This clearly wasn’t his part of town.
The feeling he got here was one of culture and elegance. No running in the streets, no gunshots, no drive-by shootings, no dead bodies in dumpsters. Here everything seemed organized, civil, ordered. When he thought of his own place in Gangland there was such a sharp difference between the two it almost took his breath.
Suddenly he wanted this kind of life more than he wanted anything he might have left there. He wanted to make a new life, he wanted to be a new man, and as manly and tough as he tried to be he couldn’t keep the tears from edging from out of his eyes and falling along his cheek because he knew it was an impossible dream.
When he sniffed, Ric tuned to him.
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When Ric realized Reny was crying, he pushed the gun he was holding on him aside, took him in his arms, and comforted him.