Romans & histoires Chief Keef Quotes

“Tell him yes before you invent a reason to wait.” “Look at you with advice.” Kevin’s voice roughened. “I’m glad you left. I’m glad you stayed gone until staying gone was a life. I’m glad he—” a tip of the head, meaning Troy across the city “—became someone I don’t want to hit every time I see him.” “High praise.” “Highest I’ve got.” They bought bad coffee from a cart and sat on a bench until the cups were cold. When they parted, Kevin hugged him and said, “Emergency key still holds. Boring still enforced.”

“If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be where you are today.” “Can you please explain?” Kate asked with genuine confusion. Kevin’s confidence has grown now. He was smirking like a poker player with a winning hand. “Do you still want me to continue talking in front of these people, or should we speak privately now?” He asked smugly. “Say what you have to say right now and get lost,” Kate fumed.

"Do you have any fond memories?" Keegan's shoulders stiffened subtly. One could think he was offended by the question, but he wasn't. He delved into the recesses of his past, trying to recall a single fun memory. It bothered him when he couldn't find any. The type people would refer to as 'normal' anyway. A frown tightened his brows as he answered. "The only time I've ever had fun is when I killed or hurt someone." Dread coiled in Sheera's throat. But she gulped it down. She was safe. He was simply answering a question.

Vivienne was surprised, but then she realized that Charles had gone through great lengths to find Julian, so it seemed natural for him to take her back. "Alright, if there's any trouble, make sure to kick him first!" Vivienne cautioned. Others wouldn't understand what she meant, but Julian understood. It was a joke they had made before, discussing the most effective ways to defend against a pervert. After discussing it for a while, they concluded that a swift kick to a man's groin was the most effective. So, from then on, whenever they talked about self-defense, they would simply say to kick first. Julian acknowledged, and Vivienne gave her a few more reminders before hanging up the phone.

Now it was my turn to be smug. Hearing this, Kairo rolled his eyes so hard they practically disappeared into his head. I stared at the minimalist profile picture for “Kevin Keane.” I’d heard he was a mercenary who worked overseas. Even Brother Evan calls him a big shot, I thought. Just how incredible must he be?

He took another sip, grimacing, then another, jaw tight with determination. Geoff leaned back, watching him with both exasperation and fondness. “You’re impossible.” Keenan lowered the cup, dark liquid clinging to his lips. His voice was low, almost reverent. “Impossible… but undefeated.”

“You can check out the more youthful pups. They’re not ballsy sufficient however to stand up to somebody like Merrick, and ya can’t fault them there. It’s hard to tell with the others. I think a few of the folks who’ve been with you until the end of time, like me, will back you up if it comes down to it. Corrina, though… definitely. She’s misplaced to us, man.” “Guess one of us will have to learn how to make our possess fucking coffee from presently on.” The joke fell level. As they drawn nearer the back entryway, Keegan took a profound, agonizing breath, at that point pushed it open. In spite of the fact that his body still hurt like a child of a bitch and his head swam with each move he ma

"That man just swung a bat at you, and I was so scared. How could I run..." Keegan chuckled while enduring the pain. "It might look scary, but it doesn't hurt at all. I'm only scared because you're here too." Keegan exhaled deeply and jokingly added, "You need to keep your word; one must always put themselves first." "What about you? Didn't you use to say that one's instinct should be to save themselves first in times of danger? Why did you rush forward when the van was coming at me? Why didn't you save yourself?"

Thеre is nо оnе оn Eаrth I trust more thаn him аnd I'm nоt еvеn kidding. As somеоnе whо hаs bеen in thе рublic eye fоr most оf my life, I hаve leаrned tо bе cаreful аbоut whо I lеt intо my inner circlе. I hаve bodyguаrds аnd emрloyees whо I somеtimеs dоubt, but I hаve nеvеr dоubted Kеith. Hе hаs аlwаys bеen thеre fоr mе аnd hаs nеvеr lеt mе down.

"Touchy this morning, aren’t we? Must be that message you got—something about even the world’s most powerful mafia not being able to save you?" I stopped in my tracks and shot him a glare over my shoulder. "You’re awfully curious for someone who’s supposed to be on my side." He smirked, unbothered. "Just making sure you’re not plotting anything reckless. We wouldn’t want our innocent writer to get in over her head, now would we?" "Trust me, Keyu," I said, resuming my walk, "I can handle myself. Just make sure you keep up." "Nice, that’s what I like about you, fierce and brave," Keyu said with a grin.