Page 78 of Wild and Unruly
“Did you hear about Felicity?” My eyes bounce from my cousin’s comment to my brother Jax, who’s frozen in his seat.
He looks to Dani and says, “No. What?”
Dani shrugs, and half the table is listening to what she’s saying now. “I heard she was home again.”
Jax looks like he’s not breathing, and I briefly wonder what’s going through his mind, hearing that his high school sweetheart was once again in his vicinity.
But then my thoughts return to Bonnie, as they normally do, and depression sets in again. I sent flowers to her at work and then was told they had to be left on her desk. I realized belatedly that she was probably somewhere in Kentucky working and wouldn’t even see the flowers.
It crushed a part of me.
I can’t do this anymore.
I drop my fork, moving to stand as something Cal Trevors says stops me. “Did you hear about Eugene Waters? It’s tragic.” This comment was directed at my mom who has a hand over her mouth, shaking her head sadly.
“Terrible, and the timing…” Mom looks to me, and I frown at her, wondering what the hell they were talking about.
Cal must notice my look because he says, “Eugene Waters killed himself.” He keeps his voice down, mindful that his grandkids were at the other end of the table.
“Eugene Waters…how do I know that name?” I ask, racking my brain for the information I knew was in there.
“He was the assistant to Richard Smith for years before his son took over, then he worked for Tommy.”
My heart pounds painfully in my chest, and I look frantically from my mom to Cal. “When?”
“Just this morning, we found out,” Cal says, shaking his head. “It’s tragic, and the thing with him just being outed as a resource for that article?—”
“Wait, he was in Bonnie’s article.” It’s more of a statement than a question but my gaze moves around the table. I’m barely able to hear my brothers call my name. A whooshing sound is clogging my ears.
“I have to go.” I push away from the table, knocking my chair over and heading toward the front door.
I had to find her; I had to get to her. If Tommy was behind this Eugene guy, then…
“Stetson.” I hear a firm voice from behind me and turn, seeing my brothers and CT standing there, Graham behind them all. “Let us help you.”
I shake my head, digging through my pocket to grasp my phone. “I have to go. I haven’t heard from her, I—” Shit. Fuck. What if?—
My stomach rolls.
“I’m coming with you,” Mitch announces, heading for my truck before I’m able to say anything.
I nod, and we head for the truck. “I don’t know where she lives.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll find her.” The determined and confident set of my brother’s jaw has me nodding and heading toward my truck. Logan mentions staying behind and getting Dani to call her, and I nod at him before climbing behind the wheel. Mitch reaches into his little beat-to-shit Honda and produces a laptop case. Throwing it over his shoulder and heading to my passenger side, he climbs in.
“I’m just going to start driving to Denver,” I tell him, my mind frantic with concern and worry over the woman I love.
Mitch nods and opens his computer, working between that and his phone. I don’t know what my brother is doing, I have no idea what kind of knowledge he has when it comes to finding and tracking people down, but I was putting my trust in him.
Who else was I going to trust?
I think about Bonnie, about her being alone in her apartment and not knowing what was happening. Who else was named in that article, and should they be concerned?
My hand curls tightly on the steering wheel as I think of all the possible worst-case scenarios.
“Yup,” Mitch answers his phone when I’m not paying attention as I pull onto one of the major interstates. “Okay, Bonnie Helix, Denver. Can you find?—”
I glance at him, furrowing my brow. Who the hell was he talking to?
