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For three days we watched him.
Mira and I crawled in and watched him. We lived in his house. We smelled the food he ate. We watched him f**k his wives at night from so close we could smell the s*x on him afterward. We didn’t drink water so that we wouldn’t have to pee. We didn’t eat so that we wouldn’t have to s**t.
Mira and I were a US Delta Force sniper team—so invisible that we weren’t even there.
But we were and we listened.
Abdul had a rage in him. That part of him I recognized. That part of him I knew down to my bones. Before The Unit, it had twisted inside my guts like a knife every time I thought of my family. I didn’t beat or kill, but I knew what drove him.
He got angry at a wife for not being eager to receive him. After he beat her, and used her hard, he stated the fatef
