♪ I'm the one who's gonna make you cry ♪

Grant is startled by the sunshine bothering his eyes and revealing that the night has already gone and that a new day was dawning; startled, he looks around and sees himself alone in the camp bed; for a moment, he thought that, perhaps, the previous night had been just a very good dream; but the hijab, innocently thrown to the ground was unequivocal proof that everything that had happened outside was real! He looked at his wristwatch and found still that he was late for the mission. Upon arriving at the lodge, his men were finalizing preparations for departure; Novak, who knew him very well, limited himself to a discreet look without comment; Wellington well tried to make one of his jokes, but the sergeant gave him a nudge, indicating that he should remain silent. A few minutes later, the group was ready to leave. Grant finalized the plan with his men and after a good cup of coffee and donuts, they left for their vehicles. A few minutes later, the HUMVEE passed through the control gates of the <unk>Green Zone<unk>, heading for Baghdad. After a few more minutes, other vehicles left in a high-speed train. Driving along the asphalt road, the military vehicle accelerated and was closely followed by another utility. Everything seemed to be going well ..., until an RPG device exploded a few meters from the HUMVEE, forcing the driver to deviate, going off the road and colliding with a rocky elevation. The occupants quickly recovered from the shock and jumped out of the vehicle, loaded with ammunition and searching for their attackers. I'm glad the lieutenant knows what he's doing!" Derek shouted at Wellington and the others. - I agree ... but, pay attention! <unk> shouted the cable back, shooting at the highest area on the other side of the road <unk> they are not kidding! From the utility following the military vehicle came more heavily armed men and the exchange of fire became fierce. Meanwhile, heading for an alternative route, two other vehicles headed for Baghdad; in one of them were Grant, Novak, Laila and Aziz, and in the other, Fridge, Kalil and two DELTAS; the idea to mislead seemed to have worked and they were driving to their destination with Laila safe. At least that's what they thought ... A few meters from an access handle that would take them from the dirt road to another asphalt road, Novak, at the wheel of the second utility noticed a movement. "Hey, Lieutenant ..., it looks like we're going to have company soon!" he warned through the communicator embedded in his helmet. And soon there was a barricade formed by trucks and a group of ISIS rebels; Novak cranked left and then right, putting the vehicle into drift and braking to follow. The vehicle following them made the same movement in the opposite direction, and they all jumped, trying to protect themselves from the imminent attack. Then there was a heavy exchange of gunfire; Kalil was the first to be shot in the right side of the chest, shouting as he fell. The two DELTAS sneaked by the sides and managed to hit some enemies at the expense of a lot of ammunition. Then it was Novak's turn to be shot in the right thigh, bleeding profusely; the DELTAS, already almost out of ammunition, retreated and went to watch the injuries of the sergeant and Kalil; but, the surprise was still to come ..., without warning, Aziz stood up and shouted something to the rebels who immediately ceased firing. "Forgive me, Laila ..., but, I can't let you go ...", he said, staring at the militiaman's stupefied face. - As for you..., I owe you nothing! <unk> he shouted to Grant <unk> Your countrymen killed my family and I thirst for revenge ..., drop your weapons, now! - You miserable traitor! <unk> grunted Grant, tossing his rifle to the ground <unk> Bastard! She's not to blame! You can't! As the rebel group organized to take their prisoners, they thought about what to do with the wounded; Aziz, with a cold and indifferent look, approached Kalil, stared at the militiaman's face, and without wasting time, aimed his Glock pistol at his chest and fired! Lying in one of the vehicles, Novak thought he would be next. The DELTAS stared at each other thinking of a way to react, although they knew it would cost them their lives. Grant and Laila were tied up and thrown onto the back of an old pickup truck; the rebels were preparing to get rid of Fridge, Novak, and the DELTAS when a nearby mortar explosion caused a huge commotion. The support group, led by Wellington, was approaching at high speed. Aziz gave orders to resist, while he and some men took the direction of the pickup truck, attempting an escape from the scene, taking Laila and Lieutenant Grant with them. Tied up and surrounded by ISIS men, Grant and Laila could do nothing as the vehicle carrying them drove off to an unknown destination. A few hours later, they were in a half-destroyed