What the hell? He didn’t know whether to bless them or curse them. Death might well be a better alternative than being ripped from Mother Italy and carted away, too far away to ever return. He realized just knowing Italy was close was the only thing keeping him sane in Helwan.
When Pietro opened his eyes, he was sitting upright, bumping along on a dirt road in what smelled like the inside of a cattle truck. He was propped up between Skinny and Square-man, both smiling at him from either side. How could they be so damn glad to see him?
Fear invaded his every pore as he realized each mile took him farther from his motherland. “How long have we been driving?”
Skinny put out his grimy hand. “Enzo.” Pietro shook it absently.
Grinning, the square man did the same. “Antonio.”
“For f**k’s sak
