Quotes About Intimidation

Out with it, Bayning," he said coldly. "Did you come here merely to complain, or is there some point to all this?" "I'm taking her away from here. Away from you!" Harry gave a chilling smile. "I'll send you to hell first." - Harry & Bayning

Tell me where she is, or I'll snap your neck like a wishbone!

A whirlwind of panic swept through her as Derek stripped off his white shirt. She switched her gaze to the floor, but not before she had seen how large and formidable his body was, his torso heavily muscled, his chest covered with thick black hair. Silvery scars marked his skin, legacies of his life in the rookery. He was a man of vast experience. All that was new and frightening to her was commonplace to him.

If you tell anyone about this, you little imp…you'll pay.

Your only value to me," he said in a low tone, "is your knowledge of Lillian Bowman's whereabouts. If I can't obtain that from you, I'll send you to the devil. Tell me, or I'll choke it from you. And believe that I have enough of my father in me to do it without a second thought.

I wonder," he said to Merripen, "what Hunt knows about Harrow? Do you know him well enough to ask?" "Yes," Merripen said. "But even if I didn't, I wouldn't leave this place until I made him tell me." That made Leo chuckle. "You may be the only one in this entire mansion who would dare try to 'make' Simon Hunt do anything. He's a bloody big bastard." "So am I," came Merripen's grim reply.

The sound of a boot heel striking her hardwood floor. The darkness coalesced, gained an outline. A tall, broad-shouldered figure dressed in black stepped forward. A deep voice said, "I won't let you go to Worontzoff's house, Charity.

Bodyguard work came easily to hobgoblins. When you're huge, furry, fanged, and yellow-eyed, you don't need much else as a deterrent.

You're gonna sit down. You're gonna shut up. And by the grace of God Almighty, I ain't gonna kill you.

Thirty-five years of intimidating and dreary Islamic rule had created a rose-tinted view of the pre-revolutionary era. The arrests, the intimidation, the decadence of the elite, the horrors of SAVAK; it had all been forgotten, replaced by a revised, romantic version of the good old days. Among Iranians of a certain age and class, the swinging sixties and seventies are recalled with a poetic yearning nostalgia; an era of mini-skirts, freedom and hedonism.

Before Maddocks could blink, Angie reached down and thrust her hand between Leo's legs, grabbing him by the balls. He froze. She held. Eyes locked with the old cop's, she squeezed.

taunted me with a bottle, saying they would push it up my butt. I was terrified that if I was the only one who stuck my neck out and told the truth of what we all saw, I'd be outed and worse. I honestly believed they might beat and kill me if I came forward and ratted on them and Jon and the other team members.

Men, if you've ever been given a fake phone number, it means you scare women. Basically, it says, "I'd reject you to your face, but I'm afraid that my head would wind up in the garbage and my body in the bay. So here's a phony phone number. Hopefully, you won't figure that out until I've made my escape."

That's a claim I can put to you, Bishop." Dare knew the slow show of his teeth looked like pure evil. "I have contacts in businesses that you can't even imagine. I have friends in high places, and better friends in low places. No matter what you do or where you crawl away to, I have ways of getting to you. Cross me, and I will obliterate you, Bishop, socially, financially and personally.

When it comes to you? Hell no," he said. "With you, I'm so far out of my league I can't even see the league.

I remember that look, she said. It's the one you once gave Carlos right before you threatened to kick his ass. I can still kick ass, he said with absolute steel. I just wanted you to know that.

Just remember that you're on my list, Marcone. Soon as I get done with all the other evils in this town, you won't be the lesser of them anymore. Marcone stared at me with half-lidded eyes and said, Eek.

Because nothing says flattery like a gun to the head.

One rather thick volume was titled Means of Execution Through the Ages, and was placed with an elegant balance of nonchalance and availability at the eye level of anyone entering the room. As threats went, it was nearly subliminal—and perhaps it was placed there for that very reason.

Legionares are not afraid of dinner," Max growled, giving the taurg a dire glare. "Dinner is afraid of legionares.

Suppose I tell you to fuck off. I will no longer be in a playful mood, it purred. I will come for you. I will kill your blood, your friends, your beasts. I will kill the flowers in your home and the trees in your tiny fields. I will visit such death upon whatever is yours that your very name will be remembered only in curses andtales of terror

The Queen smiled with the tiniest twitch of a single corner of her mouth. Why should I do that? Because I'm coming, Octavian's image said, very quietly, for you. The Queen stood as unmoving as stone. When I'm finished, Octavian promised, nothing will be left of your kind but stories. I will burn your homes. I will bury your warriors. His voice grew even softer. I will blacken your sky with crows.

How about it, wizard? Cop? Maybe you've got stones enough to take it when I threaten you. I can admire that.

Wizardry aside, it's tough to beat a gun for discouraging men with baseball bats.