“He found her,” I muttered under my breath. I couldn’t believe it. That crazy asshole actually did the impossible.
“Found who?” the lawyer asked foolishly. If she didn’t know, she wasn’t supposed to.
“All you need to know is that whatever Jett did, it was for a real good reason. You need to get him out of jail.” I grabbed my truck keys off the workbench behind me. “I have to go.”
I darted away from her as she stood slack-jawed in her expensive heels in the middle of a grease-covered garage.
“I don’t know if that is going to be possible,” she called after me.
“You have to. A girl’s life depends on it.” I looked over my shoulder at her just standing there in the doorway, staring at me with confusion taking over her slender face as I opened the door of my beat-up Chevy.
“What does that mean?” she yelled, but I ignored her and skidded out of the gravel lot.
I drove like a bat out of hell to Maccon’s house only a few blocks away. I needed backup, and he was the only one I knew wouldn’t tell me to fuck off for what I was about to ask him to do with me.
Within a few minutes, I was banging on his front door like a lunatic.
“Reese?” Allie snapped as she opened the door, pulling her robe tighter around her middle. “It’s the ass crack of dawn. You all right?”
I rushed passed her, panting, “Is Maccon home?”
She nodded up the stairs. “He just got outta the shower. What’s goin’ on?”
There wasn’t time to explain, and Allie would eventually understand that. I took the steps two at a time, leaving Maccon’s sweet wife clueless in the foyer.
“Maccon?” I yelled into their master bathroom.
With a towel cinched around his waist, my best friend rushed out the door. “Reese? What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?”
I rubbed the back of my neck as I started pacing in front of their bed. “I don’t fucking know dude, but I know I am going to need your help.”
With each step I took, my nerves started to get the better of me. What in the actual fuck was I supposed to do? How in the hell were we going to be able to rescue some dame when her brother wasn’t even able to do it?
He pulled boxers on under the towel and proceeded to get dressed at a rapid-fire pace. “What’s going on? You get yourself into something?”
“No, it’s not for me.” I took a long breath in. “A buddy of mine from back in the day needs me to rescue his little sister.” The words came out sharply as the reality of the situation started to actually sink in. The gears were clicking, making my blood pump faster and faster.
“What in the fuck are you talking about?” Maccon cocked his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at me. “Save whose sister?”
“We need to go to Georgia—like right the fuck now. I promise I will explain everything on the way.” I stopped right in front of him. “Please, brother.”
Maccon grabbed his cut from its hook on the back of the door. “Wherever you need, VP. Let’s go.”
Allie was waiting at the bottom of the stairs for us with her arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot. “I know that look. See you guys in a few days?”
Maccon kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll call you as soon as I can, sweetheart.”
“Be safe—both of you.” The stronger-than-hell woman glared at the two of us as we walked out onto the front porch.
“We always are,” I reassured her before hopping back into my truck.
“Should we call Hawk?” Maccon eyed me from the passenger’s seat with his flip phone clutched in his hand.
I shook my head. “I don’t want to get the rest of the guys involved in this until we know what we’re actually dealing with.”
“You’re going to need to give me a little more information on this one, man. What kind of shit are we riding up on right now?”
I sighed. “I don’t really know.” I nodded toward the glovebox. “Read the letter and then I will explain everything I know.”