Above All Else: A Bad Boy Military Romance (Easy Team Book 2) Read Free Page B

the Crown Princess of Loranza, says a royalist. After the growing riots encouraged by the Loranza Minister of Defense and Royal Liaison, Argus Pryto, the situation has grown incredibly dangerous for the Princess and her guardian and uncle, Prince Gregory. As of right now, it seems the pair have succeeded in going underground since no reports have been made of the Princess’s whereabouts since yesterday morning.”
                  “What’s this?” Tennessee asked, confused.
                  “Remember?” Hawk said. “Before we left, there were reports of a possible coup in Loranza. But it looked like it would be a peaceful one.” I heard him grimace. “I guess that didn’t happen.”
                  Though my eyes were closed, I could hear the shouts and protests of people in Loranza from the TV, angry and loud.
                  “Why are you protesting the princess?” a reporter asked.
                  “Because she does not care about her people!” a protestor answered immediately, his voice hoarse from shouting. “She uses State money to live a lavish lifestyle abroad while her countrymen suffer and starve! If she does not care about Loranza, Loranza does not care about her!”
                  I heard the protestor spit. Well, clearly the princess was not going to win any popularity contests anytime soon. At least, not in her own country.
                  I remembered hearing about the Loranzian princess. It was always in passing since the girl seemed to be a staple for the gossip magazines and I never read that trash. But Easy Team liked to keep a pulse on the feel for international politics and issues. It usually gave us an idea of where our next mission would be.
                  And whenever the Loranzian princess was brought up, it was always in connection to some rumor. She was dating a Spanish prince. She caused scandal by being a cover model for a fashion magazine, something definitely not befitting royalty. She was being courted by Hollywood directors to possibly act. Essentially, the girl was an expert at getting attention. And never for the right reasons, it seemed. No wonder her people were so pissed.
                  “Crown Princess Sofia and Prince Gregory’s whereabouts are as of yet unknown,” the anchorwoman said, returning to the screen. “They had made repeated appeals to several neighboring nations and to the UN but were unsatisfied with their slowness to respond. It’s now being reported that royal sympathizers have helped smuggle Princess Sofia and Prince Gregory to temporary safety.”
                  I was about to doze again when I heard the protestors come back, shouting, “Slut! Whore! Step off the throne! Step off the throne!”
                  “Damn,” Dozer said. “Those people are pissed.”
                  “Well, not surprising,” Tweety said. “It sounds like she’s not too interested in leading. If that’s the case, maybe she should step down.”
                  “Sounds like these people want more than her just stepping down,” Hawk said judiciously. “Sounds like these people want to have her head.”
                  I was about to fall back asleep when I heard the front door open. Immediately, Tennessee turned off the TV.
                  We quickly rose to our feet.
                  Commander Wolffe walked in. The grizzled retired general was in his early sixties. You could tell with one look that that man had infantry written all over him. He had seen the massive benefit soldiers with special training could provide to the dark, forgotten corners of the world. So once elite soldiers decided to put down their uniforms, he recruited them, offering them a chance to make a difference in the world without any ties or government bureaucracy. And the offer was usually too good