Page 84 of Reckless and Rooted
When we pull away, I look over at Logan and want to ask him what he thinks, but he just looks away. I knew he’d be the most pissed, mostly because he took the brunt of our father’s shit when he was around, being the oldest boy.
He also helped keep us boys in line and borderline raised us, so his dismissal stings, but I understood it.
My phone rings in my pocket, and I dig it out, sighing in palpable relief at the sight of Felicity’s name on the screen. “Felicity, are you okay?”
“Oh, she’s just fine.” The gruff voice over the line freezes my heart in place, and I have to force myself to breathe.
“What did you do?”
My entire family looks at me, and Mitch reaches over, taking the phone from me, and putting it on speaker.
“Nothing too bad,” he chuckles, the sound grating. “Yet.”
“You son of a bitch.” I snarl, my anger finally taking over my fear as I picture whatever Felicity must be going through. He will pay.
“Now, now, son. Don’t go getting all huffy. This is simple. Ransom.” He chuckles again as if he’s the most clever bastard there is. “This here girl is worth a pretty penny and has the funds to put up what I’m asking. All I want is my money. Cash. Then I’ll get out of your life. I already have my plan in place for after I get it.”
“I’m not giving you shit.” I spit out, trying to control my temper. I won’t give in, not for all she’s worked for.
Fuck. She doesn’t deserve this. Doesn’t deserve to be dragged through the mud with me.
“Oh?” he asks, and then a sound resonates through the phone, the sound of skin slapping skin and a brief moan hits myears. Mom’s hands raise to cover her mouth in shock, her eyes glittering with tears and anger.
“Don’t you fucking touch her,” I snarl into the phone. “If I find out you touch her again, you’ll be six feet deep before you can even see another penny.”
He chuckles. “Why don’t you work on getting the money? I’d say a good two mil would work, and give me a call back. Huh? Would that work for you? Otherwise, I’ll take it to the press, and I’m sure your pretty little lady here would love to be known for being kidnapped and held for ransom.”
Then, before I can ask to speak to her, to tell her I love her one more time, the line goes dead.
“Fuck!” I yell, unable to control it, and I clutch my phone, desperate to throw it against the wall. “What the fuck do I do?”
“Honey, calm down.” Mom tries and fails when her tears make it impossible to breathe, and she has to sit.
“We need a plan.” Mitch starts, pacing the floor. Logan looks on, his face giving off that he’s miserable with the circumstances, and Stetson just stares in shock.
“Is it us?” he asks, thinking through something. “Why are our women always in trouble?”
No one answers him, and Thea walks into the room, gauging what’s going on. “Everyone okay?”
Logan reaches out, pulling her to him and whispering what had just happened. At least, I assume that’s what he’s doing.
Her eyes meet mine sadly, and I look away. I can’t stand to think about what is going through her head. After hearing what happened to her, I don’t even want to think about what could be happening to the mother of my child.
I blink and then turn to Mitch. “Your brothers.”
Mitch pauses, a frown covering his face when he says, “What?”
“Your club. Could they help?”
He stops completely, looking around the room at his family. No one seems to be surprised. Our brothers know that he’s in a club, and our mother just looks at him hopefully, like maybe he’s got all the answers.
“I thought you hate the club, Jax,” Mitch states, confusion in his tone.
“I don’t have the emotional capacity to explain my feelings on this right now, Mitch. I need help here. I don’t know how to find her, but they have her phone. Could someone help trace it so I can go in there and kill those sons of bitches who took my life from me?” My tone is not only desperate, but frantic as I practically beg my brother for help.
Finally, after a moment of contemplation, he says, “All right. I’ll make a call.”
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