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…

his entire existence was beginning to shatter right alongside it.

Chapter 3: The Concrete Tomb

Outside the massive plate-glass windows anchoring the end of the corridor, the city street began to vibrate with a low, predatory mechanical rumble. Lawrence and his sons drifted toward the glass, mesmerized by the sudden chaos. A convoy of five blacked-out,continue reading …