My father-in-law and his eight sons b/ea/t my pregnant wife until she lost our baby… then laughed outside her ICU door, mocking me as a “worthless, broke soldier.” They had no idea I wasn’t just any soldier-I was the commander of a black-ops hit squad. As my phone buzzed with a message reading “Target confirmed,” I looked at them and whispered…

a large, circular mahogany table, casually sipping lattes and tossing their heads back in raucous laughter, were Clara’s eight brothers and her father, Lawrence. They did not resemble a family paralyzed by grief. They did not look like men who had just watched their sister being wheeled into an ICU.

They looked exactly like a pack of starving wolves continue reading …