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

The words flow through my mind as I watch as once again Austin paces the floor before me. Pulling my legs up under me and getting into a more comfortable position, I close my eyes as Shawna pulls my hair tighter.


"I take it Austin hasn't gotten a hold of them yet?" I shake my head pushing the impending tears back. I've been worried since Chance left; my body language has been stiff and non-pliant from the moment he told me he was going on this run with the rest of the brothers.


"Not yet. I think he's getting worried." I whisper, not wanting Austin to over hear me.


I watch as Bone walks into the room for the tenth time. He spots me in the same spot I've been in since Shawna pulled me out of Max's room a couple of hours ago then walks away.


I'm not sure why Bone looks suddenly so sheepish with me, but I know I need to speak with him.


Chapter 66