D.S. TOSSELL is an emotional roller coaster of a reader. She loves any kind of book that will make her laugh, make her cry and more importantly make her think. She is a nut for all things holiday. Loves to cook but cannot bake. She loves to relax and hang out with her husband and watch movie marathons. When she is not writing her newest emotionally driven book she is chasing around her two small children.

It only takes five words to drag me back to the desolate dry land of Afghanistan. Five simple words and I'm seeing the blast of gunfire behind my head. Five words and I see her drop right in front of my eyes. Five words causes me to lose myself and revert back into the soldier they made me. Five words.

"Thank you for your service"

Nightmare Warrior's MC

"This is getting' bad brother." I say to Austin.


It's been a few hours since Lyla kicked me out of her house. Hours since I've held her body close to mine. Hours since I've calmed Adrianna down enough to begin talking again. Hours since I have felt whole.


"Yeah. Can't believe that asshole had the audacity to come after one of old ladies and her kid. Fuck man, glad you were there."


I nod my head reliving everything that went down today. The smile and joy reflecting off Adrianna. The happy go lucky and freeing look Lyla was sporting, the carefree attitude I had. It was all gone in the blink of an eye when I watched as that asshole came up with a forty-five in his hands. If it weren't for the cut he was sporting, I wouldn't have thought much of him.


Chapter 35