“He's in his hell, and I'm in mine.”
“She’s mine, dipshit,” he yelled over his shoulder, wishing like hell that he didn’t like the sound of that.”
“I know this woman.”“Who the hell is she?”He stared both his brothers down. “She’s mine.”
“But there's no point. He's busy with his life - and I'm busy with mine.”
“It's as if I'm taking away his pain and he's taking away mine.”
“Go to Hell."He works his jaw. Walks to the door. "I'm working on it.”