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…

slamming into the concrete pillar. I slowly reached into the tactical thigh pocket of my trousers and extracted a cheap, plastic, disposable burner phone. I pressed it brutally hard into Lawrence’s chest.

“Dial your high-priced defense attorney, Lawrence,” I commanded, the finality of the words ringing in the damp air. “Inform him that you and your continue reading …