Page 2 of Ridin’ Dirty

That night, he did not feel like driving his cage in order to go after her.

But she was the president’s daughter.

Pistol knew better than to ignore her call.

More than that, he had a bit of a soft spot for her.

She was wild; but she was sweet, too.

He slid his thumb across the screen of his phone, lifting the device to his ear as he shifted in his seat, away from the table.

“Yo,” he greeted.

Reaper stirred at his feet, lifting her head at the sound of his voice.

“Pistol, I need your help. I messed up. I messed up so bad.”

He knit his eyebrows together, lifting his opposite hand to plug his other ear. It was obvious something was wrong. She sounded scared—but he couldn’t tell if she’d been drinking or not.

“Where are you?”

“Um—I—um…Pistol, promise you won’t tell,” she insisted on a whisper.

“Max—”

“I mean it. My dad will kill me if he ever finds out.”

Pistol fought the urge to shake his head in exasperation. Nighthawk was a tough bastard, but he loved his daughter more than life itself. She knew that better than anyone.

“Maxine—”

“Promise me!”

“Where the fuck are you?” he asked, losing a bit of his patience.

He could feel Nomad’s curious gaze, but he ignored it as he strained to hear Maxine, who was still whispering on the other end of the line.

She hesitated before she confessed, “Outside Stallion territory.”

His chin dropped to his chest as realization began to dawn.

“Gonna need more than that, babe.”

“Promise me you won’t tell my dad. I’m already in so much shit as it is.”

“Fine. I promise. What the hell is going on?”

“I, um, I don’t know exactly where I am. He told me he was going to bring me someplace special. I thought—I don’t know. I thought I could trust him. I thought—fuck what I thought. I was wrong. I don’t know what’s going on, but he took my purse. He doesn’t know I have my phone. I locked myself in the bathroom, but if I stay in here much longer⁠—”

“Send me your location. Now. And don’t you leave that room. Hear me?”

“Pistol—”

“Hear me?”

“Okay. But—hurry.”

“I’m hanging up now,” he declared as he stood.