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…

and clumsy when their hormones are unbalanced.”

I stared at Lawrence’s flawlessly manicured cuticles, then slowly, deliberately panned my gaze across the faces of his eight offspring. My crosshairs locked dead onto Parker, the eldest son and the golden heir apparent. Parker was nursing a steaming cup of artisan coffee. Across the knuckles of his right continue reading …