Undercover Brother Quotes

Looking at each other like, What the fuck's going on here? We big-time undercover supercops.

Baby, I’m the oldest of three boys. I can handle a fist to the face, an elbow to the ribs, even a flying tackle. But a woman’s tears? They scare me, straight to the bone.

one, never show fear, two, never get attached, and three, if all else fails, fake it until you make it.

You’re a tough, fragile, brave, cowardly woman.

sometimes those who overvalue their strengths are the most dangerous because they simply do not understand that they cannot win, so they keep trying.

A real man is one who can admit his true feelings.

His jean shorts started at his thighs and ended at his ankles. She had no idea why thugs liked this style of clothing, but it worked for her. It was hard to run with your pants falling down.

He grinned and smoothed her hair back from her face. “That’s exactly what we’re about to do, darlin’. Negotiate.

Tonight had taught her one thing. She was tired of being alone. She was tired of working so hard and then coming home to an empty house with no one to share her day with.

I was often more at risk from my supposed brothers in blue than from my adopted brothers in the gang. Just as there were some decent qualities—loyalty, love, respect—among the outlaw bikers, there were some law-enforcement officers who were little more than outlaws with badges.

March is the perfect month for a wedding. Just make sure it’s after the NCAA tournament. I think we’ll go far this year. Go Big Blue!

Marlowe ripped a piece of flesh from the promoter’s cheek and popped it into his bloody mouth. Abramson was sobbing violently and begging for mercy as Marlowe continued to slice off bits of meat from his paunchy jowls with his long claws and explained, “Let me introduce a few more members of my family who are all werewolves that have lived undercover for a hundred years.” The sound of sucking and slurping continued as Marlowe’s brothers and sisters continued to devour all the spectators,

In 1991, a college sophomore studying music in the American Midwest made the mistake of selling some drugs to the wrong person. Until then, he hadn’t done much more than smoke pot and sell some of it to his friends. Petty vandalism at his high school was as high stakes as his criminal career had been. Then, as these things tend to go when you’re just 18 years old, he tried to push the envelope and test his boundaries. He started experimenting with hard drugs like LSD. But he was naive, and the brashness of youth got the best of him. He sold some of that LSD outside his circle—to an undercover policeman. And as if his luck couldn’t get worse, like a scene out of a TV movie of the week, the judge, under pressure to make an example out of this young man, sentenced him to 6 to 25 years in prison. It’s a faceless, timeless story that transcends race, class, and region. A young kid makes a mistake that forever changes their lives and their family’s lives as well. We are all too familiar with how stories like this usually end: The kid spends their most impressionable years behind bars and comes out worse than when they went in. Life on the outside is too difficult to contend with; habits learned on the inside are too difficult to shed. They reoffend; their crimes escalate. The cycle continues. This story, however, is a little different. Because this young man didn’t go back to jail. In fact, after being released in less than 5 years on good behavior, he went on to become one of the best jazz violinists in the world. He left prison with a fire lit underneath him—to practice, to repent, to humble himself, to hustle, and to do whatever it took to make something of his life. No task was too small, no gig was too tiny, no potential fan was too disinterested for him not to give it everything he had. And he did. The story is a little different for another reason, too. That young man’s name is Christian Howes. He is my older brother.

Knives’ brother came back from the dead, and apparently, he worked with your dad because he is undercover FBI.

heee-larious!

I set up for the night after our subway mission ended: A double date. Ooooooooooh!

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Love happens. It’s what you do with it that matters. If you embrace it, it will give you a joy you have never known was possible. If you ignore it, it has the power to haunt you.

What good is it, my brothers, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds?

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