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Italian Mafia Quotes

Quotes tagged as "italian-mafia" Showing 1-16 of 16
Waheed Ibne Musa
“Tell him, Cosa Nostra says, HELLAO!”
Waheed Ibne Musa, Johnny Fracture

“Mom and dad probably told you I've been arrested. I'm innocent. I want you to know that.”
Dianne Harman Cornered Coyote

“Slade placed his pistol on the table next to his chair. "Sid down, Doll. This might take awhile," he said, as he took a deep breath. "I gots a proposition for ya'. Does 100 G's interest you? Sure might help keep them debt collectors you got at bay. Plus, might be able to finish up yer' master's degree without havin' to work your ass off to pay the bills.”
Dianne Harman Cornered Coyote

Mayumi Cruz
“Then beat yourself up if you want to. Afterward, rise above the unreasonable guilt you’ve imposed on yourself. Life is all about rising every time we fall, not only when we feel like it.”
Mayumi Cruz, The Billionaire's Widow

“I'd never opened up the gas station if it had been someone else, but I know Tucker's fond of you. It's a shame you don't keep in touch with the old man.”
Dianne Harman Cornered Coyote

“Must have a lot of male customers to let her dress like that. Nice view.”
Dianne Harman Cornered Coyote

“Some things you jes' know Doll, and that's one I'd bet the farm on.”
Dianne Harman Cornered Coyote

“She went weak in the knees and could barely walk as she followed him, trembling with fear. Her hopes for a happy future with Jordan came crashing down. Whoever had told Jordan she was free to travel under the name of Maria Brooks must have misled him.”
Dianne Harman Cornered Coyote

“He'd searched every corner of his mind looking for ways to avoid a rendezvous with Chico. In the last twenty years, Slade had come a long way from the ghetto orphanage where he'd grown up, but the only way he could help Maria was to get in touch with Chico. Slade remembered the last time he'd seen Chico as though it was yesterday.”
Dianne Harman Cornered Coyote

Mayumi Cruz
“She was like the moon illuminating the darkness of the night, her radiance dousing the eclipse in his mind, filling it with her light.”
Mayumi Cruz, The Billionaire's Widow

Mayumi Cruz
“How do you. . . un-hate . . . someone you’ve hated all your life? How, Manel?”

Her eyes were sad and full of tears. “You just. . . do, Ricco. You just do. There’s no other way around it, except. . . doing it.”
Mayumi Cruz, The Billionaire's Widow

Mayumi Cruz
“She was her own woman; has been and always will be. Never mind that her heart was torn into shreds and wouldn’t stop bleeding, yearning for him after everything he’s done.”
Mayumi Cruz, The Billionaire's Widow

Mayumi Cruz
“There are too many whys between us. How do we cross that interminably long bridge?”
Mayumi Cruz, The Billionaire's Widow

Mayumi Cruz
“Her answer was simple but powerfully sensible:  “You just. . . do, Ricco. You just do. There’s no other way around it, except. . . doing it.”

There was no other way around it. 

Except doing it.

Cross the bridge of seemingly endless whys. 

Take one step forward.

Then another. And another.

Step after step, after step.

And never once look back at the black expanse of their dark past. 

Suddenly, it dawned on him.

His love for Manel was more than his hate for what she had unintentionally done to his father.

He loved her more than he hated her.”
Mayumi Cruz, The Billionaire's Widow

Mayumi Cruz
“After everything that’s happened, nothing can ever change what I feel about you. Not the dark past, nor the uncertain future. What matters is us, now. Nothing else.”
Mayumi Cruz, The Billionaire's Widow

Sara Desai
“You texted Garcia for help?" Jack gritted out. "Garcia? Not me?"
"He has a gun."
"So do I."
"He's steady and reliable," I said. "He doesn't disappear for eight months. He doesn't go on business trips that require burner phones and secret codes. He doesn't refuse to tell me what he does for a living. I texted HELP and I knew he'd come. I wasn't sure about you."
"You don't think I would have come if you'd texted me for help?" Indignation laced Jack's tone.
"For all I knew, you were being tossed out a window in Rio, tortured by the Italian Mafia in Tuscany, or you were in the North Sea trapped in a Russian submarine."
"The Italian Mafia are based in Sicily," he corrected me. "Tuscany doesn't have the port access they need for the drug trade."
I folded my arms and sighed. "You missed the point entirely.”
Sara Desai, 'Til Heist Do Us Part