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…

see an arrogant brother-in-law anymore. I saw a hostile combatant. I saw a target painted in neon.

“I do not need lawyers, Parker,” I whispered, closing the physical distance between us in a fraction of a heartbeat, invading his space so rapidly he couldn’t even flinch. I watched his arrogant smirk waver slightly under the sheer, dead-eyed weight of continue reading …