industrial shed on the outskirts of Mosul; Grant was tied to a hook suspended from the ceiling and stretched to the limit of pain, while Laila remained trapped, thrown to the ground. Aziz's men enjoyed beating the soldier with kicks, blows, and punches, so much so that it didn't take long for Grant's face to bleed profusely. He felt his whole body hurt, and seemed to have some broken bones ..., Aziz watched the whole thing, impassive, but trying to hide a smile of scorn and pleasure. - Search that tramp and see if she's wearing any tracking device! <unk> ordered Aziz, standing beside Grant <unk> That bitch of Imperialism will get what she deserves! With atrocious brutality, Aziz's men tore Laila's clothes to make sure she didn't have the device with her; then they threw her to the ground. <unk>Now, infidel, you will witness what we do to impure women who betray their nation and their belief!<unk>, Aziz growled with a mocking smile on his face. Then he ordered his men to show the soldier what should be done. What followed was a show of horrors; at first, the men tied Laila to a kind of pole and whipped her violently; even with the blood flowing and aching pain, the woman did not shed tears, she showed herself strong. Grant gritted his teeth with a desire to take revenge on Aziz and his men, but, unfortunately, he was powerless at that moment. At the end of the flogging session, they removed her from the pole and placed her on her belly on a metal table, opening her legs and tying them tightly; one by one, each of Aziz's men climbed onto the table, pulled down their pants and cured the woman; burying their limbs in laughter in Laila's anus, they laughed sarcastically, dropping curses and insults. Grant was at his limit and felt a deadly hatred of those men. At one point, with Laila more resembling a human rag, Aziz ordered that hostilities against her cease. He walked up to the table and pulled out his pistol, pointing at her head. "Let's do Allah's justice against this unfaithful traitor and carnal servant of Imperialism!" he said, preparing for the sacrifice... meanwhile, stun grenades popped through the windows of the shed; part of the ceiling cracked, and a group of SEALS descended by fast ropes, firing with surgical precision at the group of insurgents... amidst the confusion, Aziz escaped to... in the end, Grant and Laila were rescued. Backed by Wellington, the lieutenant wanted to know how they managed to get to that place. Fuck, boss, you forgot we're Rangers, you played cable with smiles, you bunch of assholes, you forgot your GPS tracker. A few hours later, the group entered Baghdad's <unk>Green Zone<unk>; Grant and Laila were taken to the military hospital for treatment and care. A few days later, the Lieutenant Ranger went to the women's area and asked for information about Laila; he learned that she was recovering very well, but still needed care ... he asked to see her, but the doctor suggested that he wait a little longer. However, Team Charlie's assignments caused Grant to return to active duty much sooner than he could have anticipated, and the meeting with Laila had to be postponed. Thus, a few months passed, until, on a weekend, Grant and his team were stationed in Baghdad for recycling and training; after a hard day of training with weapons and techniques, the group decided to drown their sorrows in a lot of beer. They went to a bar located inside an old sumptuous hotel from the times of the Shah and that served as a place for soldiers and officers to fraternize and drink themselves to death! There, by and large, everyone was so drunk that they could no longer verbalize complete sentences, Wellington's jokes lost their grace and Derek's lamentations about missing his bride were hellish for everyone. Grant looked at those men and saw in them the family he needed to have ... but, at the same time, he also had Laila in his mind ... that woman captivated him in such a way that, even after so much time, he still wanted her intensely. It was early in the morning when the group decided to disperse and return to the lodgings ..., they eventually separated and Grant wandered still under the effects of alcohol, until he ended up sitting in a box of ammunition next to the secondary warehouse. He looked up at the sky and enjoyed the firmament, with an image going and coming in his mind ..., just an image ..., until he heard a voice ..., a familiar voice ... "Does that sky still take your breath away, Lieutenant?" said Laila, standing next to Grant. -Before yes ..., but, now other things take my breath away! <unk> he answered, opening a smile to the woman with captivating eyes <unk> I'm glad to see you ..., how are you? -I'll take you, Lieutenant ..., I still have information that your command needs <unk> she answered with a dull tone <unk> I'd rather be in the field ..., fighting ..., but, they say I'm