Colombian Betrayal tears the cover off the drug trade and exposes the death, and violence behind the twisted connections between governments, revolutionaries, terrorists, and drug lords.
Watch as an unholy alliance is formed when the profits of a Columbian drug lord Olivia Moreno, begin disappearing and deadly new international competitors appear on the horizon.
Moreno, head of the Barranquilla Cartel, strikes a deal with the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC). Little does she know she is signing her own death warrant! FARC has a group wanting a foothold in South America—the Islamic State, and she is in the way.
On the run, Moreno is captured by a CIA team. She spins a tale to use her money and manpower to destroy ISIS in an effort to save herself. Laws and rules of engagement are meaningless to Moreno, her life and her family are her only concern. Will the CIA leader fall for her offer?
Will team leader AJ Bruce strike a deal to turn the tables on Islamic State? Can she stop them from launching an attack on the United States? Or will she be too late?
Is it worth trading control of Afghanistan’s poppy fields with Moreno as a reward for her cooperation? Or is Bruce playing her in an attempt to double-cross her and kill two birds with one stone?
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Excerpt
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Dawn broke with
birds twittering outside Olivia’s country estate. She opened blue-green eyes
and focused on the view through the open window. Tinges of red and orange
stretched across the horizon, seeking the deep blue heavens. More songbirds
joined in, their melodious voices adding to the morning’s chorus. Nearby, a
rare Colombian screech owl hooted. Other birds shrieked, their wings beating
the air as they scattered.
Olivia yawned and
crawled out of bed. Twinges cascaded through her aching muscles caused by
overexertion in yesterday’s intense personal security training. Time for some
fresh air while it’s quiet. She slipped a purple velvet robe over her slender
athletic body and pulled on matching slippers. Padding toward the balcony, she
opened the doors and stepped outside. She gazed at the tranquil countryside and
smiled.
Craack! Craack!
Bullets
ricocheted off the stonework, missing her head by inches. She dropped to the
floor amid a hail of flying rubble and dust. Hunched like a hermit crab, Olivia
crawled inside and slammed the doors.
“Madre de Dios!”
Stomach
lurching, chest heaving, she rolled across the floor to the bedside table. Her
hands shaking, she grabbed the handle, opened the drawer, and removed her FN
Five-SeveN handgun. She fumbled for a second magazine and stuffed it into a
pocket on her robe. Keeping out of view, she crept back to the side of the
balcony and slid down the wall.
She peered
through a small opening, looking for signs of intruders.
Nothing. All
seems normal.
Pushing through
the doors, she dashed around the corner, squatted, and fired three times
without aiming. An incoming round smashed into the wall in front of her. She
leaned into the stone for cover as rough-edged shards whirled toward her face.
Startled by the fast-approaching slivers, Olivia ducked and dropped the pistol.
Blood trickled from a cut above her right eye. She sucked in her breath and
wiped it away as anger replaced fear.
“Alto.” A man of
medium height climbed over the railing from the patio. Piercing dark eyes shone
beneath a mop of black hair as he plopped into a chair at the small bistro
table, and helped himself to a glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice.
“Diablo.” Olivia
spat the word as the man with the physique of a bodybuilder stood and helped
her into the other chair. “Ramon, one day you’ll cause my death. The training
becomes more intense every day.” She grabbed his goblet. “Salud.” She drained
the glass.
“Doña Olivia,
you hired me to provide protection. When I’m not here, you must do this for
yourself and your family. Your enemies will give you no warning, which is why
the lessons must become more realistic.”
Olivia nodded.
“Si, you are correct. I want to live a long time and enjoy my fortune—unlike my
father, brother, and first husband, who died before their time.”
Ramon Cristobal
Alvarez and Olivia Perfecta Moreno gazed at each other.
* * *
The following
morning, Olivia woke again to the hoot of the owl. She rushed to the balcony to
find the bird’s hiding place. Two shots rang out. Following her training, she
crashed to the floor and squirmed back into the bedroom.
She grunted and
laughed, thinking Ramon had upped the training. A moment later, a loud thump
resounded against the door as Ramon forced his way inside, gun drawn.
“Olivia, this
isn’t training—it’s real.”
Ramon pushed
aside a balcony door. He crawled outside, peeked between ornate pillars, and
scanned the area for would-be assassins. After completing his sweep from the
balcony, he returned inside.
“They’re gone.”
He twirled his right index finger in the air several times. “Stay here. The
guards will scour the full perimeter for those seeking to harm you, while I
check on Pedro, Alonzo, and the girls.”
Olivia nodded.
Shaking, she wrapped her arms around herself.
Ramon walked to
the door. Before he opened it—
A gunshot echoed
in the corridor.
“Madre de Dios!”
Ramon leaped toward Olivia, shoving her to the floor with one hand, a weapon in
the other.
A high-pitched
scream pierced the air, followed by a second.
Silence.
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