"Beautiful, aren't they?" Dmitri said, gesturing at the girls like they were paintings in a gallery. "Fresh stock, just arrived yesterday."

Stock?

One of the men reached out as a girl passed, his hand connecting with her backside in a sharp slap that made her stumble forward. But she kept walking and smiling like nothing had happened.

I wanted to throw up, but caught Pete's slight shift behind us. When I glanced back, my stomach dropped.

His hand had moved to his waist, where I knew his gun ...