He Smirked, Called Me “The Family’s IT Girl,”

my shoulder and tasted blood.

Somebody screamed. Somebody else yelled for the kids. Glass popped from a neighbor’s taillight. A dog down the block lost its mind.

By the time I rolled onto one knee, the infiltrator had a pistol out and one of our men had already driven him into the side of Greg’s truck so hard the whole frame shook. Two shots cracked.continue reading …