"Correct. We start bidding at one hundred thousand each. Work our way up. Create competition. Drive the prices higher."
"What about the shipment from Romania? The weapons?"
Alpha smiled. "Already arranged. Harrison clears it through customs. We pay him his usual fee. The weapons arrive next week."
"And the girls make sure he stays cooperative."
"Exactly."
They clinked glasses.
In the van, Azalea felt sick.
Aylin face was white. "They are giving children to politicians. As gifts."
"We knew they were monsters," Liam said quietly. "But hearing it—"
"Makes it real," Azalea finished.
She looked at Aylin. Their eyes met.
Aylin nodded.
Azalea started typing. Fast. Urgent.
Message to Zayden.
