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…

the corner of his thin mouth. He looked at me the way one looks at a stray mutt begging for scraps. “It is a damn shame about the kid, obviously. But accidents happen, Knight. It’s a tragedy. Let’s be deeply realistic here, though—what exactly are you going to do about it? You are just a grunt. A subsidized hitman for the government. You lack the legal continue reading …