It's your heart. No one else gets a say in that.

I've wanted you," he'd murmured, his lips barely touching mine, "for so long.

Mia stayed where she was, distrust plain in her eyes.
"I've got tea," Mercurio sighed. "And cake."
The girl covered her growling belly with both palms.
". . . What kind of cake?"
"The free kind."
Mia pouted. Licked her lips and tasted blood.
"My favorite."
And she took the old man's hand.

And all you other cats throwin' shots at Jigga, | You only get half a bar: fuck y'all niggaz.

I'm a hustler, baby; I sell water to a well!

I'm not a businessman, I'm a business, man!