Quotes About Loyalty

That motherfucker hurt our coya, you son of a bitch, and if you're going to kill anyone, put the gun to your head first.(less)

Running me off, are you? What about all this 'me Breed, you mate' crap you're always spouting?

She was his. He would die for her. He would die without her.

As Rowdy watched his father leave the room, a heavy sigh slipped past his lips. Maria's objections to his relationship made more sense now. He shook his head, realizing how well his father, James Salyers, and Maria had kept that secret. Reputations. Theirs was intact, but his wasn't. And now, he was risking Kelly's as well.

Rowdy braced himself. He could feel the sexual tension beginning to heat up in the room. His cousins had waited years for this. Hell, they all had. "I'm not sharing her." The words were out of Rowdy's mouth before he could stop them.

You had no intention of sharing Kelly with Rowdy even if it had been what he wanted, did you?" Dawg grunted. Rowdy would have killed both of them if they had touched Kelly. "Neither did you unless Rowdy really still needed it.

Cut her again, and we're finished. As friends, as family. Do you hear me, Dawg? That woman owns me, and she always will. You cut her again, and we're finished.

I'd die for you," he said softly. "I'd kill for you, Chay. And I'd go to my knees for you.

Do you think I wouldn't protect you? That where I took you I would allow you to be in any danger?

You would touch another woman?" "I would never do anything that would jeopardize us." That wasn't acceptable. "Ever. Not at any time." As he stared into the darkness, he thought of her touch, her kiss. Could he touch another woman? At any time? "So it would be my choice?" "It would be your choice." "But you would still want to." It wasn't a question.

Questions still plagued her, as did an instinctive discomfort regarding the idea that Rowdy could ever want to touch another woman, no matter the relationship that developed between her and his cousins.

Don't you leave! She screamed the order, eyes blazing, her lips trembling as tears fell and hysteria threatened to overwhelm her. If you leave me, Noah Blake, if you don't come back when this is over, don't bother coming back at all. He touched her cheek. Ran his thumb over her lips. You are the best part of me, he whispered. Always remember that, Sabella. The best part of me.

Crista." His voice, despite its gentleness, resonated with a dark, hidden fury. "Was he alone?" Her hand gripped the doorframe as she met his gaze. "It was just Dawg and me, Alex. I swear." This time. She knew if it happened again, if she dared to let it ever repeat, then it wouldn't be just Dawg. And when that happened, Dawg would make an enemy of her brother for life.

The sharing isn't an every time thing, but it would sure as hell be missed if we stopped." "Has anyone ever asked you to stop, Dawg?" she asked. "Have you ever considered it?" Something dangerous flashed in his expression before it was gone just as quickly. "I'd stop if someone I loved asked it of me. If I knew the woman I loved couldn't handle it." He shrugged his broad shoulders.

You love her?" Natches frowned, an edge of disbelief in his voice. Love. Son of a bitch. That word was being thrown around like a bone to a favorite hound. "As much as I can love anyone," he finally stated wearily. "I'm committed. That's going to have to be enough for you." He was going to have to find a way to make it enough for Janey.

Kelly should have been your sister, Rowdy. If I hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have lost Maria all those years ago. She chose the lover willing to love just her, rather than his own selfishness. Willing to give her all of himself, without the childish need to have it all his own way.

My attitude toward men who mess around is simple: If you find 'em, kill 'em.

never cheat. It's not just a betrayal of the person you promised to love, honor and cherish. It betrays the family unit, too.

I might not be able to break the Gunderson curse, but I can break the curse of having a friend like you.

I'm going to marry you till you puke.

After all these years, his best friend is malaria. Even on the brink of an Alaska summer, it comes calling: a bone-deep chill one night, a ministry of sweat the next. Calling him back to old battles.

Thus the headstrong German Shepherd dog, Fritz, and Moritz, the Barbaryy ape, innocently and gallantly defending his mate, plunge Greece into a political void.

Do you know the strangest thing about being a soldier? It is that you are repeatedly ordered to commit suicide. and you obey.

We will always have Reeses and Heseltines, and they will always seem big and brave to growing boys. They swagger and make loud noises in their own little circle, but they are only the coyotes that yap around the heels of the herd. 'Remember this, Shell, the coyotes aren't going anywhere, but the herd is, and so are the men who drive the herd.