Cappadonna reached for my hands and put them into his as he rubbed my hand with his thumb. “When my sister-in-law introduced you to me, I remembered your name. I had one of the guards look up your name. Next day during chow, he told me what your name meant… sounds crazy as shit, but I couldn’t forget you from that day. No bullshit either.” “Why though?” “When I looked into your eyes, I saw how lost you were. How in pain you were, and I didn’t even know your story. I still don’t know your story, but something is telling me that when I learn it, that I’m going to want to paint the city red.”
yup and i’ll be ready for that
