Wrong Side of Right

Ten years ago, I made a deal with the devil.

And now my soul is as damned as his.

By day, I wear the badge. Pledge allegiance to my brothers in blue. By night, I wear a gun at my back and more blood on my hands than I’ll ever scrub clean, standing shoulder to shoulder with the very men that badge was meant to destroy.

It’s a problem.

Especially now that Gracie Donovan is back in town.

The woman who’s got a blood-tie to the men who’ve spent the last decade torturing me. Who’s as wild as the flowers inked onto her skin, as venomous as the snake coiled around her thigh. She crashed into my life armed with a threat sharp enough to ruin me if I don’t help her.

I keep forgetting I’m supposed to be the good guy. That I’ve ended up on the wrong side of all this. And Gracie? I can’t tell if she’s bringing me up for air or pulling me deeper into her world.

But from where I’m standing, maybe being pulled in isn’t such a bad thing when it’s her hands dragging me down