Chapter 42 - Eliminate Delta Marlon

Lucille sat in her study, her fingers nervously tapping on the desk. Trixie leaned against the door frame, watching her mother with concern etched on her face. Lucille finally picked up her phone and dialed Jack's number. It rang a few times before he answered, his voice rough and unfamiliar after so long.
"Lucille? Why are you calling me all of a sudden?" Jack's voice held a mixture of curiosity and caution.
Lucille took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. "Meet me at the café on 5th Street. I'll send you the address," she replied tersely, her words laced with urgency.
Jack hesitated for a moment, then agreed. "Fine. I'll be there," he said before hanging up abruptly.
Trixie watched her mother end the call, her mind racing with questions. "Mom, what are we going to do?" she asked quietly, stepping closer to Lucille.
Lucille looked up at Trixie, her eyes tired but determined. "We need to talk to Jack. He needs to know what's happened," she said, her voice tinged with anxiety.
Half an hour later, Lucille and Trixie arrived at the café. It was a quiet afternoon, the sunlight filtering through the windows, casting soft shadows on the tables. Jack sat in a corner booth, his posture relaxed yet attentive as he watched them approach.
Jack raised an eyebrow as they reached his table. "Lucille. Trixie," he greeted them coolly, his gaze shifting between them.
Lucille took a seat opposite Jack, her expression serious. "Jack, Alpha Shane knows," she said bluntly, cutting right to the heart of the matter.
Jack's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his features. "Knows what?" he asked, his voice low.
Trixie leaned forward, her voice tense. "He knows I'm your daughter," she said quietly, her words hanging heavy in the air.
Jack's jaw tightened, his gaze sharpening with concern. "Did you tell him that I'm your father?" he asked sharply, his tone betraying his worry.
Lucille shook her head vehemently. "No, of course not," she replied firmly. "If Alpha Shane finds out, Trixie and I will be expelled from the pack. Trixie won't be able to become his Luna."
Jack ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath. "So why did you call me here, Lucille? What do you expect me to do?"
Lucille met Jack's gaze squarely. "We need your help," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. "To protect Trixie, to protect our family."
Jack leaned back in his seat, weighing his options. "You want me to eliminate Delta Marlon," he said flatly, more a statement than a question.
Trixie's eyes widened, shocked by the bluntness of Jack's words. "No, Jack," she interjected quickly, her voice pleading. "We can't go down that path. We can't become rogues."
Jack looked at Trixie, his expression softening slightly. "Then why did you call me here?" he asked, his tone gentler now.
Lucille sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping with exhaustion. "I called you here because... because I don't know what else to do," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "I need to protect Trixie, but I can't lose everything we have here."
Jack studied Lucille for a long moment, his gaze searching. "We'll figure something out," he said finally, his voice calm yet determined. "But we can't make any rash decisions."
Trixie nodded, relief washing over her despite the uncertainty of their situation. "Thank you, Jack," she said softly, gratitude evident in her voice.
Jack nodded in acknowledgment. "I'll do what I can," he promised, his eyes lingering on Trixie. "But you both need to be careful. Alpha Shane won't let this go easily."
As they sat in the café, surrounded by the murmur of distant conversations and the scent of freshly brewed coffee, Lucille, Trixie, and Jack knew that their lives had taken an unexpected turn. They were bound together by secrets, by the fragile threads of loyalty and survival in a world where alliances were fragile and betrayals could be deadly.
For the remainder of the afternoon, they discussed their options quietly, mindful of the risks and the dangers that lay ahead. They knew that their next steps would shape their fates, determining whether they could navigate the treacherous waters of pack politics and personal vendettas.
But in that moment, as they sat together in the café, they found a fleeting sense of solidarity—a shared resolve to protect their own, to defy the odds stacked against them, and to find a way to preserve what mattered most: family, loyalty, and love in the face of uncertainty.
*****
Jack returned to the dimly lit hideout where Kurt, Armond, and Bart were waiting expectantly. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine, a stark contrast to the polished halls of the Silver Stone Moon Pack mansion. The three rogues watched Jack closely as he entered, their expressions a mix of curiosity and caution.
Kurt, the tallest and most imposing of the rogues, spoke first. "Jack, what did Lucille want? You seemed tense when you left."
Jack ran a hand through his hair, his mind still reeling from the conversation at the café. "Lucille and Trixie are in trouble," he began, choosing his words carefully. "Alpha Shane knows about Trixie. He suspects she's my daughter."
Armond's brows furrowed in concern. "Damn. What does that mean for us?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
Jack sighed heavily, sinking into a chair at the center of the room. "It means trouble," he admitted, his gaze flickering between his comrades. "Alpha Shane won't tolerate any threats to his leadership or his pack. He's already suspicious of Trixie and Lucille."
Bart, the youngest of the group but no less hardened by life as a rogue, leaned forward. "So, what's the plan?" he asked eagerly, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Jack hesitated, weighing his words carefully. "We need to eliminate Delta Marlon," he said finally, his voice steady. "If Lucille and Trixie are going to survive within the pack, Delta Marlon can't be around to expose the truth."
Kurt raised an eyebrow, his expression skeptical. "Eliminate?" he echoed, his tone tinged with doubt. "You mean kill him?"
Jack nodded grimly. "Yes," he replied firmly. "We can't afford to take any chances. Delta Marlon is a threat to everything Lucille and Trixie have worked for."
Armond rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "And how do you propose we do this?" he asked, his voice measured.
Jack leaned forward, his eyes intense. "We need a plan," he said, his mind already racing with possibilities. "Delta Marlon is heavily guarded, but he's vulnerable. We need to exploit that vulnerability."
Bart's eyes widened with excitement. "I know a few ways we could get to him," he said eagerly, his youthful energy palpable in the dimly lit room.
Kurt crossed his arms, his expression unreadable. "This isn't going to be easy," he warned, his voice gruff. "Delta Marlon has allies, resources. We'll be risking everything."
Jack nodded, acknowledging the gravity of their situation. "I know," he said quietly. "But we don't have a choice. We need to protect Lucille and Trixie."
Armond leaned back against the wall, his gaze distant as he considered their options. "What about the pack? What if they find out?" he asked, voicing the unspoken concern that hung over their plan.
Jack's jaw clenched, his resolve hardening. "We'll deal with that if it comes to it," he said firmly. "Right now, our priority is Delta Marlon."