Victory

"Ah!" Apollonia's back arched off the bed as her climax crashed over her, her juices flowing freely onto the sheets below. Her moans of ecstasy filled the room, her voice hoarse with pleasure.

Lorenzo's thrusts didn't relent, his hips pistoning in and out of her tight heat as he chased his own release. He groaned, his grip on her breasts tightening as he neared the edge. "Dio, ti senti così caldo,(God, you feel so warm.)" he growled, his breathing ragged.

"Oh... mio Dio..." Apollonia's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt him pulsing inside her, his hot seed filling her to the brim.

As their breathing slowed, their bodies slick with sweat, Lorenzo propped himself up on one elm, gazing down at her with a satisfied grin. "You were incredible, bella."

Apollonia blushed, her cheeks flushed. "Grazie," she managed, her voice still shaky from her orgasm.

"Vuoi continuare? (Do you want to continue?)" he asked, running a finger along her jawline.

Apollonia bit her lip, her body still humming from their passionate encounter. "I... I was a bit tired," she admitted, her accent thick with desire. "Possiamo riposare un po'? (Can we rest a bit?)"

Lorenzo chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Of course, bella. We have all day," he purred, settling down beside her, his arm draped around her sleek form.

(A few minutes later)

"Hmm…" Apollonia purred, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she gazed up at Lorenzo. In one fluid motion, she rolled onto her side, her back pressed against his chest. Their lips met in a searing kiss, tongues dancing together.

Lorenzo's hardening length nestled against her wet core, and they both knew what was coming next. He positioned himself behind her, lifting her leg to grant him better access. With a low groan, he entered her again, this time more slowly, savoring every inch of her tight heat.

Their hips moved in a primal rhythm, their bodies slapping together in a symphony of lust. Apollonia's moans filled the room, mingling with the headboard banging against the wall.

"So tight," he growled, his breath hot in her ear. "Mi piaci così tanto, bella."

Apollonia's response was lost in a moan as her second orgasm crashed over her, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.

Lorenzo grunted, his grip on her hips tightening as he followed her over the edge, his seed spilling deep inside her once more.

---

Outside the abandoned house, Lorenzo's battalion of men stood guard, their eyes darting around the dimly lit street, vigilant for any sign of intruders. However, their concentration was tested as they heard muffled moans and cries of pleasure from within the building.

"Man, it sounds like the Colonel is having a good time," one soldier whispered, his cheeks flushing.

"Yes, I wish it were me in there," another soldier lamented, adjusting his trousers.

The moans grew louder, more intense. "Ah! Ah! Oh! Ti amo!" Apollonia's voice carried through the thin walls, sending shivers down their spines.

"I'm getting a... ehm... a cramp," the first soldier said, trying to disguise his arousal.

"I know what you mean," the second soldier chuckled, trying to hide his own erection.

As the hours ticked by, the sun began to set, casting long shadows over the deserted street. Still, the sounds of passionate moans and flesh slapping against flesh continued to drift out of the house, much to the soldiers' frustration.

"Let's hope it ends soon," one of them muttered under his breath, hoping their commanding officer would be done soon.

Finally, after half an hour, a disheveled-looking Lorenzo and Apollonia emerged from the abandoned building. The battalion exchanged knowing glances but said nothing, saluting their commanding officer instead.

Lorenzo guided the swaying Apollonia back to her house, his arm around her waist for support. Her father's scowl was evident even in the dim light of dusk as he stood in the doorway.

Lorenzo nodded stiffly, motioning for a Sicilian man to translate his words into Sicilian. "Buonasera, signuri. Mi dispiaci lu disturbu. Mi chiamu lu tinenti culunellu Lorenzo Lupo, e vulissi diri ca... (Good afternoon, gentlemen. Sorry to bother you. My name is Lieutenant Colonel Lorenzo Lupo, and I would like to say that...)"

The translator relayed his words, and Apollonia's father's expression darkened further as he listened. His fists clenched at his sides, but he knew better than to antagonize the high-ranking American soldier.

"Capiscu, (I understand,)" he growled, glaring at Lorenzo before ushering his daughter inside.

Lorenzo watched them go, a mixture of guilt and pride warring within him. He had taken Apollonia's innocence, but he couldn't deny the connection they shared.

Lorenzo's words hung heavy in the air as he informed Apollonia's father that she might be carrying his child. Apollonia's father was furious, but he knew better than to defy a high-ranking Allied officer.

And beside, Lorenzo had left a significant amount of money for Apollonia and her potential child, a staggering thousand dollars, an amount that could change their lives in these trying times.

As Lorenzo watched them disappear inside, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He knew her father was only accepting the situation for the sake of the money, but what choice did they have? It was either that or starve on the war-torn streets.

Lorenzo swore to himself that if he survived the war, he would provide for her, with or without a child.

