "Don't be an idiot," I heard Nikolai reply. Great! They're both fucking out there. "You know we monitor that shit." They fucking what?! "Calendar says it's still two and a half weeks away.” "Right. Right." I could just imagine Lukyan nodding along. "I forgot that we started doing that after she tried to burn me with that blowtorch. Damn Shark Week," he grumbled.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“He might not have known it, but the second she walked into that room, she was mine.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“He stood and loomed over me. He gripped my face, slipping his fingers into my hair and tilting my head back until I was staring right into his eyes. “I love when you get all bloodthirsty,” he murmured against my lips. I smiled. “Good, because that’s 99% of my personality.” He chuckled and nipped my bottom lip before pulling back. “Come on, get dressed. We’ve got to get moving. It’s time Franco realised who he’s fucking with.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“I do.” He placed a supportive hand on my shoulder. “You’re beautiful, smart, strong and best of all, vicious. You’ll have New York eating out of the palm of your hand in no time. Just believe in yourself. Be confident. And I’ll always be here if you need help.” I gave him another hug. “Thank you, Otets.” Father.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“My eyes locked with Arturo’s. “Hi, husband,” I said sweetly, giving him a smile. I was happy to see him, even if I did have a gun digging into my temple. He narrowed his eyes, his glare promising punishment. “You didn’t stay at home like I told you to, kotenok.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“And then there he was. My husband, a look of pure menace on his face. Darkness vibrated from him, tainting the air with a promise of violence, death and destruction. There was something different about him, something I’d never seen in him before: an evil lurking behind those beautiful multi-coloured eyes. An evil that demanded retribution. He was glorious, a Greek God in human form. Blood dripped down his face, on his clothes, his knuckles, over nearly every inch of him. He looked…terrifying, like the devil in a Brioni suit. The fact that I was insanely turned on by just the sight of him made me realise I was a lot more fucked up in the head than I thought. Oh well.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“Did you really think my father wouldn’t get his guns back?” I laughed at his idiocy. “You really should have done your research before you fucked with us.” Nero glanced nervously around the room. “My men will kill them all. The Bratva is no match for them.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“Whoops,” Lukyan chuckled. “Will you stop fucking around? This is not a fucking game, Lukyan! Your goddamn sister is being held captive, and you’re playing around like there’s nothing fucking wrong. What the fuck is the matter with you?” Hurt flashed in his eyes and he stared at the road, jaw clenched. “People cope in different ways, Arturo. I’m choosing not to dwell on something I can’t change, and instead try and relax before I walk into a situation that has the potential to shatter my heart. I love my sister. Out of all my siblings, she’s the one I’m closest to. And if we get there too late…if she’s dead…” he choked, his words dying off.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“Someone’s kidnapped her.” Suddenly the room sprang to life, Illayana’s brothers moving like the house was on fire. Aleksandr barked orders, Nikolai grabbed his laptop, typing away furiously while Lukyan ran out of the room, a few Bratva men hot on his heels.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“One thing you need to know about my father is that he’s incredibly protective. Paranoid too. Like, I’m talking an insane amount. You see, after my mother was kidnapped and murdered, he’s held his children on a bit of a tight leash. The only way he would even let us leave the house was if we agreed to let him put a tracking device in us.” With the tip of my knife, I pointed to the back of my neck. “Since I was ten years old, I’ve had a little microchip embedded just beneath the surface of my skin. One that, once activated, broadcasts my location to my father.” Nero’s eyes widened in shock just as a huge explosion rocked the building, making the ground shake beneath our feet. I smiled. “And here he is now.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“You made the mistake of assuming I was just Arturo’s woman. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I most definitely am Arturo’s woman, through and through. 100%. But that’s not all I am. I’m also the daughter of The Bratva Butcher.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“My father’s eyes snapped to me as we walked in and he froze. For a terrifying second, I feared he was angry that I chose to wear my mother's dress. But as he walked towards me, I could see the emotion on his face, something he always tried so hard to hide. A single tear escaped his eye and ran down his cheek as he stood in front of me. He raised a hand, softly tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. "You look so much like your mother," he whispered, sadness lacing his thick Russian accent.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“Aleksandr stepped forward first, stretching his arms out and embracing me in a tight hug. "You look beautiful, little sister," he whispered into my hair. I leant my head against his massive chest and breathed in his comforting scent. Nikolai and Lukyan moved to hug me as well, all three of them encasing me in one big bear hug.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“Then there was the little fucker who thought it would be a good idea to try and rape one of our girls at Strip. I had a lot of fun dealing with that one. I cut his dick clean off and shoved it down his throat.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“When I asked the Prez why they shorted us, he told me I could get the money back if I sucked his cock. I shot him in the face instead.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“My anger spiked. I picked up a butcher knife from the dishrack and flung it towards him, making sure to aim wide so it didn’t actually hit him. The blade embedded deeply into the wall in front of him. He stopped dead in his tracks and glanced over his shoulder, a dark look in his eyes. “Don’t walk away from me when we’re in the middle of a conversation,” I hissed. “And don’t think for one fucking second that you can put me on the sidelines. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been involved in my father’s business. I’m not new to this life. As your future wife, I expect you to include me in your shit.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“Because she’s just a child!” Miguel begged. “Illayana is a child! MY CHILD!” Dimitri roared, trembling with rage. “It doesn’t matter if she’s ten or 100. She will always be my child! And you tried to take her from me, tried to hurt her! Had she not had protection, you may have succeeded.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“As you can see, my daughter doesn't need your protection. She can protect herself. That's how I raised her.” Dimitri looked me straight in the eye as he spoke. "However, I find myself agreeing with you, and not her. Strange," he said, voice low. "Even though this altercation ended in our favour, I can't help but think about what could have happened if she didn't have back up.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride

“Because that’s what you are. A vicious little kitten that will claw my eyes out the second I piss you off,” I whispered over her lips. “And I fucking love it.”
― T.J. Maguire, Bratva Bride