ALEXANDER’S POV
The engine roared beneath my grip as I tightened my hands around the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. I could barely see the road. Not because of the night, but because of the fury and anger blinding me.
My chest burned, my pulse a wild, uncontrollable thing. I could still see Rose laying small against the hospital bed, too pale and too still. It triggered so much anger in me for reasons I could not clearly understand.
A part of me—the part I had buried under years of discipline and control wanted to undo everything.
Go back to the moment I first met her, back to the moment I decided to buy her painting. Maybe if I had just walked away that night, she wouldn’t be here. She wouldn’t be caught in my world.
But I always knew I was a selfish motherfucker. The mo
