Call me Patch. I mean it. Call me.
I missed you, Angel. Not one day went by that I didn't feel you missing from my life.
That woman." Vee hissed, "I'm making the sign of the cross right now.
I wrinkled my nose, trying to figure out what he smelled like. Not cigarettes. Something richer, fouler. Cigars.
Violence doesn't equal strength.
I tended to be more a romantic than a realist, and chose blind faith over cold logic.