My son showed up at my base. face destroyed, jaw broken. “Dad, my stepmom’s family did this.” 17 people beat him on christmas eve. my ex-wife filmed it. I train special forces to kill. I asked my current class: “Who wants extra credit?” 32 hands went up. I gave them addresses. “Remember no mercy…” within 10 days, all 17 went missing. my ex-wife checked into psychiatric care. her sheriff father called, “I know you did this…” I just said, “Prove it… cry baby…”
The Colonel’s Wrath Victor Sutton had killed men in fourteen countries, but he’d never felt the particular coldness that settled in his chest when he saw his son stumbling through …
My son showed up at my base. face destroyed, jaw broken. “Dad, my stepmom’s family did this.” 17 people beat him on christmas eve. my ex-wife filmed it. I train special forces to kill. I asked my current class: “Who wants extra credit?” 32 hands went up. I gave them addresses. “Remember no mercy…” within 10 days, all 17 went missing. my ex-wife checked into psychiatric care. her sheriff father called, “I know you did this…” I just said, “Prove it… cry baby…” Read More