Dad's dead. I've tasted those words on my tongue for a month now and it still doesn't seem real. But it is. And there's no time for grieving. After the untimely demise of Maxwell Morelli, my brothers find themselves the rightful heirs to his throne. And I find myself in a load of shit. Because someone wants me dead. At least, that's what Hale, River, and Logan think. And, apparently, they won't stop until I'm rotting in the ground too. Now my brothers want me in hiding. And even though I've known how to shoot a gun since I was eight-and could defend myself well before that-they won't send me alone. My babysitter for the unforseeable future? None other than Ciro motherfucking D'Angelo - Hale's best friend and right-hand man and a royal pain in my ass. Sure, he's sex on a stick - tall and artfully sculpted with inked skin and permanent sex-hair - but he's also an arrogant, selfish, dickhead prick and has been a thorn in my side since around the time I learned how to walk. He can try all he wants to be the hero in my story, but he never will be. I can handle myself. I'm a Morelli, after all, and Morelli's don't back down from a fight. With my brothers by my side I'm determined to win this war. The only way to do that? Find the sonofabitch who's got it out for me and make sure he's the one taking a dirt nap with Dear Old Dad. You know what they say - there's no rest for the wicked. And The Seville Brotherhood? They're as wicked as they come.

First you take a drink, then the drink takes a drink, then the drink takes you - F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

Jackson Teller didn't believe in love; he never had. Anyone he had every felt strongly for had abandoned him, leaving him with an empty heart and a strong hatred of anything that made him feel. But maybe, in the unlikeliest of ways, that would slowly change.

~Sequel to "What's So Good About Picking Up the Pieces"~

~Sequel to Let Live~ "You are the answer to every prayer I've offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don't know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have." -Nicholas Sparks

"Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it." -Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook