I loved the army.
Call me crazy, but I ate, breathed, and lived for combat. I’d have my brothers’ backs until the day we died. I was loyal to the core.
I sure as hell didn’t plan on having it taken from me—but sometimes sh*t happens.
Expendable. That’s what I was to the army. A broken soldier, cast to the side.
I needed the adrenaline rush of hitting the drop zone. I needed my rifle and the chaos of battle. I needed my goddamn honor back…The Demented Sons stepped in and gave me my reason to live.
Then she showed up and turned my world upside down.
Personalized to you!