Boomer and Georgie sat down at the table and lit the battery operated lanterns that were on the dirt walls of the cavern they had entered. Georgie was taking slow, deep breaths, the air down there was stale, like no one had been there in a while, which probably they hadn’t considering some of the cobwebs hanging around.
Fucking spiders! she thought and looked to the ground and made sure there weren’t any crawling on her pants, she was safe for now but if one of those fuckers crawled into her hair, she was totally getting a buzz cut.
Boomer laughed and shook his head. “Yeah, please don’t cut your hair.”
She looked at him surprised and then groaned loudly, the sound vibrated off the wall and she grimaced. “Seriously, I need to get a handle on that.”
“Like I said, baby, it is cute, but yeah, sometimes you need to make sure you’re not speaking out loud.” Boomer chuckled and he opened the bag of to-go food from the café and then pulled a few bottles of water from the wall behind him, which were surprising cool.
“So, how long have you guys had this tunnel?” she asked and opened her container and smelled, damn she was hungry. She began eating and looked up at him expectantly. Boomer smiled and shook his head.
“Just like we were in a restaurant just chatting instead of in a hole in Mexico. Does anything phase you?” he said.
Georgie shrugged. “Of course it does, I mean, seriously I have been freaking out, but really once you get past the whole, kidnapped and almost blown up, how much worse can this get, well other than us dying, which I am pretty sure my number isn’t up yet, I have too much to do. I am a half glass full type of girl, make the best of a situation, why cry over something you can’t change, if I did that, I would be in tears ninety percent of my life.”
Boomer laughed loudly, once again the vibrations bounced around, she looked and wondered if she had spoken to soon. His voice just boomed out like his name. “I’m glad you’re not the weepy sort, that would have sucked in a big way, especially since we need to walk for the next three days together. I would prefer doing it with someone who isn’t gonna be a pain in my ass.”
Georgie shook her head and said seriously, “I am a pain in the ass, sorry to burst your bubble, but just saying, three days of walking and no chocolate, we could have a major problem.”
Boomer winked at her. “I will make it up to you.”
“Really? And how are you gonna do that?” Georgie asked and then thought, yes thought because she made sure she wasn’t saying shit out loud on this one, he was sexy, hot, and more than a little dangerous, everything she avoided when it came to men.
“Well,” Boomer said. “This tunnel ends right inside El Paso. When we get there we will need to make our way back to San Diego, if you play your cards right maybe we can stop in Vegas on the way home.”
Georgie rolled her eyes. “Yeah, hate to tell you this, but seriously this is a crisis.”
“Some of the MREs have candy bars in them, we will open them all until we find one, I promise,” Boomer said, just as seriously.
Georgie smiled and nodded. “Good answer! Now tell me what you guys have this shack for really?”
“Well, I assume you know it was once for people to cross illegally into the US. When we bought this land we originally planned on moving the club here, but it was too far away from the ocean, none of us wanted to leave California, so the club uses it to moved back and forth across the border and let’s just say, bring goods to our friends for a price. But, that is all I am saying about those so, okay, tell me about yourself,” Boomer said. “We have three days to talk.”
“Whatever! Well, mine will literally take five minutes,” Georgie said. “I am from the Bronx, I moved to California to build custom bikes with my sister, Sofia. I have a huge obnoxious family and friends at home. My sister has just become an old lady to Maxi and Ice from the Ops, and that pretty much sums it up. Although, I must say, at this point, being kidnapped is probably the most exciting thing that has happened to me since my brother, Tony, and his best friend, Fin, barged into my senior prom and beat the shit out of my date because he had told one of their friends he was gonna ‘nail me’ that night. They didn’t take kindly to that.”
Boomer shook his head and took a bite of his food and then said, “I am sure there is more to your life than that.”
Georgie shook her head. “Not really, I am fairly boring. I like to draw and design bikes, that is what I usually do when I have free time, I just draw and maybe read a book or two. Boring. What about you?”
Boomer raised an eyebrow at her and said, “Well, I am and Enforcer in the Furies MC, which basically means I get to beat the shit out of people if they piss us off, which is fun. I also design and paint tanks on motorcycles, been doing that since I was a teen, my dad taught me. I am from Wisconsin, and moved to Cali when I was nineteen and dumb. Met the guys and been with the Furies ever since. I told you I have explosive experience, so yeah, I tend to read and study that when I have down time, just because it is a precise thing.”
