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PROLOGUE
Brothers in arms.
Bad boys, cowboys, soldiers, sailors, airmen, and Marines.
We’d been labeled delinquents, incapable of redemption.
And we’d gone our separate ways.
Heroes. Monsters. Sinners and saints.
Above all we were men honoring our country even while a terrible secret loomed just below the surface.
There were those who would never forget, praying we’d never return.
Others would stop at nothing to prevent us from doing so.
We were intent on finding salvation by protecting those we loved.
But demons from a single act would never allow us to forget.
Six men determined to right the wrongs from our past.
Six men prepared to do what it took.
No matter the cost.
Together in life.
Together in death.
CHAPTER1
Amelie
My bad day just turned into a nightmare.
I’d found my piece of shit ex in my bed with my now ex-best friend.
I’d had a flat tire.
I’d lost my waitressing job.
Now this.
Being summoned to my father’s house was never for a happy reason.
And it wasn’t about giving me a Christmas gift.
We didn’t live a Hallmark card kind of life complete with festive celebrations and heartfelt emotions. There was nothing but animosity between us, which had been the only thing I’d felt for as long as I could remember. He’d made it perfectly clear from an early age that I was nothing but a nuisance in his life and that he was doing me a favor in allowing me to grow up near him.
While most children would crumble from his harsh words and prison-like rules, I’d grown strong and wise, capable of ignoring his rants and demands. Once I’d turned eighteen, he’d ignored me altogether other than the required twice a year dinners where nothing but business was handled. Checks written for tuition. Doling out an allowance like I was a five-year-old asking for money for candy. And the same lecture on how I was wasting my life giving a shit about animals.
But today was entirely different.
I sensed it in my bones.
The meeting had to do with the release of my trust fund, money he hadn’t been able to get his grubby hands on. My mother had done her best to protect me, even while falling under his spell. The executor was an attorney, a friend of my mother’s family. I was certain the man who’d professed to love my mother had conned her into marrying him, funding his unprofitable company. I’d been too young to remember anything but arguments. How many times had I heard their harsh words, screaming battles that had lasted for hours? My mother had taken me on a special trip to get away.
