Page 88 of Reckless and Rooted
What was even more fascinating is the underground bunker he has.
We each followed him down, his cryptic silence making our footsteps echo around us far too loudly for the small space. When we finally reached the bottom and a light turned on, Mitch stepped up to a wall while the rest of us brothers stood in silence, taking in the walls and the table in the center of the room.
“What in the Mission Impossible is this?” Stetson asked, gawking at the rows of weapons lining the walls. There were guns of all types, knives, and ammo galore. There was rope andgo bags against one wall, and Mitch tossed me and Stetson a go bag, telling us what to pack.
“Mitch.” Logan started slowly, looking around the room. “What the hell, man?”
Mitch looked to Logan, checking a handgun before handing it to our oldest brother. “Protection.”
“From what?” Logan asked, taking the gun, albeit reluctantly.
“Do I really need a reason?” Mitch asked, but he had one. Something he still wasn’t sharing with us, and if I wasn’t in a hurry trying to save the mother of my child and woman I loved, I may have been willing to dig into it.
Instead, I urged my brothers to hurry, and we finally got on the road.
Hours later, when we are near the area where Cheat said the phone is, Logan’s phone, then Stetson’s, rings, interrupting the quiet we had fallen into.
“Hey, Bo,” Stetson answers at the same time Logan answers what I can only assume is Thea.
“Whoa, slow down, honey,” Logan says, making my attention jerk to them and my heart rate tick up. “They took her?”
“Are you okay?”
“What the hell is going on?” I demand, looking between my two brothers. They are in the back seat, each on their own devices, while I had no information.
“Is Luella okay?” Logan asks, his concern, of course, on his kid. “Is Lawson good?”
“What?” I ask, my voice panicked. “Logan,” I demand, getting his eyes on me. “Is my son okay?”
Logan’s face, while creased with worry, softens slightly when he answers my rough question. “Lawson is okay, Jax.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief, then remember what I heard when Mitch asks, “Who did they take?”
I whip my head back to my brothers, and they look at each other before Logan answers. “Mom. They came and took Mom.”
“What?” The question bursts out of me. Frantically, my eyes bounce from each brother. “What the hell happened?”
Stetson puts the phone on speakerphone and asks Bonnie to repeat herself. “Some guys. They showed up to the house, and Didi made us all hide in the basement, but when I turned around, she wasn’t with us, and I ran up the stairs and banged on the door, but she didn’t let me out.” Her voice cracks, the emotion she must be feeling overwhelming to her. “They took her with them. By the time I broke the door, she was gone.”
“Did you see who took her?” I demand, wondering if it is my piece of shit father. He knows where she lives. I hit the console of the car. “Fuck. Why didn’t one of us stay there?”
“It’s not your fault, Jax. This is an unusual situation,” Stetson states, using a tone I rarely hear from him.
“She’s likely been taken to the same place as Felicity,” Mitch says. “Might not even beat us there.”
“Wait.” I pause, thinking that through. “We don’t know where that is, not exactly.”
Mitch glances at me, taking his eyes off the road for a moment. “And?”
“If we can find somewhere to hide, somewhere to wait for them, they’ll lead us right to the house.” I glance at the motorcycles behind us. “Though, they’re not quite as discreet.”
“Trust me,” Mitch says, grabbing his phone. “They can hide.”
An hour later, as we hide in the forest surrounding the highway, waiting for a vehicle to come up the mountain, binoculars trained on the road. An old sedan drives by, and right there in the back seat is my mother.
With my heart in my throat, we pull out and head back onto the highway, following them to the family they stole.
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