Page 3 of Ride Long
“Settle the hell down, Harley,” Chaser snapped. “You think she’s going to come here when she had a chance to slit my throat and ride off into the sunset? She’s her father’s daughter. Through and through. I’d watch your balls before she cuts themoff.”
Harley eyed me and then stepped away from Chaser. “Get this cock inside before he bleeds out.Betty…”
I tilted my head to the side. I’d passed the first test. He wasn’t going to intimidate me with his ugly face and switchblade, not after the ride I’d had to get here. Like Chaser said, I’d shot a guy in the head and kept it together. I’d shoot my own father if I had to. Well, the jury was still out on thatone.
“Don’t fucking call me Betty,” I said, my voice low and full ofwarning.
Chaser smirked and threw his arm around Deluca’s—or was it Rocket’s?—shoulder.
“Boss’ll want to see you,” Harley said. “Now.”
Slamming the car door closed, I glared at the man who was at least three times the size of me and rounded the hood. Ignoring the eyes trained my way, I followed Harley to the right while Chaser was hauled off to the left. The next part I would face alone, but I always knew it would be thisway.
It was time to go see Daddy. Imprisonment or freedom. Which was it going tobe?
