Shot Caller Quotes

They say penguins mate for life.” He reached up again and jerked hard at his tie. “And I want to be your penguin.

I’m not ashamed of who you are. And the only time I would look down on you is if I were helping you back up.

My arms around her waist tightened a little. I never wanted to let go. “I don’t know what love is,” I started quietly. “But if I could love anyone…” I pressed a gentle kiss behind her ear, pulling her close. “I would love you. Very much.

I am dangerously close to falling in love with you,” he tilted his head in thought before adding, “if not already there.

Remember? In the car. You told me that you planned to marry one man, and that one man would be me. I agree with you. I think you should marry me.

This is Mina. She was homeless. I found her. I’m keeping her. She loves me. So we’re getting married.” And I died. Embarrassment seeped out of me like oozing slime.

Being alive was easy. Living, on the other hand…well, that was a little harder.

I would wait ten years if you asked me, Mina.” His eyes softened. “I feel like I’ve waited my whole life for you. A week is nothing in comparison.

Lev Leokov was an open book. I only needed to discover the language in which his pages were written.

I don’t know what love is,” I started quietly. “But if I could love anyone…” I pressed a gentle kiss behind her ear, pulling her close. “I would love you. Very much.

Love,” he advised gently, “is a doing word. And sometimes the people who least deserve it are the ones who need it most.

It was funny how people who had nothing would offer everything to those in need, and people who had comfort scarcely offered it to people who needed it.

I would be his rock when his reason floated away. And he would be the person I needed to remind me that I was no longer alone in the world.

You don’t like people seeing you.” My eyes met him then. “I beg your pardon?” His eyes roamed my fresh face. “You can’t hide behind makeup. You can try, but you won’t succeed. Not with me.” He paused then said, “I see you.

Who sleeps in my bed at night?” I buried my nose in his neck and mumbled, “I do.” “You do,” he confirmed. “And who makes me smile?” “I smiled against the stubble on his throat. “Me.” “Exactly.” He turned to kiss my cheek. “No one else. It’s you. It’s always been you.” He spoke softly, “I just needed to find you. Now that I have you, I won’t be letting you go. Okay?” “Okay,” I whispered, feeling my jealousy slip away.

Mirrors did not lie. They could boost an ego, but they could just as easily be cruel and punishing.

Lev could not be fixed. And I didn’t want to repair the broken part of him. He was perfectly imperfect, and I was his in heart and soul.

I held onto her and the world slipped away. She calmed my mind and my soul lifted when close to her.

I will spend my life loving you and you will spend your happy life making me a better person, as you already have, from your mere presence ... I will be the man you deserve. I’m not quite there, mouse, but I’m working on it.

Will you hold my hand?

I held out my hand, and she placed her small one into mine without question. And goddamn it, that satisfied me. Immensely.

You told me that you planned to marry one man, and that one man would be me. I agree with you. I think you should marry me.

I’m sorry. I told you I’m not good with words.” Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pressed my lips to his and spoke against them, “You are perfect, Lev. Your words are honest and colored beautifully. You make me feel things I thought were lost to me. And I’m in danger of losing my heart to you.

I just wanted you to know that everyone is going to see your frank-and-beans.

Well? You just gonna stand there?” She huffed out a breath. “How does she look, Lev?” Mina looked up at me through lowered lashes, biting the inside of her lip. She wrung her fingers together, and I wondered how it would feel to have those fingers run through my hair. How did she look? “Like art,” I responded sincerely.

You can leave at any time, Mina.” He stepped back and away from me. “Although I hope you choose to stay.” His face became impassive. “You deserve better than the unfortunate life you were dealt.

A perfectly imperfect friendship had somehow formed, and losing Lev was not an option.

It was finally happening for me. Life was happening. And I loved it. Every hard, trying, demanding second of it.

I held onto her and the world slipped away. She calmed my mind and my soul lifted when close to her. Mina Harris was the better part of me, and I would keep her happy for the rest of my life.

Life had this way of sneaking up on you. You’d just be sitting there, lost in a moment, when all of a sudden, a cold feeling swept across your belly and you asked yourself if you ever lived a day in your life.

Lev was a clink in my armor, a crack in my wall,

He found me, and whether he knew it or not, I was his, in a way. You know what they say… Finders keepers.

Faces like yours are carved into statues, immortalized in stone for the world to see over the ages.

