Page 24 of Tossed into the Mob
But my answers must have satisfied him for now or his brain had shut down.
“You’ve been keeping secrets, just like my father and Dad.” He strode off along the path.
If he only knew how many.
We were out of luck because Rudy’s car was in the drive beside mine.
The front door swung open, and Rudy's famous purple feather boa floated out before he did. His style intrigued me, especially as his sons dressed conservatively. “Didn’t expect you here, especially dressed like that.”
He knew something. Flint must have called.
“Just getting the car.”
Rudy’s gaze was fixed on Brock. “You’re staying here.” He was smiling, but there was no mistaking the command. Technically he was the former Alpha Omega and the current Alpha’s dad, and he held no position in the pack except respected elder. But if we tried to leave, he’d signal the bodyguards to stop us.
“First, you both need a shower, and I’ll get you clean clothes. Then you’ll eat leftovers from last night’s dinner, and after that, I’ll make tea and you can spill.”
Rudy led Brock to a guest bedroom while instructing me where I should shower.
The hot water eased my aches, and I put on the sweatpants and hoodie Rudy had laid out on the bed. I’d never seen him wear anything like this because his style was original and flamboyant. Maybe he left it for relatives who’d been fighting in a storage unit while their human mate looked on.
Is that a thing?
No.
Ahhh! I rubbed my face, trying to erase all the fucked-up shit that had happened, some of which was my own doing.
Brock was at the table tucking into last night’s lamb and vegetables when I emerged. He didn’t look up, and I sat opposite him.
“Who’s going to start or do I flip a coin?” Rudy joined us, a mug of tea in one hand.
I’d give him the short version. “The man who murdered Brock’s father is dead.”
Rudy raised both brows, and it took a while for him to lower them.
“You did a lot of story editing. I got a call saying something went down.” Rudy looked from me to my mate. He narrowed his eyes. “Last night, you were sitting so close to Brock, you were practically on top of him.” He flicked his eyes toward my mate. “And now you’re avoiding one another. What happened?”
“There were two wolves.”
“Oh.” Rudy got up. “I’m going to drink my tea on the porch so you can have that conversation.” He paused in the doorway. “And Flint is on his way. I should warn you he's not in a good mood.”
I put my head in my hands but gathered my courage and spoke to my mate. “As you’ve probably guessed, I’m not human and neither is my family.”
Brock leaned forward and looked at me; so hewaslistening. I related our long history as I knew it and how it was intertwined with humans, making sure to explain why we kept our identities a secret.
“But Tony, Matt, and Odell are human.” That got a reaction from my mate.
“What? How did they meet?”
He’d accused me of keeping secrets, and if there was any hope for us—though I might have blown any chance of that today—I had to tell the truth.
“My cousins kidnapped them. Not all at once but over a few years.”
He laughed. Not a happy sound but a harsh grating one that sent shivers up my spine. “Is there something in our DNA that includes kidnapping? A gene?”
I breathed in and out slowly, waiting for his thoughts to connect and for my mate to understand what he said. Seconds passed, and he frowned, picked up a fork and studied it, before looking at me.
“OurDNA. That’s what it is. My alpha father who was part of La Luna Noir was a shifter too.”
