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…

routing protocols, the bribe schedules! They have it all! Do not ever dial this number again!”

The connection severed with a sharp click. Lawrence slowly uncurled his fingers. The phone slipped from his grasp, clattering violently against the linoleum, the screen fracturing into a million glittering shards.

The monumental arrogance that had insulated continue reading …