His father was taken from him too soon. Struggle had become his life, always operating in survival mode in fear of ending up like his father. Staten Island had been home until it wasn’t. Moving back was the only solution. Falling in love wasn’t part of the plan. Being more than a Daddy’s girl has always been the goal. Finding herself outside of being the baby proved itself to be the hardest thing. He seemed familiar. Something safe, someone she knew she could let her guard down around. A man that wasn’t just around because of what her last name could offer. The car she drove wasn’t the only thing that moved fast. She wasn’t looking for something new. He was looking for something real. It was like their paths crossing was written in the stars.