Makarov Quotes Novels & Stories

"That's why I gave you good chair." I tool out my gun "Sixteen AK-74Us. Three crates of ammo." I sipped my drink. "You expect me to believe you moved that by your own will?" Marco's chin trembled. "I—I just drove the truck! The Bratva boys at the docks" "Ah." I set down my glass. "Now we're getting somewhere." Luca leaned against the wall, flipping a butterfly knife. "See Marco, here's the thing. Army grade hardware? That's not some drunk Russian kid's side hustle."

“You’re dismissed.” He doesn’t move. “You remember what he said to me once,” Mikhail adds quietly. “Before the accident.” I close my eyes. “‘If I lose her,’” he quotes, “‘I lose myself.’” I open my eyes, fury burning. “You’re done.” “And yet,” Mikhail says, softer now, “he lost his memory, and still walked straight to her.” Silence. “That should terrify you,” he finishes. I straighten. “You mistake my resolve for fear.”

Marcus said, his expression serious, "you can count on me. Even if it's just to vent or have someone listen." "Only if you promise not to try to make me watch those terrible action movies you love," I joked, trying to lift the emotional weight of the conversation. Marcus laughed, the tension evaporating instantly. "Hey, Fast & Furious is a cinematic classic," he argued with mock seriousness. "You just don't have refined taste in automotive art." "Automotive art?" I repeated, laughing. "Marcus, they literally make cars fly from building to building. That's not physics. That's fantasy."

Arkady laid his gun against the back of Mikhail's head. Mikhail's glare ratcheted even higher. I hadn't known a face could ooze that much malice and hatred. I gave him a little finger wave. "Run back to your masters, Mikhail. Give them an extra leg hump for me, yeah? Dogs do that in Russia, too, right?" Svetlana let out a little buzzing sound. Arkady rolled his eyes at me over Mikhail's shoulder. He lifted his hand, rammed the butt of the gun against Mikhail's head.

Is there anything this man cannot do? "I have no idea what you just said." I've stopped eating, and I'm completely fixated on his mouth. "It's a quote from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. 'Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.' I enjoy his books." I'm caught off guard. He fucking quotes Dumas in French. "You read?" And it happens. His head tilts back and he laughs. I can see his perfectly white teeth and the wide expanse of his neck. The reserve he controls so tightly is gone.

Leo started arrogantly. “That your guys don’t want you anymore? Yes, I have… I am sorry; do you need a shoulder to cry on? Well, I don’t have one,” Marco teased. Funny how he could have fun with someone who wouldn’t hesitate to use the gun on him if he got too irritating.

Neither of them spoke. Because I wasn't finished. "You know what?" I laughed. A little hysterically. "I genuinely hope every single mafia man wakes up tomorrow with erectile dysfunction!" Silence. "I hope your bloodlines end with you!" Marco made a strange choking sound. "I hope women collectively unionise and leave all of you to die alone!" Marco looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh. “Does the word unionise exist?” I pointed at him. "You too, Apple Boy!" "...Apple Boy?"

My laughter follows his footsteps as he retreats and I am reminded of Machiavelli once again quoting me “If an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared’ Well Damian will you need to fear my vengeance?

“Is it a good or bad name?” “Good, I think. Karan is a pencil,” Doris said, holding up an invisible pencil. Her brows crunched. Alek was stronger than a pencil. Why would he let them call him that? Maybe she could ask him. “Mr Mak kill someone with pencil. He stab neck. Stab. Stab. Stab. Blood everywhere. If he go out now to places, they say no gun. He take no gun. But he take pencil and pencil is not weapon. For him, it is. He stab with it.”

I asked. “Yeah, but I believe him when he said it was to keep his family unharmed,” Marco replied calmly. I frowned. I could not believe this man. “Why? I mean, why do you believe him?” I asked, expressing my honest reaction of disbelief. “Because I am still alive. That means he did not want to kill me because he could have done it so easily since I was unguarded. Gabriel is amazingly good at those kinds of things, and if he wanted me dead, he could have done so without any difficulty. We trained together over the years. So, when it comes to guns, fights, and combats, we know our abilities and capabilities, as well as challenges. And I believe him,” Marco spoke with ease and a peaceful tone.