Some love stories come with body counts.
Moses "Mo" Garrison ain't no hero. He's the one they call when shit gets ugly. An ill-tempered killer with a reputation for shooting first and asking questions never. The leader of a ruthless gang in South-Hurst, Mo, is chaos wrapped in caramel skin, with a Glock on his hip and ghosts in his past. The streets fear him. His crew trusts him. And feelings? He don't do those. Soleil "YaYa" Rae is a Hoodoo spiritualist with a guarded but open heart. YaYa is more familiar with sage and soul work than the streets. She stays out the way—burning sage, minding her business, and protecting her peace. But peace gets messy when her little brother starts idolizing the same streets she prayed he'd never walk. Now she's staring down a man who should've scared her… but somehow feels like home. He's violence. She's healing. And they were never supposed to fall in love. But Mo has demons he doesn't speak on. And YaYa has a light that makes them scream. Can love survive the sins required to keep it, or will their love ruin them both? Welcome to South-Hurst. Where healing ain't soft and love ain't clean. And nobody gets out the game untouched.