important ..., that your friend ..., the analyst ... "What's wrong with her?" he asked, recalling the conversation he had had with her before the mission. "Now it seems she trusts me a little bit", Laila replied, getting closer to Grant. Sarah is a good person <unk> returned it, containing the desire to kiss Laila. "And you, Grant, do you trust me?" asked Laila with her eyes full of magnetism. "After all we've been through, I have no reason not to trust", he replied in a formal tone. "Isn't that what I meant, Grant, do you trust me?" insisted Laila, moving closer to the soldier. "Do you trust me to be your wife?" Grant didn't answer, just took her in his arms and the two kissed ..., at that moment, everything else seemed gray and distant ..., until the drunkenness seemed to have disappeared. And the first kiss gave way to an indomitable rush of desires ..., hands and bodies wanted each other more than anything. "Take me somewhere, Grant ..., take me to be yours once again!" whispered Laila, barely containing her impetus to surrender to the soldier. He took Laila's hand and they left ... A short time later, they were in the hotel area of the "Green Zone"; at the entrance, Grant identified himself and gave twenty dollars to the attendant saying: "The girl is with me". Nothing more was said, and they went to the room ..., naked and embraced, Grant and Laila, experienced the sensation of feeling the touch of the skin, the contact and the desire. He sucked her hard nipples, listening to the moans of the robes and her hands caressing his hair. Laila had in her hand the partner's hard member, massaging it with affection, wishing to be penetrated by him. But, Grant preferred to feel the taste of the warm grotto of his niece, getting drunk like nectar than to see that soothing chalice. With his face plunged between Laila's thighs, Grant was pleased to provide an immense wave of orgasms for Laila, who was shown to be prostrate and dominated by the male's skilful mouth. It did not take long for her to desire to reciprocate the gesture and affectionately asked the partner to also feel it in her mouth. Grant went into delirium when she swallowed his hard member, sucking voraciously and making his tongue circle the glans caught between his lips. The session gained another connotation when Grant climbed over Laila and carefully rubbed the meaded glans on Laila's burning grotto, who groaned, begging to be possessed; without using her hands, Grant moved until his member invaded her partner's vagina, sliding inside and fitting perfectly. Grant initiated deep, rhythmic pelvic movements, but Laila wanted that man to make her feel more intensely. "Come, my man ..., make me a woman again ..., a true woman like no one else has ever done!" she stammered, wrapping the man's waist with her legs and signaling the intent of her more intensely impetuous movements. It was a harmonious union between man and woman...Grant's vigorous movements soon brought about a wave of orgasms in his partner, who to the taste of blunt virility, groaned and screamed, announcing and celebrating the almost endless succession of pleasure that swept her body from the inside out. Jumping to the side, she got up on all fours on the bed, displaying her splendid butt to the male's greed. "Come on ..., he's all yours ..., use me as I deserve!" she said, almost begging. And Grant didn't hesitate, standing up and holding his rolled buttocks, squeezing the raw flesh and half-opening them until they revealed the inviting little blinking hole. The first blow was pressing without being violent, causing the glans to overcome the muscular resistance. Laila groaned loudly, but did not retreat; on the contrary, the Iraqi threw her butt against the outspoken invader, making it go as deep as possible, filling it whole; she took a deep breath, and after a while, began to jerk her hip up and down, in such a way that she made the member go in and out of itself, causing a sense of surprise to the man, who had never seen a woman take the initiative in an anal sex. The movements were growing, to an explosive pace, that forced Grant to resist not to explode like a grenade ahead of time ..., and Laila persisted, taming the male and making him feel who was in control. And after so much desire and so much provocation, the soldier finally mocked! Grant ejaculated violently, flooding Laila's bowels with his load of hot and flowing sperm. Exhausted, sweaty and gasping, Laila from Grant fell asleep in embrace. "Say you'll be here in the morning?" he asked in a sleepy voice. -Yes, my Lieutenant..., I'll be here in the morning! <unk> she answered with a smile, followed by a long kiss. And the dawn came shining with the characteristic eastern sun, pouring its rays through the window and bathing the naked bodies of the lovers; Grant was awakened by Laila's abused mouth kissing his chest, descending