“The Quarterback Shoved My Little Sister — He Didn’t Know Her Brother Had Just Returned From a Black Ops Deployment”

I step inside his guard in one fluid motion, my left hand clamping onto his wrist like a steel trap before he even realizes I’ve moved. “What the—” Brad yelps, the sound involuntary and high-pitched.

I twist his wrist, applying pressure to the joint exactly the way I was taught, forcing his body to follow the pain or have his wrist snap. In the same continue reading …