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I want that moment and every moment after. Suddenly, nothing else matters. Not who her father is or what her last name really is. None of it matters because I’ve gotten to know Rose as the person behind all of that. She’s the woman who somehow captured my dark heart. I need her to be my calm amid my rage, my constant anchor in the chaos when it threatens, and the light that guides me through the turbulence of my life. Knowing the truth about her past doesn’t make any difference in how I feel about her.
Because I love her.
My breath catches and my heart skips as the realization washes over me. I fucking love Rosaleen O’Leary.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to find a text from Enzo.
Enzo: The doctor just left.
Michael: What did he say?
Enzo: Some serious swelling and bruising, but nothing’s broken.
Thank God. I’m relieved, but it doesn’t excuse my behavior since I’m the one who hurt her.
Enzo: Except maybe her heart. What the fuck did you do? And yes, I’m assuming it was your stupid ass that did something.
Michael: Has she said anything?
Enzo: Not yet. You gonna tell me? Or do I need to come beat it out of ya?
I’m not ready to talk about any of it. Especially not over text.
Michael: You can try.
Enzo: If this shit wasn’t so serious, I’d be happy to take you up on that challenge. We both know I’m the better hand-to-hand fighter. ????
Michael: Because you cheat and bite.
I have the scar on my leg to prove it.
Enzo: You spelled scrappy and smart wrong.
I roll my eyes because while annoying, those traits make him such a valuable asset in a fight.
Michael: Make sure she eats something. She didn’t get to eat.
Enzo: You should be here. You need to apologize for whatever you did.
Enzo: No. You need to grovel at this woman’s feet and beg for her forgiveness because she and that adorable kid are the best damn things to have ever happened to you.
Irritation grows in my stomach.
Michael: You don’t think I know that? I fucked up, and I feel terrible.
Michael: Just take care of her for me. Both of them, please.
Enzo: Come home, Michael. Communication is the foundation for every successful relationship.
Michael: Says the man who has never been in a successful relationship.
Enzo: Ouch. You’re extra mean when you’re upset, and it hurts.
Enzo: How’s that for communication?
Enzo: And by the way, asshole, you also have never been in a successful relationship. Your marriage to the Ice Queen doesn’t fucking count as “successful” by any means except for maybe the day you signed those divorce papers.
He’s not wrong. Before Sophia, finding a woman or two to bury myself in for the night wasn’t difficult. But that’s all they were. A means to an end that never went beyond a single night.
