Ravaged By Passion

I stand there, breathing hard, and turn away. I walk to Jeanie and pull her into my arms as Romano yanks out his phone to call down to the guys still at the house. He snaps off orders, but I’m not listening.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, holding her tight as she cries. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

“You came back.”

“I shouldn’t have sent you away. I fucked up, Jeanie.”

“You came back for me.”

“I’m so, so sorry.” I drop to my knees and she comes with me. I hold her tight as she cries and I keep saying it, over and over, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, and something clicks into place in my heart.

This woman, I’ll never let her go away. I can’t ever let her out of my sight. Nobody will ever hurt her, not while I’m alive to stop them.

I fucked up once, but I won’t ruin it again. I’ll do whatever I have to do to make her understand that I’m sincere, that she’s important—that she’s all I care about.

Fuck the deal, fuck everything.

I need her so badly it’s like diving into a warm pool after freezing for years and years.

She wakes me up, brings me back to life.

And I won’t lose her.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper and pull her close.