Ethan stood outside of Viper’s office, his nerves jangling. He wanted to kill the son of a b***h where he sat and just be done with it. How could he have sent him after his own family? Everyone had been lying to him for years, and he’d been their patsy, dancing to the tune of their music. Well, no more. For now on, he was going to do things his way, and he could guarantee, that his way was going to end bloody and violent for
one Donovan Tal.
“Come in and report, soldier.” Donovan’s nearly pleasant tone scraped raw across his nerves. Now that he remembered the man, he could remember the fear of a small child and the revulsion at his lack of conscience.
“The mission was unsuccessful, sir.” He kept his voice smooth and detached, his outer exterior calm and unconcerned.
“What do you mean
