Nash did not like Logan. Or his BS apology. “Why did you have us hauled up here?”
Logan shifted to get a better view of Delaney. “To congratulate the lovely lady, of course. She’s a big winner.”
“Was the win fixed?” Nash demanded bluntly. “Did you arrange for her to win just so you’d have a reason to pull us into your office?”
“Oh, how insulting.” Logan put one hand to his chest. “Are you suggesting that my establishment is not one hundred percent above board?” A faint smile teased at Logan’s lips. “Hurtful.”
“I will show you hurtful in about five seconds if you don’t get to the point.” Not a threat. A promise from Nash. He did not like this situation. His internal alarms were shrieking.
“I’m keeping the money I won.” Delaney edged to Nash’s side. “There are a lot of people who can be helped by that kind of cash.”
“Oh.” The smile vanished from Logan’s face. His lips pulled down. “You’re one of those. Disappointing.”
“Those—what?” Delaney wanted to know.
“The do-gooder type. You make my head hurt.”
“The five seconds are up,” Nash snarled.
“Right. And you are not the do-gooder type. Much easier to handle.” Logan rolled back his shoulders. “The enemy of my enemy is my very best friend in the world.”
“What in the world are you talking about?” Nash had zero patience left. He was also still holding a gun, so the dick in front of him should not be playing games.
“An old proverb,” Delaney murmured. Her shoulder brushed against Nash because she’d stepped closer. “Pretty sure he’s suggesting a team up.”
Logan laughed. The man seemed to do that far more than was necessary. “Indeed, I am. You see…” His face hardened. “I fucking hate Kurt Wellington. The man has been cutting into my business for far too long, and there is nothing in this world that would make me happier…than if Wellington was no longer a problem. Not for me. Not for the bride?—”
“Delaney. My name is Delaney.”
“Yes, but you were supposed to be Kurt’s bride. I recognize your face from the surveillance photos I have.”
“Surveillance photos?” Nash latched onto those dangerous and telling words. “Just what game are you playing?”
“The one where I win, of course.” Pure cockiness from Logan. “The house always wins.”
“Ahem.” From Delaney. “Excuse me, but I’m pretty sure I won downstairs. Unless your casino is completely crooked.”
Logan gasped. “You don’t just say shit like that about a person’s casino. Not in this town.” Logan shook his head and pointed at her. “Though your ex sure runs the most twisted games there are. I know for a fact that he’s been cheating his ass off for years.”
“Probably because Kurt is laundering a ton of dirty money.” Nash had no intention of lowering the weapon any time soon. Nothing Logan had said so far reassured him.
“I want him shut down.” Logan’s hand dropped and shoved into the front pocket of his jeans. “I want him out of Vegas. I want him out of my way.” His right hand rose, and he gripped a key between his thumb and index finger. “This is to a storage unit on the outskirts of town. You’ll find plenty of my…surveillance work inside.”
“And you think your surveillance is better than mine?” Better than the CIA’s?
“I think I may have access to info that you don’t.” A smirk. “And I think you’ll go look to see what’s waiting for you. Curiosity is a dangerous beast, isn’t she?” He gave the address of the storage unit without batting an eyelash.
Still gripping the gun with one hand, Nash’s other hand swiped the key. “Thanks. I’ll be sure to pass this along to the right individuals.”
“Right ones. Wrong ones. Whatever works.” Logan’s attention had shifted back to Delaney. “Do you have a thing for bad guys?”
“No.” An immediate reply from Delaney.
“Sure about that? You were marrying the worst of the worst. Thought you might go for that killer edge. Then I heard you left Kurt holding his own balls at the altar.” His eyes gleamed. “That shit made me laugh for hours, just so you know.”
“He wasn’t holding his balls.” Prim. She sniffed.
“He was flat on his ass,” Nash supplied. “Went down without a fight.”
