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…

hand bloomed fresh, deep purple contusions. The skin over the bone was completely split.

Defensive fractures, the physician’s voice echoed in my head.

“She fell,” I echoed softly. My voice was a dry, raspy scrape, like rusted iron dragging across concrete.

“Exactly,” Parker sneered, stepping up to flank his father. A smug, deeply arrogant smirk curled continue reading …