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I can’t let him leave with her…
Just before I round the corner, I nearly collide with a woman standing a few feet away from the ladies’ lounge. Her hair is dark and thick, her heavily made-up eyes staring at me in an off-putting way that tells me she’s not just admiring my outfit. Her full glossed lips lift the slightest bit, and she walks toward me. My spine stiffens, her perfume clouding my air to the point of choking me. There’s something so eerie about her aura. I can’t put my finger on it. I peek over my shoulder at her as she slowly heads back to the casino, the red soles of her high-heeled shoes my last glimpse of her.
I give my head a quick shake at the encounter before rushing toward the hallway again.
Headlights flash outside the glass door. Two guys stand outside a dark truck. The back door swings open. The blond guy pushes through the exit and takes a wad of cash from one of the guys standing next to it.
My mouth dries up like I’ve just shoveled a heaping load of sand into it. I’m not thinking about anything… not security cameras or disguises… just saving that poor girl the way I couldn’t save Charly.
Memories pop between my temples like bullets. All I can see is Charly being wrestled into that SUV down in Miami years ago. Her arms and legs flailing, her face etched with fear. I jog toward the door, my hand fumbling in my handbag for my gun.
“You’re not going anywhere, fuckwad,” I growl just before pulling out the weapon.
Then a sharp pain in my shoulder stops me dead. A choked cry escapes from my lips as I’m pulled backward against a hard wall of muscle. I wince, hairpins scraping against my scalp as a hand yanks off my blond wig and spins me around.
“You think this fucking wig is fooling anyone, bitch?”
My heart plummets into my shoes.
Oh my God. He knows exactly who I am. He fucking knows!
Chapter16
Quinn
Is she fucking kidding me right now?
I palm the gun in the waistband of my pants and creep toward the darkened hallway that looks like it leads to a service exit. Shiny black balls line the corridor on the ceiling, watching everything going out and coming in.
And she thought this would be the way to fly under the radar?
Jesus Christ.
Lying to me like that, making up some bullshit excuse about having to go to the bathroom when I knew exactly where she was headed the whole time. Like she completely forgot about all of her prissy control freak lectures to me.
Quinn, you’re so reckless.
Quinn, you’re going to blow our covers.
Quinn, you’re going to compromise our mission.
Blah, blah, fucking blah.
I dart past the bar and the pile-on that has most of security occupied. It’s a typical distraction play. I’ve seen it used plenty of times before. Occupy security with some danger and they miss what’s right under their damn noses.
Those pricks got paid to attack each other while the real bad guys make off with the innocent girl.
If I had more time, I’d jump in there and really fuck their shit up.
My shoes squeak on the shiny floor. I round the corner toward the side exit and stop short to see Val drive her fist into a guy’s throat. I mean, it was so hard, I fully expected it to come out the back of his neck.
She kicks him in the side of the head when he falls to his knees, clutching his throat.
I’m pretty sure that shot blew a hole through his voice box.
Gotta say, that was hot as fuck to watch.
For a girl so prissy, I didn’t expect her to move like Black Widow.
