“GARNET CITY LIMITPOPULATION 3145“There’s bullet holes in that sign,” Tino observed drily. “There are,” Romeo agreed, starting at the dents and holes in the green metal. “Those are bullet holes, no question.” “They shot their own friggin’ sign.” Tino turned to arch an eyebrow at Romeo. “What the hell are they gonna do to us.”

“It's not the bullet that kills you, it's the hole.”

“Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.”

“Talk into here. Talk into my bullet hole. Tell me I'm fine.”

“There's something wrong with that boy." Clay sounded mystified. "He's talented, ain't no one gonna argue that, but yeah... something."Sweaty, tired, and sore, Romeo sat on the mat in the massive martial arts center Clay owned with Jules and Wyatt. While trying to catch his breath, he watched Tino move to the beat of his own drummer as he worked out using a punching bag. With white headphones in his ears, his brother bounced and danced and kicked at that stuffed sack of beans, and for the life of him, Romeo couldn't tell if he was trying to hurt the thing or date it.”

“I was ready to sign over Frankie and my firstborn to get out of this particular hole.”