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…

knew the profound capacity for violence they harbored. She understood exactly the kind of darkness I must have orchestrated in the shadows to guarantee her safety.

“Did you do it alone, Jackson?” she asked, her voice dry and raspy from the intubation tube.

I shifted my gaze toward the heavy wooden door of the recovery room. Through the small reinforced continue reading …