Georgie looked closely at him and then nodded. “So, your club, you would describe them as what? I mean, are they what you call them, percenters?”
“Baby, that is 1% and I guess most of the law enforcement people would say that since they have been following us around for years. I get why, I mean, I would be dumb to think the cops aren’t watching us all the time, but the guys in my club, they don’t do shit just to do it, we don’t go out and start shit or anything. We usually just do our thing, and hang out and if the cops nose around, then we deal. I will say about half of the stuff we are accused of, we don’t do, they just like to bust our chops,” Boomer said and then stood and cleaned up the boxes and then turned back to her and said, “okay, there is a cellphone here, we can make one more call before the morning when we will be out of communication until we get to the US, so which would you rather do, make the call tonight or make the call in the morning? We need to go back up the ladder to get signal, and it isn’t the best but it will work.”
Georgie looked at him and said, “Better do it tonight, my brother is probably freaking out by now. If we don’t want the entirety of the Roarks, the O’Malleys, and the Macaroys to descend on us, it would be wiser.”
Boomer nodded. “Okay, well, let’s get this over with. I will call Fling and let him know we are here and safe, and arrange for someone to be at the entrance when we come up in the US.”
She nodded and stood and clapped her hands. “Go team!”
Boomer shook his head and then grabbed the cell off the shelf and turned it on and once it was powered up, he nodded and took her hand. They walked back out into the tunnel area and to the ladder, he handed her the phone and said, “I am going up first, I am sure no one has found the shack, but just in case, wait here until I tell you all is good.”
Georgie frowned and looked up the shaft and said, “Okay then, well, do we have any weapons down here? I mean, I figure we are gonna need them just in case there is a large spider or something.”
“A gun for a spider?” Boomer asked with a scowl. “I hope you are fucking with me?”
Georgie rolled her eyes and laughed. “Come on, really, I am a Roark, which automatically makes me a little wacky but not that wacky. Go on, I will watch.”
He nodded and began to crawl back up to the surface.
The group of men stood a hundred feet from the small shack they had tracked the man and woman to. Of course they didn’t realize that while the woman was being taken that night she had been tagged on the bottom of her shoe in the treads, a small little device that would ensure they would be able to find her and him if they did escape, at least the idiots had done that right. However, the signal was flashing in and out right now, which could mean she had found the small tracker. Not that it would matter, the tracks were fresh so he was pretty sure she was in the small shack along with the male they wanted.
“Hey,” one of the men he hired looked at him nervously. “This is the one called Boomer, right? I mean, what if he has the place rigged with a bomb? That wouldn’t be good considering there isn’t too much out here, which would make it the perfect spot or him to plant explosives.”
Alejandro glared at the weak man who was standing before him. How he wished his brother were still alive, he would have loved to see what they were going to do next. Working with these stupid men was tiresome, having to explain every little detail to them like they actually get a choice in what was happening. They didn’t, he and his brother paid their men handsomely for following orders, that was it, they didn’t ask for opinions.
“If he does, we will go down in a blaze of glory, my sister will then avenge our deaths,” he said and the other man nodded silently and seemed to pale a little. What a weakling, he may need to kill him before this was all said and done.
“There is no movement in the shack though, how is that possible?” the man said and Alejandro snapped back at the man.
“They are in there; the tracking doesn’t lie. Now, get a few men together and go approach the shack, it is time to force their hand. There is only one road in and one road out, they have to get through us.”
The man nodded, turned, and motioned to a few of the guys and they began to walk toward the shack. He stood and watched the shack, he was in there he could feel it. The man named Boomer was one of the ones with the Furies that he personally wanted dead, why? Because he had been the one to desecrate his brother’s remains. They had blown up his home and in doing so his brother’s remains had still not fully been found. The bastard would pay for that, just like the rest of the Furies. If they thought they could kill his brother and just walk away unscathed, they were wrong.
This whole thing was started by them, not his brother, but he and his sister were going to make sure they ended it. The US government was currently attempting to apprehend him and his sister for a variety of crimes their family had a hand in. Apparently a package had been delivered to the authorities in the US that detailed the Ortiz family activities, not that it mattered to him and his sister, they would never catch them, ever.
The Ortiz family may be small by Dominican standings, but they were fierce and known for not being forgiving. These pissants had no fucking clue who they were dealing with, but they would soon. He would go to the ends of the earth to wipe out the Furies, every single last one of those fuckers. They were dead men walking, he hoped they realized.