CHAPTER FOUR
Mr. Black was his current alias – just one of many. His real name was of no consequence. The man himself was indeed the leading s*x trafficker in Europe, as the authorities suspected. And each time police had tried to ensnare him, he’d dodged them, flipping them the bird and laughing the entire way. But in Amsterdam they’d gotten too f*****g close, missing him by mere minutes, thanks to that lackey with a loose tongue. Not that the informant was a threat anymore. His loose tongue had been separated from the rest of him as those loyal to Mr. Black had closed ranks and removed the traitor from the equation.
Mr. Black smiled an evil smile when he’d been told the leak had been well plugged.
Now he was tucked away in Berlin, had been for about two weeks. He’d opted against his b