towards the path of sin; the response was immediate, igniting a vigorous erection in the passionate male. Laila delighted in taking into her mouth the rigid member of her lover, sucking it avidly and making it go in and out of her mouth in a more than perfect cadence. At the height of excitement, Grant pulled Laila up on him, seeking to savor his cave, which was soon under the control of his skillful tongue. The profusion of pleasure at that moment was of such magnitude, that the world around them seemed not to exist. Laila, having long been deprived, now felt the immense pleasure of being kissed by the mouth of a manly and affectionate man. At the same time, Grant was feasting on life's sweetest gift in the form of a warm and moist vagina. And it was not long before joy flowed through the bodies, pouring into their thirsty and insatiable mouths, making them, again, hostages to pleasure. Within minutes of serving each other, Grant and Laila took a long bath, taking the opportunity to feel their bodies sliding against each other, hot and full of malice. And the climax, once again, ended in a standing copulation, with Grant penetrating Laila who was pressed against the wall of the box, feeling invaded by the impetuousness of the male. Another torrential and voracious fun, swept their bodies. Thankfully, they persisted in the bath and then dressed. "How long are you going to be in town?" asked Laila, as they walked down the stairs to the reception. - I think about three more days - answered Grant smiling at her - finished the recycling we went back to the "Green Zone" near Mosul and ... Suddenly, a scream exploded, coming from outside the hotel; instinctively, Grant pulled out his automatic pistol and asked that Laila remain inside the lobby. Meanwhile, the uprising that was taking place outside soon gained the interior of the hotel; there was a mad rush of men and women, with soldiers from all sides and weapons in hand ..., in a split second, Grant saw who was responsible for the unexpected attack: Aziz was leading a suicide group ..., and he was thirsty for blood ..., Laila's blood. However, by the time Grant realized that the target was Laila, it was too late! Before the soldier could unload the magazine of ammunition from his gun, Aziz had already achieved his goal, targeting Laila with two fatal shots; the scene seemed to happen in slow motion ..., as Grant fired and ran in the direction of Laila falling ..., Aziz unloaded his gun and then disappeared amid the installed noise, followed by some of his men, while others were shot by army police and marines who rushed to the scene. Grant took Laila's now-dead body in his arms, crying and screaming in pain and hatred; a stream of blood flowed from the corner of the Iraqi woman's lips, and her mortified look proved that she was no longer among the living. When his men arrived, they had enormous difficulty in removing it from Laila's corpse, and even that group of hardened soldiers could not resist the cries of their leader, demonstrating the same sorrow and communicating the same pain. Days later, Laila's body was taken back to Mosul, his hometown, and Grant made a point of taking on the task, being accompanied by his men, who also demanded to share the moment with their leader. During the burial, Sarah, the intelligence analyst, approached Grant, with a distressed-looking woman by her side. "This is Laila's mother and she wanted to meet you", said Sarah Grant. (Time later): ..., A man of Arab descent got off the train at the central station of Alexanderplatz in Berlin. He walked quietly, as if his life had no problem; inside he smiled, because he was in the service of ISIS and soon the Germans, friends of the Americans would feel the force of revenge. He stood next to the surface train lines, as if waiting for someone ..., the phone rang; he took it out and saw that it was a message. "Smile to the devil, scoundrel!" said the message that was flashing on the screen of the mobile phone; Aziz looked around, trying to identify the sender of the message. A few minutes later, another message arrived. "Say goodbye to ISIS and hello to the devil, scoundrel!" Before Aziz could think what to do, a clear shot went through his head from the top of his neck and through his mouth ..., and blood along with brains was projected on all sides, while an inert body fell! From the top of a distant building, the shooter smiles; he got up and put his sniper rifle inside the briefcase and threw it down an air-conditioning duct; the gun slipped down the tunnel until an old retired sergeant took it in his hands and shoved it into a DHL delivery cart. The shooter walked to the elevator and came down. He picked up his cell phone and typed a message: "Tell her it's done". On the other side of the world, Sarah was displaying the message to a lady who now had no reason to cry for the dead ...