His Other Half (Patches Tarkio MC, #3) - Debra Kayn Page 0,58

the casino and take a quick look around.

Something would stand out eventually, and he'd discover his way in to take out Shaw.

The music over the intercom, the beeps from the slot machines, and the hum of loud conversations met him the second he stepped inside. He walked to the middle of the entrance area, blending with the crowd. As they moved, he walked with them

Lingering by the slot machines, he looked for the bouncers. There were three of them in the room. Easy to find, they stood out from the guests, wearing white shirts with black slacks and sporting a tie. Everyone else wore casual clothes, except for the men in suits and women in sexy dresses heading toward the entertainment room in the back.

Wandering toward the back, he glanced to the left where the private hallway was located. Like other nights, a security guard hovered nearby. He'd need to wait until the man got distracted before attempting to breach the area.

He wanted to see if the rooms were being used. If women were being held under duress. From all his stake-outs, he still hadn't figured out if Shaw was set to a schedule because he couldn't be here every night to view his habits.

The guard looked his way. Paco shifted, adjusting the bill of his hat to keep from making eye contact.

The hair on his arms prickled his skin. He took out his wallet, giving the impression he was a guest, here to gamble. Unable to shake the feeling he'd brought attention to himself, he used his hat to shield another look at the guard.

Not finding him at the hallway entrance, he searched and found him with an elderly couple, talking with the hostess. He had the perfect opportunity to slip into the hallway and check out the private area, and he put his wallet in his back pocket, being careful not to shift the security of the pistol tucked under his belt.

Priest, Curley, and Rick knew of his plans to come stake out the casino. But, he hadn't planned on coming inside despite dressing the part.

His need to finish Shaw off and give Josie the security she needed had brought him inside. He couldn't risk getting caught.

He strolled through the crowd and walked out the doors. Outside the entrance, he grabbed his pack of smokes out of the chest pocket of his flannel and lit a cigarette. Pissed that he couldn't do much alone, he had no other option than to come back again a different night. Somehow, Shaw would fuck up.

Pressure on his back lowered his hand to his side, and he let go of the cigarette to reach behind him for his weapon when a man's voice said, "Don't reach for your gun. We've got your girl."

His chest pounded, and he held still. "Bullshit."

"I don't think you want to take a chance that I'm right." The man pressed what Paco suspected was the nozzle of a pistol into his kidney. "We're going to walk back inside and go down the hallway you're determined to use. Robert Shaw would like to talk with you."

He gritted his teeth. Shaw wasted his time. If he wanted to have a meeting, he shouldn't have sent his henchmen to do the job.

Shaw wasn't dealing with any motherfucker. Paco had no value on his life. He lived each day, expecting to die. Hell, he'd expected to leave this miserable life years ago.

It should be him rotting in the ground in an unmarked grave at the bottom of a mountain valley instead of his sister. He had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

With Shaw out of the picture, Josie would be safe. That's all he lived for.

If him dying saved Josie, he'd help the asshole pull the trigger.

Paco ignored the pistol jammed against his back and turned toward the man. Recognizing him as one of the guards he passed entering the Casino, he stared into the face of someone who answered to Shaw.

"You can tell Shaw if he wants to talk to me, I'm right here," said Paco.

"You'll go with—"

"I ain't going anywhere with you." Paco backed up a step. "He knows where to find me."

Turning, he walked away from the casino. The asshole wasn't going to shoot him in the front of the building with other people around. The crime would be too hard to hide.

Without looking back, he forced himself to walk to the truck. Only when he'd reached the vehicle had he got a glimpse of the front of