---

Late at night, Lorenzo watched as the Shelby brothers arrived at their usual drop-off point for their illicit dealings. They unloaded the stolen goods from the British camp.

"Tommy, lads," he greeted, his own American-Italian accent still evident despite his attempts to blend in. "I've got your payment, and it's the full amount, even though I haven't sold the lot yet."

He handed Tommy an envelope stuffed with crisp bills, and the Shelby brothers' eyes widened in surprise.

"G'on, mate, you didn't 'ave to do that," Tommy said, but he didn't refuse the money.

"It's the least I can do," Lorenzo replied, his expression grim. "You see, tomorrow we push into Italy. We might not make it back."

The Shelby brothers exchanged glances, understanding dawning on their faces.

Tommy took a drag from his cigar, blowing out a plume of smoke before speaking. "Survive this war, Lupo. Don't go and get yourself killed on us."

Lorenzo chuckled, "Oh? The Shelby brothers have grown attached to me, have they?"

John snorted, "We just don't want to lose a good business partner, Yank."

"Yeah, you're too valuable to us," Arthur added with a grin.

Lorenzo clapped Tommy on the back, "Take care of yourselves, Tommy, and the rest of the lads. Don't die."

"Us? Dying? The one who can take us down isn't born yet!" Arthur boasted, his arrogance unwavering.

Lorenzo laughed, sharing one last drink with the Shelby brothers before bidding them farewell.

---

The tides of war were turning as the Allied forces prepared for the decisive "Operation Avalanche." The Fifth US Armies were gearing up for their respective roles. Lieutenant Colonel Lorenzo along with his high-ranking officers, including his XO, Ben, were ordered to be seconded to the Fifth US Army.

Meanwhile, Max and Patrick, under the command of Platoon Leader Richard, remained with the Seventh US Army in Sicily. They, along with a handful of other soldiers, were temporarily attached to the Fifth US Army to assist in the upcoming operation. The Shelby brothers and Tommy's platoon, were unfortunate enough to be among those chosen to partake in the dangerous mission.

As the date of the operation approached, tension mounted. The air was thick with anticipation and fear, as each soldier contemplated their part in the upcoming battle. They knew that their actions would be etched into the annals of history, but at what cost?

September 7th arrived in a blink of an eye, and it wasn't long before Lorenzo and his men found themselves encamped with the Fifth US Army, waiting for the fateful September 9th, 1943. The tension was palpable as they prepared for the upcoming assault on the Italian shores.

Lorenzo's men were assigned to the Parachute Infantry Regiment, and they would be among the first boots on the ground. During the days leading up to the operation, Lorenzo met a young man named Vito Scaletta. The name immediately caught his attention, reminding him of Don Corleone back in New York. The resemblance in names was uncanny, but he pushed the thought aside, focusing on the mission at hand.

As the date crept closer, the men of the Parachute Infantry Regiment, underwent rigorous training exercises, perfecting their parachuting and amphibious landing skills. They knew that every second of practice could mean the difference between life and death.

As the hour of the jump neared, the men boarded their C-47 transport planes. The air was thick with anticipation and fear, but they all knew they had a job to do. As the green light illuminated inside the cramped fuselage, signaling the go-ahead for the paratroopers to drop.

Lorenzo, Ben, and the others, along with the rest of the Parachute Infantry Regiment, leaped from the C-47s into the dark, moonlit sky. The wind howled in their ears as they drifted through the air, their silk canopies billowing in the wind.

Below them, the coast of Salerno loomed closer, the sounds of gunfire and explosions already reaching their heightened senses.

Bullets whizzed past them like angry wasps as Lorenzo, Ben, led their men through the treacherous battlefields of Salerno. Bombs exploded all around them, tearing the very earth itself asunder. The cacophony of war was deafening, but they pressed on, fear and adrenaline their only companions.

Time seemed to stand still and yet pass in a blur as the Allied forces pushed forward, inch by bloody inch. The cost was high, men fell all around them, but the soldiers forged ahead, their determination unwavering.

As the days turned into a blur, the tide of the battle turned in favor of the Allies. The coordinated efforts of the paratroopers and the amphibious landing forces proved too much for the Axis defenders. "Operation Avalanche" was deemed a success, but at a heavy price. The casualties on both sides were staggering, with countless lives lost in the name of freedom.

The men from the Seventh US Army that was enlisted in the operations because of their great performance from the previous operation named "Husky", including Lorenzo and his selected men, also received praise for their efforts during the operation. Their exemplary performance in "Operation Husky" was not forgotten, and their valor in "Operation Avalanche" only solidified their place in history.

For their part in the operation, Lorenzo and his men, including the Shelby brothers that was in the British Army, were decorated for their bravery and heroism. Medals were bestowed upon them.