Jesus, holy fuck,” Rivera murmured, coming to a quick halt and looking up at the tall, hulking, tattoo-sleeved Ryker. “Boy, what’d your Mama feed you growin’ up?” he asked.
“Newborn babies,” Ryker answered, scowling down at Rivera.

“Every girl would secretly want to be "the one" even though she might lie to her…”

“Life!' Vito exploded, making me jump. "Up and down, good and bad, birth and dea…”

“You’re just saying that so I’ll kiss you,” I replied. “No. I’m sayin ’ it ‘caus…”

“Born to love you, baby,” he repeated. “Die lovin’ you, my Sylvie.”