Mike didn’t look dangerous. I knew better. I’d grown up with him. The bump on my nose was testament to the hardness of his fists. The only thing that saved me was he’d stopped growing at five-nine while I’d kept going for a few more inches. It didn’t make me more intimidating. My height just meant I had longer legs to run away with.

You and Mama, both of you dress loud enough a blind man can feel you coming.

Armed with a comb and a brush, Dante parted his uncle’s thick hair and began to dab hair dye along the line.

And sometimes I just hug him because I know it pisses him off, and he can’t say shite about it.

How about if you turn over, baby?” Wolf licked his way up Tristan’s back to nibble at the spot between his shoulder blades. “And we can take turns working our way through these condoms my mom brought us.

I’m standing next to you, you fecking git. Because, damn me to hell for it, you’ll not walk away now. I won’t let you.

He gave a halfhearted hope Ichiro could walk on his own steam, but a few fumbling tries to get him up onto his feet only showed Bobby how Ichi’s legs could double as overcooked noodles.

Follow yer heart, because no matter where it takes ye, the journey is worth it – especially if it’s love.

People who raise dogs to fight should be shot. Men who steal a little girl’s dog to bait a fighting dog should die the slowest, most torturous death possible. Their skin should be separated from their flesh with an air hose through minute slits and then have water from the Salton Sea injected slowly into the cavities while someone rips off strips of duct tape from their balls. But that’s just off the top of my head.

You look all elegant and sleek, like some golden and black cat. Then you go all ghetto on me when a pretty book shakes its ass in front of you.