Grief shared was grief lessened.

Grief shared was grief lessened.

I was about to look away when he reached across the seat, touched my jaw with his long, strong, beautiful fingers, and caressed my face. Being touched by Jericho Barrons with kindness makes you feel like you must be the most special person in the world. It’s like walking up to the biggest, most savage lion in the jungle, lying down, placing your head it its mouth and, rather than taking your life, it licks you and purrs.

If he were any other man, I might have suspected him of substance abuse, of being coked up or something. But Barrons was too much a purist for that; his drugs were money, power, and control

If I'm a little girl, then that makes you a serious pervert.

Barrons, Jericho: I haven't the faintest fecking clue. He keeps saving my life. I suppose that's something.

People treat you as badly as you let them treat you. Key word there: let.