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faults that their target had almost slipped away, in pursuit of a fat ass and a pretty face. Some men were just like that, easily distracted by the possibility of willingly spread legs. A curse, because it took him off the path they’d built their plan around. A gift, because it was easy to lure him back.
    Inez was the bait, and the sexy fluidity with which she danced now had been the hook. A bright white halter, low-slung jeans against her glowing caramel skin, too many long, inviting glances to be a coincidence, and the target had been trailing behind her like an unraveling ball of yarn, begging for an invitation to her bed.
    Distraction accomplished.
    While Inez kept that one busy, Savi worked. Wearing the same microscopic black skirt and tank top combo as the other waitresses, she sauntered right up to Sergio Miranda in VIP, with a tray of drinks and a smile. Though it was dark in the club, the man wore glasses that blocked any possible view of his eyes. But Savi didn’t need to see them to know they were on her. Watching.
    “ Cortesia de casa ,” she said in fluent, accented Portuguese. His head bodyguard was absorbed with Inez, and the others were too drunk to be useful, so she was able to lean in close and speak into his ear, allowing him to breathe in the heady scent of her perfume. “ Gozar. ”
    “ Gostaria de gozar porra você, ” he replied, grabbing her arm and tugging her close. Savi pretended to blush over his crudeness, but she wasn’t at all surprised. I would enjoy fucking you was probably tame for the likes of Sergio Miranda, porn peddler and underage sex trafficker. Only because this was a job did she endure his rough groping of her ass. Only because of what would be happening in less than five minutes did she smile.
    “Don’t get me in trouble with my boss,” she said, still in his native tongue. “Finish your drink like a good boy, and after my shift… we can play.” Savi winked at him, and called upon every bit of self-control she possessed to keep from gagging as she walked away.
    She dumped the tray of drinks and then slipped up to the closed balcony. From there, shrouded in darkness, she watched as Sergio did indeed finish the drink.
    What a waste of good looks , she thought, taking in his olive skin and handsomely sculpted features. It was a sickening theme she’d been tracking over the years, that many of the nightmarish people she “handled” gave the outward impression of a dream come true.
    But then, she smiled.
    Right before her eyes, Sergio began to cough. She counted the seconds between when he assumed himself to just be choking on the top-shelf liquor as it burned down his throat, to when he realized something was wrong, based on the blood-stained fingertips he pulled from his mouth.
    “Rest in piss, ” she mumbled, right before she lifted her Ruger, aimed, and pulled the trigger, ending Sergio’s life before he could alert anyone. She’d aimed well, and the silenced bullet had gone through his thick, wavy hair. Until the blood soaked through the arm of the couch and began spilling on the floor, it would look like Sergio had simply had a few too many, and was taking a nap.
    She snuck back down to the dance floor, keeping out of sight until she was able to meld in with the crowd. She signaled to Inez, who excused herself from her target and joined Savi in their exit.
    They were a block away when they heard the sirens.
    ~
    Now, they were in a different club.
    Smaller, with live music, and a completely different vibe. They’d showered, dressed, and had dinner now that the mission – one better completed on an empty stomach – was done. Afterwards, Inez had insisted on the club. The goal was to unwind and relax, to celebrate a successfully completed job.
    Inez had done that, had danced and drank and danced some more, then left with some gorgeous Brazilian who’d matched her step for step on the dance floor. She wasn’t concerned about Inez leaving alone – she could