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I was born a fighter. Abandoned by my
parents, I spent my life forging my own path—one guided by my fists
and paved with pain.
Untouchable in the ring, I destroyed
everyone who faced me, but that’s where my victories ended. Outside
the ropes, I repeatedly failed the few people who loved me. Including
my best friend, Liv James—the one person I’d die to protect.
Even though I didn’t deserve her, Liv
never stopped believing in me. Never gave up. Never let go. After
all, she understood what I’d lost, because she’d lost it too.
Liv was everything to me, but she was
never truly mine.
That was going to change.
I lost my first love, but I refused to
lose my soulmate.
Now, I’m on the ropes during the
toughest battles of my life.
Fighting to be the man she deserves.
Fighting the solitude of our pasts.
Fighting for her.
Fighting Solitude
Prologue
It was worthless. She’d been deaf
since the day I met her.
She’d never once heard my voice.
She’d never heard the deep rumble of
my laugh when she was excited, signing so fast I could barely keep
up.
She’d never heard my content sigh
when she barged into the locker room after a fight—just her
presence soothed the lingering madness brewing within me.
She’d never heard me whispering my
deepest fears into her ear as she fell asleep on top of me.
She’d never heard the reverence in
which I cried her name each and every time I took her body.
And she’d never once heard the ease
in which the words I love you tumbled from my lips as I stared into
her deep, jade green eyes.
But as I screamed her name while
watching her petite body seizing in the passenger seat beside me, I’d
never needed her to hear me more.
“Mia. Oh God. I’ve got you, baby.”
She was still thrashing violently as I
made my way around to her door, yanking it open while pleading with
whatever god was willing to help.
When she stilled, a whole new level of
silence filled the air around us. It wasn’t the absence of sound.
It was the absence of life.
“Mia, breathe!” I roared as her
chest remained agonizingly still. “Help me!” I screamed at the
closed emergency room doors, but no medical savior rushed out with
the miracle I so desperately needed.
My hands shook wildly as I released her
lifeless body from the seatbelt.
“I’ve got you, just hang on. Please
just hang on, Mia,” I whispered lifting her into my arms and
sprinting through the sliding doors. “I need a doctor! She’s not
breathing!”
Nurses rushed towards me in slow motion
as the seconds without air in her lungs passed at a terrifying speed.
Breathe.
A doctor appeared with a gurney and
quickly took her from my arms.
The immediate loss was staggering.
Hope became my only solace.
She needed help that I wasn’t capable
of giving her, but that didn’t stop me from following close behind
as they rolled her away. I was on the verge of self-destructing;
letting her out of my sight wasn’t an option.
I stood motionless in the doorway while
doctors and nurses swarmed around her. Their mouths moved
frantically, but without my hearing aids I was worthless to make out
the words their faint voices carried.
I never wore my hearing aids when I was
with Mia. There was no point. She rarely spoke with her voice.
We’d spent four years building a
relationship with our hands.
Those hands had told me animated
stories that made me laugh until my face hurt from smiling.
They’d fought with me relentlessly,
but always ended the night raking down my back in silent ecstasy.
Her fingers had fluidly signed I love
you more times than I could ever count—or forget.
But as I felt the nurse attempting to
physically remove me from the room, my eyes became fixated on her
limp hand dangling off the side of the bed. It was the only sight
more frightening than watching her flail mid-seizure.
It ripped the heart straight from my
chest.
That hand was supposed to be full of
life.
It was the very essence of Mia.
Pale.
White.
Still.
Oh God.
Sucking in a deep breath, I held it
until the room began to spin.
It provided me no relief even as it
forced me to my knees.
There would be no distraction from
this.
I was going to lose her.
Yet another woman I couldn’t save.
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Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia,
Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age
of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South
Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything
and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of
wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her
friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of
job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab
a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly,
and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.
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