Toxic

He started a war to save me. But I refuse to give him a second chance.

Dante Marino's the definition of beautiful destruction.

Everything he touched, he destroyed...including me.

We were friends. Then we weren't.

He used me.

Played me.

Took every ounce of my affection and threw it away.

He became my enemy, then risked everything to save me.

Now, he wants me back, claiming he's changed-determined to make me his.

Each vow, every possessive kiss, feels like he's mine.

But I can't forget that underneath ...