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are loose. But the girls in the South have been raised
right. Real wholesome girls. You just have to convince them of the modeling
contracts and jobs as nannies. It’s easy when they come from real small towns.”
    “And
because you are friendly and a pretty American woman. They trust your lies.”
    I
smiled so wide my cheeks hurt. “Yes sir, they do.”
    His
dark eyes darted back to Servario. “She is a—how do you say—piece
of work.”
    Servario
snorted, coughing a little. “I think you mean keeper.” Their accents made the
mistake slightly less painful.
    The
man shook his head. “No, I believe I know this word. Piece of work. Like rare
like art.”
    Servario
chuckled again. “Do we have a bargain then? You will give us the guns and money
and we will give you the girls.”
    “How
many virgins?” He looked at me again. “I will pay more for virgins.”
    I
wanted to kick his fucking teeth in, but I pretended to be coming up with a
price. Servario leaned in, whispering something. The man’s eyes lit up. He
nodded and wrapped an arm around Servario. “Do you wish to stay for the
evening?”
    Servario
glanced at me. “No, we have more business to attend to. I will meet you at the
drop spot to get acquainted with the area.”
    “How
will you bring them in the country?”
    Servario
glanced back at me, realizing he hadn’t told me that. I answered. “Au pairs.
Nannies. It works real well. We just need fake families to do the sponsoring
and hiring.”
    He
nodded. “Let me take care of that paperwork. I will have it sent to Gustavo.”
    He
called him by his first name. Even I rarely did that.

 

Chapter Four

 
    The
driver and I sat perfectly still, waiting outside of the building where
Servario would be met to exchange cash and guns with the worst people in the
world. They truly were the monsters your mother warned you about when you were
a child. The worst of men that laughed in the faces of victims as they took
everything they wanted. The sort of men who respected no one and feared
nothing.
    They
made my blood boil.
    I
sat there, tapping my perfectly sculpted nail against the rim of the window,
waiting for him to reappear.
    The
driver didn't make a sound. He sat perfectly still.
    I
sighed, drawing his face up so he could see me in the rearview mirror.
“Shouldn't be too much longer, ma’am.”
    I
nodded, pulling out another dose of my amazingly poor Southern accent. “Y’all
are awfully polite for such bad people.”
    He
lifted his eyebrows. “We are bad?”
    It
made me smile my response. “Reminds me of home. We always like to say the
nicest thing and mean the worst.”
    He
chuckled as if he knew what I was talking about. He leaned into the back, I
assumed to tell me some funny story about how his people in the Middle East
also did this. What I got was a hand up the skirt. I tried smiling and turning
him down politely. “Sir, please. Let’s not get into any trouble, huh?” I
swatted at his grabby octopus hands and arms but his size won over. He slid
into the backseat as if he didn't think Servario was coming back any time soon.
I had stashed one thing and one thing only on my body. The only weapon I had. I
remembered it from training; a woman’s best place to hide a weapon is her hair.
I lifted my hand, pulling the long, thin silver pin I had used to hold my half
twist in place. I let him slide his hand down the top of my dress the way
Servario had done and stabbed quickly, sliding away from the stream of blood as
he collapsed.
    I
contemplated leaving the thin, sword-like hairpin where it was, embedded into
the side of his head, but it was my only weapon at this point. I dragged it
out, feeling his body twitch over mine as he died slowly and his grip lessened.
    I
slumped him onto the floor of the backseat with a huge amount of effort,
ripping my dress a little but not caring the slightest. I felt his warm body up
for a piece, but there was nothing. He was unarmed. I jumped into the front
seat,