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Turn the page for a sneak peek into Boian and Camil’s story inThe Roma’s Lies.
Sneak Peek
THE ROMA’S LIES
Sinaloa, Mexico 2010
“What the fuck is taking so long, Sergeant Greco?” the captain bitches for the hundredth time over my comms, his Texas accent thick, though easier to understand after being under his command for nearly five years.
“I’m double-checking the house,” I answer with an indignant growl as I scan the Sinaloa compound with my heat vision binoculars. They’ve been glitching for the last twenty minutes, the heat signatures going in and out. What does the man want? I’m not about to blow the shit out of a compound that housed enslaved women and children without being sure they are all out safely.
Someone needs to develop better military technology for this type of shit.
“For fuck’s sake. I swear to Christ, I’ll require balls the size of melons in the next batch. Or maybe I should just keep to Americanproducts.”
I roll my eyes. The “batch” he’s referring to are lethal mercenaries who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty for the greater good. Skilled killers, brutal, and unremorseful.
Mercenarieslike me.
Emiliano and I enlisted into the Italian military forces straight out of high school. While Emil was content with staying with the ISAF, patrolling, peacekeeping, and so on, I craved something on the darker side. The kind of missions you were lucky to come back from alive––a source of contention between me and a silver-eyed siren back home in Rome.
Camilla Radu was mine and Emil’s childhood friend, but she was no longer a child. She wrote to Emil and me often and would enclose a photo of herself on her birthday each year. I watched her grow from the skinny, awkward thirteen-year-old girl I left behind to the eighteen-year-old woman with mouthwatering curves and the classic Italian beauty she was now. And fuck, if I didn’t have to talk my dick down at seeingher photo.
“Just blow the damn thing, so we can get out of this shit stain of a city,” the captaingrumbles.
“We’re sure that the women and childrenare out?”
“I told you the count three times, Greco. Now. Blow. It,” he orders. With a heavy sigh, I press the button. Half a second later, the sky lights up like New Year’s Eve in Italy. The ground rumbles below me where I lay hidden in the sparse foliage, far away enough not to be hit by debris but close enough to feel the heat of the blast. The sound of destruction soothes the beast inside, and the demons of my past are imprisoned in their cell once again.
“Mission accomplished. I’m heading back.” I gather up my gear and tools to head back to HQ.
Three flesh traders down, thousands more to go.
The photo hovers above my face while I attempt to decompress. Tracing her eyes, smile, and curves with my eyes have my nerves firing on all cylinders and my dick begging forattention.
“Greco! Boss man wants to see you,” one of the guys on my team yells from the open flap of my Temper tent.
“Now?”
“Now.”
“Fucking hell.” I pull myself up with a grunt and tuck Camil’s photo into theSpanish for Dummiesbook she sent me last year. Grabbing a shirt, I throw it on as I walk out into the hot evening air and head to the control tent where the “boss” calls me after everymission.
Captain Phips’ voice can be heard before I even get two yards from my tent. “I understand what you’re saying, sir, but––”
“But nothing, Phips!” the boss bellows through the phone speaker. “This was supposed to be quick and clean. You got the quick part, but you royally fucked up the clean part. What part of no women and children did you not understand?!”
I freeze in place right outside the control tent door. Women and children? Fuck. Please don’t tell me…
“Sir, I was not the one on scouting duty, but I assure you the man that was will be disciplined for hisfuck up.”
The man on scouting duty. Meaning me.
I charge into the tent, and the look of fear on the captain’s face tells me that he knows I heard him throw me under the bus. “Sir, this is Sergeant Boian Greco. I was––”
“Sir, I have to let you go. I’ll call you when it’s done.” The captain disconnects the call and watches me hesitantly where I stand fuming.
