Mack and Lauren had spent years in the human trafficking game, building a perfect track record.
With her innocent appearance and decent acting chops, Lauren could sell any lie to the most suspicious buyer.
Mack wasn't much for pretending, so he handled the background work—mixing knockout drugs and managing their clients.
"Chill out. Anyone comes sniffing around, we flash those bogus test results. Nobody's gonna catch on," Mack muttered, pulling up a card game on his phone.
Lauren's face twisted with irritation. "That little pest has been nothing but trouble from the start. Screaming her head off when we grabbed her, then torching the entire town after we sold her off.
"Thank God that family died in the flames, or they'd still be hunting us down."
Malice gleamed in her eyes. "Who knew that brat would pay us twice? Best job we ever took."
Mack's expression darkened. "Best job? Are you insane? How many towns have we had to flee because of her?"
