" There was something about the people you grew up around, the ones you'd seen throughout your childhood, the folks you couldn't remember not knowing. Even if the past was a complicated mess, as you aged, you were just glad the sons of bitches were still on the planet.

It gave you the illusion that life wasn't as fragile as it actually was--and on occasion, that was the only thing that got you through the night. "

― J.R. Ward , Lover at Last (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #11)