Tell the Truth and Shame the Devil. Sometimes the bad guy can become the savior.
Momma always said if I laid down with dogs, I’d get up with fleas. I was too stubborn to listen and now I’m in a situation I can’t escape. I’ve seen too much. I know too much. Even now, two years after my momma left this earth, I can still hear her voice in my ear telling me to leave and never look back. I thought this was the perfect life, but it was all a lie. Now I have someone else I need to take care of, and if it’s the last thing I do, I’m getting us out of this place.
Dallas I’m no hero. Rescuing damsels in distress is not my thing. But when the call came in to save a woman and her child, what else was I supposed to do? My momma raised me to be a gentleman and to protect those weaker than myself. Plus, if I got the chance to give a little payback to some bottom-feeders who hurt innocent people, I’d take that gift every day and twice on Sundays. Little did I know, once I set eyes on the brown-eyed beauty with tears on her face, and a knife in her hand pointed at my heart, my entire world was going to shift on its head.