Novel & Cerita Boondock Saints Sayings

I heard Saint shout. "Move a muscle Santillana and our sniper will bury a bullet in your brain." Saint....please...save yourself. I am fine... don't worry about me. Save yourself...

Sandra says, “Can you move in with me?“ Richard asked, “Maybe after my final exams,” Sandra says, and Richard starts the car engine and drove to the hostel where he dropped Sandra, and she came out of the car, she walked to the entrance of the hostel where she met Bounty, “welcome, what did you bring for me?“ Bounty asked, “only roasted meat” Sandra retorted, “you didn't bring soft drinks?“ Bounty asked,

’ ‘That is from a book called Robinson Crusoe, about a man stuck on a desert island who finds a friend who cannot speak English. ‘So why you call me dat? I cans speak inglish.’ ‘Only just.’ ‘What?’ ‘Don’t mind me, Don Don, I don’t mean anything by it. You really are my world now.’ ‘Now you go again, dis don, don, don, don, don, I tell you, I don’ tink I like it.’ ‘Oh, shut up, here’s another pile of money to eat.’

Always a man with limited words. "I didn't need to know," I argued, "I could have gone on with my life—" "You couldn't have," it was Saint who interjected this time, "the bond snapped in place that day you ran into him. You wouldn't have been able to move on. Even if you never saw him again, you would have thought of that one encounter till the day you probably died. That's how it works. A mate bond once snapped in place, will leave both people pinning for one another until they accept the bond."

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell that the boss of the Staten Island Saints is a softie.” I stand. “You and I both know that the number one thing Dad taught me was to always pay my debts. If this were about Christos—which it isn’t—I’d be paying my dues, not going soft.” “You done already?” Uncle John raises his eyebrows. “I thought we were gonna shoot the shit.” “I have places I need to be.” I nod at the guard, who re-cuffs Uncle John. “Call me with any further rumors you hear.” “I’m not in here much longer, Dino.” He stands.

He stood and started brushing her coat, glancing over his shoulder to see Miles nudging Misty sorrowfully. "Nah," Wayne hiccuped, swatting away a fly. "Said these damn outlaws came in and began shootin' up for no damn reason." Everyone paused. "What town Wayne?" Dodge asked, his full attention now on the drunk and Mateo stood as well, his eyes glancing out the stall window to see Thomas still sitting outside the tarp church; prayers were his only contribution to finding Cassidy. Wayne hiccuped once, twice, and a third time before he turned to his side and let bile escape him; quickly Mateo stood, not wanting the foul scented bile to touch him.

“Never open your mouth, unless you’re in the dentist chair” ~ Sammy “The Bull” Gravano JORDAN POV Some things are just so wrong. From start to finish, the idea of their existence is a simple absurdity. Like the things, my sister was telling me.

'Also have Venom check if he has allies. 'You know Braddock loves working alone, so he won't share his glory.' He said as a matter-of-fact. 'With experience, I have learned never to underestimate Braddock, never to doubt his static. Carlos, do as I say.' He nodded. I shut the door and locked it. Braddock can't be alive, not in that explosion. I pray he's dead, maybe this is someone else.

Just then, I recalled we had an audience. "Prostitute, the ladies man. You haven't changed?" "Fuck you Bad." We chuckled. "Alright, Alright. And these are my homeboys, my day ones, my homies. Steel and Anger." This time, I did the moving as a humble nigga. I walked to Steel and Anger. We exchanged handshakes, clicking fingers. "Sup niggas?" "We good fam". " Alright Loud, come aside bruh let's talk business. Wah you need?"

Cynthia encouraged once more, encovering Linda's frame with her arms. Bode strained, squatting with trepidation; he could still hear the clattering and loud thud of footsteps with vulgar language proudly uttered by harsh voices. He could rise angrily and call them - cruel, useless or good for nothing motherfuckers but he wouldn't dare! Lagos robbers were like equipped giant difficult to contend with and he knew this. He had been told they were armed with rifles, cutlasses and sharp - edged bottles. Bode prayed, sighing and breathing heavily with eyelids closed as he felt urine trickle down his knees. He shifted, cursing as Mama Fatty crouched with her hips raised up and headgear encovering h