“God, Rosie, I was so angry that you were hurt. I went back to my apartment and furiously swiped everything off my dresser. The rose fell to the ground and broke in a hundred pieces.” He kisses the back of my head before continuing. “I sat on my floor and cried, Rosie. A grown-ass, twenty-three-year-old man, crying on his bedroom floor. I knew right then I wasn’t going to let anything stop me from getting to you. Not your dad, the club, nothing was going to stop me.”
