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…

way of observing you—a gaze that made you feel like dog waste tracked across his pristine Persian rug.

“You can drag the boy out of the mud, Jackson,” Lawrence had murmured smoothly, his pale eyes raking over my decorated dress blues with undisguised revulsion. He leaned in so close I could smell the sourness beneath the mint on his breath. “But you continue reading …