I spent 15 years training Marines in hand-to-hand combat, and my rule was simple

yet. First, he drove to Titan’s Forge. The gym occupied a converted warehouse on the industrial side of town. Bass-heavy music pounded from inside, mixed with the thud of fists on bags and coaches barking orders. Shane parked and sat for five minutes, breathing deeply, finding the cold, calm center he’d cultivated in combat zones.

When he walked through continue reading …