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…

to the expansive window, peering down at the armored blockade that had essentially established absolute tactical dominance over the hospital’s footprint. I turned slowly, pivoting back to Lawrence.

“I warned you I was not merely a soldier, Lawrence,” I whispered, the quiet, icy fury finally fracturing through my calm exterior, burning hot and white.continue reading …