Chapter 17
“How many left last night?”
Kiko’s mouth tightened. “Twelve.”
“Dammit.” Mars sighed. “Why aren’t they staying? It’s safe here, safer than it is out there.”
His second in command shrugged. “I guess they want to start their lives.”
“How many are still here?”
“Eight.”
Over the last two weeks, forty-two of the Ukrainian women had taken advantage of The Nomads’ hospitality then sneaked off in the middle of the night as though terrified the MC would refuse to let them go.
With their experience, it was no wonder they were nervous. After all, the gangs they’d dealt with in the past had promised them the Land of Opportunity, and instead, they’d been stuck in a pit in a warehouse with an even nastier end destination ahead of them.
“Of those eight, do they want us to help them in
