Book 1: Chapter 66

The next day, Bronx decides he wants to go downstairs for dinner.

“Are you sure, Sweetheart? The doctor said you need to take it easy for another few days.” I ask as he is putting on a button-down shirt.

“Yeah Baby. I have some apologizing to do. No. I have a lot of apologizing to do. To everyone. I’m not going to hide up here in my apartment. I have to face the music.” He says resolutely. He puts on a dark blue eye patch to match his clothes and looks himself over in the mirror. He looks handsome with his inky black hair slicked back and olive-toned face freshly shaven.

As we walk into the dining room a hush falls over the crowd. I give Bronx’s hand a reassuring squeeze and he leads us to the front of the room. He stands in front of our table and faces the dining room.

He looks out over our pack, takes a deep breath, and eats crow. He fully admits that he got carried away with trying to protect me and he was wrong. He assures everyone that things will be different moving forward