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…

small, profoundly melancholic smile touching the corners of my mouth. “I never breach a door alone. Not anymore.”

The karmic retribution delivered to the Beaumont bloodline was absolute. Later that same afternoon, while Clara drifted into a heavily medicated sleep, Ghost slipped into the room and handed me a tablet displaying a hacked, live internal continue reading …