Detective Shepard looked at Julian with new respect. “I’ll submit the report as a self-defense altercation pending further review. But keep your head down, Mr. Vance.”
They left, but Julian knew the peace wouldn’t last.
That night, the attack came.
At 2:00 AM, three armed men affiliated with the Southside Vipers kicked through the back door of Julian’s home. They came expecting an aging veteran and his terrified wife.
They didn’t find a terrified family. They walked into a dark house controlled by a man who had spent fifteen years studying room clearance, close-quarters combat, and ambush tactics.
In less than ninety seconds, using nothing more than a tactical flashlight and his bare hands, Julian disarmed all three men. The sound of breaking bones and heavy bodies hitting the hardwood floor echoed through the dark house.
Julian stood over the lead intruder, resting his boot heavily against the man’s chest. He pulled out his phone and dialed a private number he hadn’t called in eight years.
