"Let's flip this." I argued "How would you feel if I kept something from you? How would you feel if I was leaving you in bed every night to go somewhere without telling you?"

His eyes narrowed at the thought "You could not. I would know if you were to leave then I would not let you go."

He had a point. If I was not sleeping on top of him then his vice-like grip was always around my waist all night so I was stuck to his side. I never once tried to escape from it. Probably because I knew I could not and because I always loved the feeling of his arms being around me.

I was going to miss that.

"You never tried to tell me." I whispered "You never sat me down and tried to explain it to me. I would have listened."

"I'm so fucking sorry, baby." He let out lowly and hoarsely like the words were leaving the bottom of his chest "You will never know how much. I hate myself for hurting you and I will never ever forgive myself."

I shook my head and closed my eyes.

Stone spoke again "Ultima Ictu is the final blow of the fight. One time when I had the other guy ready to knock out, he pulled out a knife and jabbed me right in the side—"

"What?" I exclaimed in horror before looking him up and down in concern "I have not seen a scar on you."

"I got a tattoo to cover it."

I did remember feeling something when I traced it with my hands. I loved his tattoos, but I could not help but hate them also. It was a reminder that he had got hurt.

His jaw clenched and he explained, "The pain of that knife pales to this."

"It pales to what?"

"This." He said while looking at my face and while he took one finger and lightly trailed down to my marks on my arms and then my legs.

I tilted my head at his expression "They are not deep. They will heal."

"Since I met you, I have been trying to get Litora Bello legalised." He delivered gently "Brennan's dad Baron helped make a case. A sporting company based in Vegas are interested in making it a mainstream event. That is how I did not get charged at the police station. It is under investigation."

"Why are you trying to do that?" I asked at his motive.

His stare was so unfaltering as he pronounced every syllable of his next sentence "I want to be somewhat of a better man. For you."

"Stone, I never wanted you to change. I don't want you to ever change." I said with all the energy left inside of me, so he knew that I meant it "I just wanted you to tell me."