I was looking for long term, and, my Lev…he would give me long term. My heart belonged to him. Lord help the person who tried to get between us.

Dicen que los pingüinos se aman para toda la vida (...) y yo quiero ser tu pingüino. —Lev

Faces like yours are carved into statues, immortalized in stone for the world to see over the ages." He let in a deep breath then exhaled slowly. "You....are art.

My body was sore all over, and I suddenly had my very own hot water bottle in the shape of Lev.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Burning gas is what you are, Up above the world so high, You’ll burn gas until you die, Twinkle, twinkle, little star, Burning gas is what you are.

because it tasted like a thousand smarmy assholes.

I don’t know what love is,” I started quietly. “But if I could love anyone…” I pressed a gentle kiss behind her ear, pulling her close. “I would love you. Very much.” ― Belle Aurora, Lev

So while you still have breath, seek Him and ask Him to protect your children and give them no desire to get within hailing distance of a gang member. You don't want them aspiring to be part of a gang. You want them aspiring to be like Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior. He is the real shot caller.

There was no hiding when you had a face all up in your love glove.

What? What what what?

This is Mina. She was homeless. I found her. I’m keeping her. She loves me. So we’re getting married.

His jaw tight, he growled out, “I don’t like this.” He snuffled an annoyed, “Everyone can see your goodies.

He paraphrased, “‘It wouldn’t be the first time.’” His bare stomach clenched as he gritted his teeth and growled, “Who hurt you? Tell me. Tell me and I’ll kill them.” Was it wrong to be turned on by this scene?

A face like yours makes men stumble over themselves.” He tilted his head to look at me through a new angle. “Faces like yours are carved into statues, immortalized in stone for the world to see over the ages.” He let in a deep breath then exhaled slowly. “You…are art.

Nas looked at Vik from across the room, and when he felt her eyes on him and lifted his head, she lowered her glance. It wasn’t the first time in the past two weeks that I saw them do this. It also didn’t escape Lev’s notice that Viktor had stopped coming around. They hadn’t spoke in that time. Something had happened between them, and Nas was not opening up, probably because it was still too painful to talk about. All I knew was that Nas was miserable and Vik had developed the temper of a T-Rex with itchy balls. Relationships were collapsing around us, but Lev and I were going stronger than ever.

The thing I really like about Jase is that he’s as obsessed with ducks as I am. I rarely took my boys hunting with me when they were very young. In fact, I never took them when I was still an outlaw. “Not this time, boys, we might be running from the game warden,” I’d tell them. But after I repented and came to Jesus Christ, I started taking my sons hunting with me, beginning with Alan. Before we moved to where we live now, it was a pretty long haul from town to the Ouachita River bottoms. Alan got carsick nearly every time I took him hunting, but he didn’t think I knew. We stopped at the same gas station every time, and he’d walk around back and lose his breakfast before he climbed back into the truck. I was proud of him for never complaining. I took Jase hunting for the first time when he was five. He was shooting Pa’s heavy Belgium-made Browning twelve-gauge shotgun, which he could barely even hold up. It kicked like a mule! The first time Jase shot the gun, it kicked him to the back of the blind and flipped him over a bench. “Did I get him?” Jase asked. I knew right then that I had another hunter in the family, and Jase is still the most skilled hunter of all my boys. I trained Jase to take over the company by teaching him the nuances of duck calls and fowl hunting, and he is still the person in charge of making sure every duck call sounds like a duck. Not only did Jase design the first gadwall drake call to hit the market, he also invented the first triple-reed duck caller. Jase and I live to hunt ducks. We track ducks during the season through a nationwide network of hunters, asking how many ducks are in their areas and what movements are expected. Then we check conditions of wind and weather fronts that might influence duck movement. We talk it all over during the day and again each morning, before the day’s hunt, as we prepare to leave for the blind. When Kay and I began to ponder becoming less active in the Duck Commander business, we offered its management to Jase, who had been most deeply involved in the company. But he had no desire to get into management. Jase likes building duck calls and doesn’t really enjoy the business aspects of the company, like making sales calls or dealing with clients and sponsors. Like me, Jase is most comfortable when he’s in a duck blind and doesn’t care for the details that come with running a company. Jase only wants to build duck calls, shoot ducks, and spend time with his family (he and his wife, Missy, have three kids).

I would never look down on you. If I a, ever looking down at you, it’s because I am helping you up.

