I hesitated for a second, then tapped again. I’d made a few modifications to the system. It meant that we could tap into all the public CCTV in Las Vegas.
It wasn’t legal, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Barely a second later, I got a hit.
I leaned forward. It was video feed from a street. I frowned. It was outside Snyder’s club, Red Neon.
My insides froze. Georgie. With a gun in her hand.
She was striding across the street to a group of men. I recognized Snyder.
She fired, and men scattered.
What she didn’t see was the asshole sneaking up on her.
When the man grabbed her, my body locked.
When another big guy rose from a crouch and slapped her face, I was on my feet and running.
CHAPTER 12
GEORGIE
I’d stopped struggling.
I didn’t just feel pain, I was pain. A throbbing ball of it.
We were still outside Red Neon. Some people had tried to leave the club, but as soon as they’d opened the door and seen what was happening, they’d quickly gone back inside.
No one was coming to help me.
I tasted blood. One of my eyes was swollen shut.
Bruno was still hitting me, the other guard holding me immobile.
Snyder stood by watching, smiling.
I hated him so much.
Why?Why did such bad people get away with such terrible things?
Life wasn’t fair.
Bruno landed another blow to my stomach. I moaned, nausea washing over me. I wouldn’t last much longer.
They’d kill me. They’d dump me in an alley like trash, just like they had done with Viv.
No one would miss me. No one would mourn me.
I had nothing and no one who cared.
That hurt worse than the blows.
Suddenly, I heard a sharp crack.
I blinked, confused. Maybe they’d broken a bone?
Then I was falling.
