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through the rear view mirror. “How many women didn't get the same chance to breathe free air before you took away their life?”
    Lars set his dull green eyes on me. “You want to make me the villain? Fine. But I only exist and thrive in this world because there are people just as evil. Who crave control. Who crave a woman that can't say no.”
    I turned my attention forward, disgusted that I'd even wasted breath on the man. There was no point appealing to his humanity. He had none left.
    We pulled up to a wrought iron gate, a security guard stepping from his station to clear us. He gasped when he eyed the backseat. I braced myself for Cole shooting the guy in the head...or ordering me to rush the gate.
    But the man practically dropped to the ground, prostrating himself in accented English before he darted back to the station and pressed the button that opened the gate.
    I drove forward, ignoring Lars' last ditch effort to keep up the ruse that he was in charge. “You two can still walk away from this. I'll even throw in the girl-”
    “How about we take my sister and if you're lucky, I'll kill you quickly,” Cole ended the bargaining.
    Suddenly, Lars was at a loss for words.
    I was picking up the slack as we pulled down the cobblestone driveway, all manners of luxury cars wrapping around the circular driveway from Hummers to Lamborghinis. I fought the urge to plow into the men that climbed from the car, hiding their true nature behind suits and ties.
    “Just follow the driveway past the valets to the VIP entrance.” Cole must have pressed the barrel of his gun deeper because Lars spat out a curse. “Is the gun still necessary? I brought you to the house.”
    “I'm not done with you,” Cole answered coldly.
    Past the tailored green and floral landscapes was another security guard that held up his mitt, signaling for me to stop.
    I complied, glancing at Cole in the mirror. Cole drew the gun from Lars' temple, back to the discreet but deadly position at the criminal's side.
    I rolled down the window and the man leaned in, his dark sunglasses no cover for the fact that he was trying to figure out who I was and why I was there.
    I kept my cool. “I have Mr. Eichmann. He needs to see one of the girls.” I forced a knowing chuckle from my lips. “A one on one meeting.”
    The humor wasn't returned, but the man stepped aside, letting me squeeze through the entrance, just barely clearing the side mirrors. I didn’t miss the thud as we went over the spikes that could prevent a quick escape. The perfect, respectable front, security staff and gates to prevent sabotage and escape—it hit me that this wasn't just a handful of people selling women on a street corner. This was a network of people.
    And the odds of us getting in and out without incident were decreasing by the second.
    I parked beside an Aston Martin and slid out of the car, intercepting a petite woman that dashed over to meet us. She turned her blinding smile on me, tossing a curtain of white blonde hair over her shoulder.
    “Hi, I'm Elsa. Welcome to the Estate. Do you have your key?”
    I bought Cole a few more seconds to put the fear of God into Lars. “This is a lovely property. Much nicer than the estate I visited in Venice.” I had no idea why that city popped out of my mouth. I could have very well revealed that I was an impostor, but she just leaned in and gave me a conspiratorial wink.
    “The women are just lovely down there but we have all different sizes, flavors, and kinks, tailored to fit any man's discerning tastes.”
    I fought to keep my snarl at bay. To ask her how she could be a part of this organization. When she reached out to touch my arm I instinctively recoiled, but the sound of the car door opening distracted from slip. “I wasn't aware you were bringing-” Her pale eyes widened. “Mr. Eichmann! If I knew you were coming by-”
    Cole was Lars’ shadow as they moved toward us, but the woman was so busy kissing Lars' ass that she