Carter. The mystery caller asked Waggoner Carr if he had heard a rumor that the Dallas County authorities were going to draw up an indictment alleging an “international conspiracy.” The White House would be interested in having this eliminated unless there was proof of a conspiracy.

My ego flew backwards through the window and whizzed around the air before it came back to me, inflating six more sizes. It was time to say something, preferably something clever. “I need to pee.

Makes sense for men to have cocks since they’re all dicks.

Jon had spent most of his career gathering intelligence, providing security, rescuing hostages, and, one way or another, in direct, boots-on-the-ground combat with individuals identified as terrorists by the United Nations, the United States government, and the civilized world. This being Nigeria, Jon knew the people responsible for the bombing would be members of Boko Haram, an Islamist militant group with ties to al-Qaeda, or a Boko Haram splinter group known as Ansaru. Both were big on suicide bombings, and often employed women and children as their designated suicides. Neither group had claimed responsibility, but Jon knew this meant little. So many dipshits with ties to al-Qaeda were running around that part of the world, you couldn’t keep track with a scorecard. The shot caller who ordered the bombing would probably never be known, and was likely already dead. More’s

Several years ago, I wrote an article for The Independent newspaper questioning how long we should continue with remembrance now everyone who had been involved was dead. Subsequently, I was invited onto BBC Three Counties Radio to discuss the piece and soon an elderly chap from Bedfordshire was ringing in to suggest that I be put against a wall and shot. I wasn’t proposing dismantling of the Cenotaph. I was simply suggesting that it was getting unhealthy, and worse, that contemporary politicians were appropriating those events and the lives of those lost men and boys for modern political aims. I was suggesting that we were at risk of turning the war dead into victims and saints. I suggested that what was needed was more balance and context and truth, that it was unhealthy to keep looking back and to constantly be in thrall to the mythos of war. But it was too much for him – or any of the later callers. The awkward truth is that remembrance in Britain no longer has much to do with the wars. It has become a nationalistic tribal indulgence. The poppy has become a badge of fealty to faith in the cult. Its absence from the lapels of television presenters is called out and condemned. Fail to wear one and you’re accused of “hating this country”. No symbol has been more sentimentalised or weaponised or so tragically dragged through the mud.

Everyone is fighting something on the inside. We all have a dark spot that flares when times are tough. I’ve found the important thing is to pick your battles wisely, because winning each of them is impossible. And every time you lose, because you will from time to time, take a moment and breathe.” His hand slipped into mine, and it squeezed. “Remember, you’re not alone.

you,

Charlie closed the file, and leaned back in his chair. Keely was the guy that called in the accident. Could he be the dirty cop? Could he be the number two man in the conspiracy with a direct connection to the shot caller? Charlie figured it was time to find out.

He might not respond a whole lot, but he’s listening to every word. He’ll speak if he thinks something is worth saying

That ass, though. Grrr.” Lev winked at me. He freaking winked at me. And my stomach flipped.

It was obvious to anyone with eyes and half a mind that Lev and I were official. If the open displays of affection hadn’t clued them in, the way Lev would growl at any man who touched me would have.

Come for me, Mina. Come in my mouth, baby. Give me that honey,” he growled into my inner thigh.

I’ve never tasted anything like you. You’re mouthwatering. Ambrosia.” I smiled into his collarbone, feeling sleepy. “And all yours, baby.” He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering. His hand came down to knead my ass cheeks. “All mine, baby.

He clarified, and my heart skipped a beat. “A face like yours makes men stumble over themselves.” He tilted his head to look at me through a new angle. “Faces like yours are carved into statues, immortalized in stone for the world to see over the ages.” He let in a deep breath then exhaled slowly. “You…are art.

Switching cue cards, he spoke clinically but his voice croaked, “They say penguins mate for life.” He reached up again and jerked hard at his tie. “And I want to be your penguin.” He jerked the tie harder until it came undone, hanging from his neck. He quickly undid the top button of his shirt and glanced across the room, glaring at the nightstand and muttering, “Damn candle went out.” Wait? He wanted to be my penguin? Huh?

Doom and gloom, I thought. Then a small smile tilted my lips. How very Lev.

I was coming to recognize that Lev Leokov was an open book. I only needed to discover the language in which his pages were written.

And I couldn’t help but smile. It was funny how people who had nothing would offer everything to those in need, and people who had comfort scarcely offered it to people who needed it.