Until I met him.
He fucked me up.
He really fucked me up.
He was wrong in every way. He was a drug dealer, a criminal, and the kind of man your parents told you to stay away from. Yet, he became my drug, and I shook in need until my next fix.
I was delicate.
He was scarred.
But together…together we became delicate scars.
Please note that this book is a greatly revised version of a previously released book no longer available titled Ruby Rose.