Page 15 of Burn the World Down

Was it Nash?

Maybe. I sure as hell didn’t recognize the young man I’d crushed on in this hard, rough-looking man.

Even if I did find him, would he care? He’d left, he’d promised to come back, but he never had.

I was probably just a distant memory to him.

He was gone, like everyone else in my life.

He’ll always help you out, Georgie. What he’s turning into…he’s enough to scare the biggest bad away.

He’ll always help you out.

My brother’s voice echoed in my head.

If Nash was as well-trained and as dangerous as Elliot had suggested…

Resolve tinged with electric excitement filled me.

I’d take one chance to see if I could find him, but I wasn’t going to waste time on it. If I didn’t find him, then screw it.

I stared at the photo on my phone again. Was the man spotted in the Avernus casino really Nash?

A part of me screamed that I didn’t need him. That I was better off doing this myself.

The only person I could depend on was me.

Slipping off the stool, I headed for the door. I wasn’t going to let Snyder use and kill another woman.

I was going to kill him.

But as I neared the door, I saw a group of Snyder’s goons. Bruno and five others. They milled around, all relaxed and confident, sure they could get away with anything.

How the hell would I do this alone?

I had money. I could pay for help. My nose wrinkled. There was no one I trusted.

I headed for the exit, and my hand slipped into my pocket and clenched on my phone.

Having someone to help me might also increase my chances of actually killing Dean Snyder.

For that, I’d risk anything.

What the hell was I doing here?

Still in my outfit and black wig, I wandered through the casino floor at the Avernus.

The place was gorgeous.

It wasn’t as tacky and in-your-face as some of the other casinos. It was like walking into classy sin.

The casino was done in black with bronze accents. The carpet was a plush black, with bronze geometric designs. Around me,poker machines sang and dinged. I wandered through, eyeing the cocktail waitresses and waiters. They looked just as classy as the rest of the place. They all wore black pants and shirts, topped with a bronze vest covered in an ornate pattern.

I passed a roulette wheel, clacking as it spun, my gaze skimming over the people laughing and playing.

They didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

I’d already told myself I wasn’t going to find Nash.