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…

Corporation. It was a cavernous concrete tomb three levels beneath the street—an architectural dead-zone that Viper had effortlessly liberated from building security and electronically severed from the outside world. No cellular towers. No Wi-Fi signals. No closed-circuit cameras.

The nine Beaumont men were lined up shoulder-to-shoulder against the continue reading …