“I know. Listen, you better get going. I’m sure Mom is ready and waiting for you at the front door.”
Frank chuckled. “You’re probably right,” he said as he reached for Dylon and gave him a hug. “Be safe.” Picking up his briefcase, he left the room with a wave to his son.
Dylon sat, deep in thought about what his father didn’t say, wondering why he hadn’t brought up the recording of him that had nearly gotten him killed.
“Any problems I should know about?” asked Jackson as he walked in holding Daniel.
“No. Not yet, anyway. He wanted to pass on a job offer from the Silver Point Alpha.”
Sitting at his desk, Jackson cuddled his son. “Really? And what was that?”
“Josiah offered me the head enforcer position.”
“Why?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out. If I know my father, he didn’t disclose which pack I mated into. It’s another trick he uses when he’s investigating complaints.”
“Is that what he is doing with ours?”
“I believe so…or at least he’s paying attention to it right now. So back to the issue of the job offer…Bruno is the head enforcer and I wonder if he knows about the offer to me? I can’t see how he would agree to it so I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know. I’m positive Josiah told Rudy, his second, but I would bet Rudy never told Bruno.”
“Who ordered you beaten?”
“I’m not sure. Rudy’s idea or under Josiah’s orders? Hmmm, I’m going with Rudy’s idea. During the entire time I was there, I never saw or met Josiah. Rudy ruled the enforcers with an iron hand. One of the enforcers who was close to me let me know how sorry he was about having to hit me.”
“But not enough to stand up to Rudy, eh?”
“No, definitely not.”
“What did your father say about the offer?”
“Nothing specific. However, I think he finds it strange. He cautioned me about my safety as well as my mate’s now that I’m a member of this pack.”
“Let’s go back to the beatings. If Rudy did this on his own, then I assume my uncle doesn’t know. What do you suppose would happen if you agreed to take the job?”
“Other than a very short lifespan? I don’t know. I’m sure my father said I was well, and mated. It would have shocked Rudy because as far as he knew, I was as good as dead when I was dumped,” Dylon said, before pausing, then added, “if I were Rudy, I would want to make sure the son of the Vice Chair of the High Council I had beaten up, was dead and buried. You know the adage, ‘dead men…or in this case, shifters tell no tales’.”
“You mean Rudy might have sent some men to retrieve your body and bury it?”
“Yes. I’d take that bet.”
Jackson shifted Daniel to free a hand. Picking up his phone, he dialed someone who could help. “Hi Jimmy, how’s it going?”
“Fine. Are you taking good care of my grandson?”
Chuckling, Jackson said, “You don’t have to worry about him with six uncles doting on him.”
“As soon as Mystia gets back, we’ll be over to see him. But that ain’t why you called.”
“Yeah, listen, can you go have a look at the place you found Dylon? And let me know if you see or smell anything out of the ordinary?”
“Sure, gimme ten minutes. It’s not far from here.”
“Thanks. Oh, and Jimmy? Be very careful.”
“Will do. Bye.”
“Is that the guy who found me?”
