Dove’s self-loathing was killing her under a mountain of depression and Andre LaRue didn’t know what to do. Dove had convinced herself Cooper was finished with her because she had been disfigured. He had always mentioned her perfect, smooth skin…and now it wasn’t…she was scarred, more so now than him. Although most were on her back there were some others, lighter ones…not as deep…little white scars that were over her thighs, buttocks, upper arms, stomach and chest…everywhere but her face and lower limbs. The doctor had told her a lot of them would probably fade in time…in time she would also age…who would want her now?
Certainly not the handsome gangster that had always been known to attract the most beautiful women where ever he went, that’s what he was…a lady killer.
Yes, he had scars
