Lost in Silence (The Lost Series Book 1)(60)

“A man?” I ask taking a wild guess at who he was talking about.

“You know then,” he stated matter of fact. I hold back a growl, it was Erik then. The slug must have used his connections to find out more about me. I need to find this son of a bitch and put him out of his misery before he fucks everything up for me. “What’s this about?”

“Banged his wife,” I tell him, reciting my practiced answer. He chuckles and falls into a coughing fit from his blackened lungs.

“Not the story he’s telling,” he clears his throat and takes a deep drag from his cigarette before continuing. “Says you more than banged her. Says you lied about her whereabouts. Says you smuggled her out of the state. Even says you’re working for the cops.”

“He said all of that?” I give him a practiced laugh. “Damn, I must be better than I thought.”

“This isn’t a joke man,” Dev’s demeanor changes. “The family’s heard about your extracurricular activities and this shit is a no go for them.”

“Dev, I helped the broad scratch an itch he wasn’t man enough to do himself. Banged that pussy so hard, she begged for more while choking on my cock. Bitch was starving for it.”

“I’m not saying you didn’t bang his broad, but man, he said you’re undercover for a man who does some special ops bullshit,” his voice is lower, more urgent now. My stomach drops. How the fuck?

“You’re fucking me,” I struggle to remain calm, realizing everything I’ve worked so hard is about to go up in flames. I just might take Kingston and the guys with me too. “I ain’t a cop Dev.”

“Aren’t you though?”

“What the fuck are you saying?”

“Did you or did you not keep him from his wife?”

“Did I what?”

“Hudson, I’m going to have to call you in if we don’t get this shit worked out now and if I call you in, this goes before the family and you don’t want that.”

That was the last thing I wanted but I also knew I couldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. Fuck!

“Do you think I would have dirtied my hands doing the shit I’ve done for the family if I was a traitor? If I was undercover, would I have killed all those fuckers in front of you? Two years I have given this family, done everything ever asked of me without question and some asshole comes along, probably looking to out me for some personal profit and you believe him,” it was time to drive home my point and turn the table. “Do you even know this fool? How do you know he ain’t a cop?”

“He ain’t a cop,” Dev drawls but I don’t let up. Fuck, for him to say that means he knows Erik or at least, knows about him.

“How do you know? You’ve known me two years and you think I’m a cop.”

“Didn’t say you were a cop.”

“What the fuck are you saying then?” I take a breath. “I fucked his wife Devlin, that’s it, that’s all. Don’t know nothing about where she is or who’s she’s fucking now. Skank ass pussy, Dev, wasn’t even worth it.”

“They wanna see you,” he blows his smoke into the phone. He didn’t believe me.

Shit, shit, shit. This was not good.

“Fine, they wanna see, they can see me,” I exclaim. “When and where?”

“Three days from now, in Detroit,” he pauses. “Your flights already booked. There will be someone waiting for you to arrive.”

“I don’t fly,” I tell him. I always insist on providing my own way, my own transportation.

“You do now,” Dev says matter of fact. His voice changes with the next part. “Not going to need a vehicle for this trip Hudson, family’s going to provide everything for you, see you in three days.”

Devlin ends the call I swallow hard, my eyes going to the bedroom where Alice rests. This was bad. The family ordering me to Detroit meant they were questioning my loyalty. I understood that part. They wanted me to rely on them for everything is what worried me. My phone dinged with a new email alert, my flight itinerary I’m sure.

I open the email, reviewing my instructions. There wasn’t any yet but Devlin left a brief note. Apparently he believed me. I just had to convince the family I am who I say I am.

Fuck.

I flip through my call list on my main phone and dial Kingston. We needed to call a meeting. This new development wasn’t going to sit well with him or the rest of the crew.

*****

King sits at the head of the large table in the conference room, his hands clasped, anchored under his chin. The guys, the ones in town at least, sat on either side of him. I told them of Devlin’s call and the Family’s request. Their set faces tell me they know the severity of the problem but I’m not worried about me. I’m worried about Alice.