I had the perfect friends, the perfect family. The perfect everything. We were a greeting card you wanted to frame.
And then he showed up on our doorstep, looking like the aftermath of a rock concert, claiming to be my adopted brother's half-brother. Sounds like trouble, right? He looked like trouble. Hell, his name defined trouble.
Ruffian had bad news and heartbreak written all over him. But knowing he would break my heart didn't stop me from falling.