"Stay the fuck here till we leave, you understand?" the man nodded. His gun still pointing to the driver, Scott kicked the motionless body with his foot and then we were running away. I didn't look back. Aristos grabbed my hand as we ran faster. I felt cold sweat around my neck, my body shaking as I tried to catch a breath so I wouldn't collapse. All I could see was the bleeding body that I saw lying near my feet. Sometimes love may be worse than any addiction, making you do things for your loved one that you wouldn't do for any other human being. And Danielle Amara Moore will soon find out how it's true. Follow her journey along with Scott Anthony Arceneaux and Aristos Norman Petrou along their shows, tours and the dangerous streets of New Orleans.

He was her lover and her enemy

oh god i dont even know warning for drug usage and smut its mostly ruby, but there'll probably be some scrim? idk