Nash’s gaze pinned me like a laser. “You’re going to stay here.”
I rose and pressed my hands to the table. “Not a chance in hell.”
“He could recognize you.”
“I’ve been in there before. I’ll wear a wig and a disguise. He won’t expect me to be there.”
“Georgie,” Nash growled.
“I’m coming. Besides, I’ll have several former assassins by my side. I’m safer with you than anywhere else.”
Bastian cleared his throat. “She has a point.”
“Fuck,” was Nash’s only response.
CHAPTER 27
NASH
Georgie was a ball of nervous tension beside me.
We were sitting in the back of one of Bastian’s black Range Rovers, heading to Red Neon.
Bastian was in the front seat with the driver. Cole and Alessio were in the very back seat behind us. Landon couldn’t get away because the clinic was swamped.
Learning as much as possible about our target was vital. I just hadn’t wanted Georgie to come. But she’d given me that stubborn look. At least she was wearing a wig, and didn’t look anything like her usual self. She’d told me that she’d been into the club in disguise a few times, and no one had recognized her.
Still, I didn’t like it, but I knew that if I left her behind, she would just turn up anyway.
Bastian’s driver pulled up across from the club.
“Thanks, Mitch.” Bastian exited, tugging on the hem of his jacket. He was wearing a dark navy suit that screamed “I’m rich.” Alessio was in a suit as well—his was black. Cole was wearing a black button-down shirt and dark jeans. I had on dark pants and a gray button-down shirt that I’d left open at the collar.
I held the door open for Georgie.
She was wearing a long coat in deference to the cool night, but once she exited the car, she slipped it off. I hissed in a breath.
The dress was gold. And there wasn’t much to it.
It was short, shiny like liquid gold, and crisscrossed around her neck in complicated straps. The wig she wore was black, but it was a different one than the first one I’d seen her in. This one was longer, with curls that brushed her shoulders. She’d gone bold with the makeup again. Glittering gold covered her eyelids, her lashes were thick and dark, and her lips were pink.
She looked gorgeous.
“Where did you get that?” I asked.
“The stores at the Avernus. I needed something new to wear.”
I grabbed her hand. “You could stay in the SUV and wait for us.”
“No.” She sank enough strength into the word that I knew it wasn’t worthwhile arguing.
Keeping her hand in mine, we strode across the street toward the entrance. Bastian ignored the long line and headed straight for the bouncers. His stride was loose-limbed and confident.
As they saw us coming, the pair of bouncers straightened. I knew they had a radar for money and power.
“We heard this place was good.” Bastian pulled out a wad of hundred-dollar bills. He discreetly handed some over.
“You’re absolutely right,” Thug One said. “Best club in Las Vegas. Come in, come in.”
