17 Quotes by L.A. Witt

They got ninjas working as strippers in this town or something? Well.

I want you. I’m supposed to want you dead, but I just want you. Dom.

If I was going to shoot you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. What’s your name?” The Italian lifted his head enough to meet Sergei’s gaze. “Who wants to know?” Sergei rolled his eyes. “The guy who’s going to decide whether you wake up tomorrow in a hospital, a jail cell, or a morgue.” He.

They spoke three languages between them, and there weren’t enough words to convey what they’d take to the grave, what they’d had a chance to taste before fate inevitably closed in. Dom.

Your book does not exist until you’ve written it.

All the unspoken things that were said with glances and implications. One of the things he liked best about being in a relationship: It always felt like a conspiracy of two.

In the office, he was miles above me. In the bedroom, he was on his knees below me. And afterward, when the work day was over and the dust had settled, we landed on level ground.

Letting go of a dream was supposed to be heartbreaking, not liberating. Maybe that meant it hadn’t been a good dream for me after all.