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…

He swiveled back slowly, his heavy, patrician brow furrowing in sharp confusion.

“What the hell did you just say?”

The Beaumonts were still standing there, struggling to process the cryptic military phrasing, when the very atmosphere in the corridor violently shifted. Parker’s sleek, obnoxiously expensive smartphone began to vibrate aggressively against continue reading …