Ruthless People

“My wife is a raging homicidal hormonal pregnant woman. I sleep with hell.”

“Because you are a floozy, a manky, a whore, a woman of no importance or brains with nothing to note but a good ass and a deep throat.”

“Holy shitcock, motherfucking damn,”

Rule Three: Just because you sell drugs for a living isn’t an excuse not to dress well.

Her fucking father just died, calm down.
Seeing her in nothing but white lace almost killed me.
Fuck it all to hell.
“Let me get you—” She stopped me with her lips, and I gave in, gladly pulling her body to mine and gripping her ass. I loved her ass. I loved how it

“We kill everybody, my dear.
Some with bullets, some with words,
and everybody with our deeds.
We drive people into their graves,
and neither see it nor feel it.”

~ Maxim Gorky

“There were days my mom was even scarier than my father . . . a lot of days, actually. However, my parents made it work, and we turned out fine.”

“You’re a sex-crazed, closet smoker, who sells dope, crack, and smack for a living. Not to mention a murderer.” She rolled her eyes at me before laughing.

“Like I said, I turned out fine.”

And yet, you still want her, you sick fuck.

This means you two will have to pretend so fucking well, you fool yourselves that this isn’t just some arranged marriage, or so help me God, I will set you both on fire.

“Murderers are not monsters,
they’re men.
And that’s the most frightening thing about them.”

~ Alice Sebold