Influence: Death on the Beach

by Carl Weber

Genres: African American Urban; Mystery; Suspense

Synopsis

From the New York Times best selling author of The Family Business crime series comes a deliciously provocative legal thriller series about the Hudson family.

When famed attorney Bradley Hudson learns of his youngest son Langston’s arrest for drug trafficking, he immediately assembles a team of lawyers and investigators, including members of his own family, to build a defense. With his reputation for being a shark in the courtroom, Bradley is confident he will get justice for his son until he realizes he will be going up against an old foe, Assistant District Attorney James Brown. Is the ADA allowing his personal history with the Hudsons to influence his handling of the prosecution?

To complicate matters, Bradley discovers that his older son, Lamont, a young lawyer and Bradley’s right-hand man, has secretly been planning his exit from the family law firm to get out from under his father’s shadow.

Desiree, Bradley’s only daughter, is fresh out of law school and quite reserved compared to her siblings. She’s the good girl who doesn’t normally like to rock the boat, but in what could be considered the worst of all timing, she is secretly dating a man and a woman, and both relationships are on a collision course. Given the problems her family is facing, now is not the right time for Desiree to introduce more drama to the mix, but she just can’t seem to help herself.

As if fighting for one sons freedom and fending off the others betrayal isn’t enough pressure, Bradley is also in the middle of his own love triangle between his ex-wife, federal judge Jacqueline Hudson, and his current wife and jury consultant, Carla. He knows how much is at stake if his family’s drama spirals out of control, so hell do everything within his power to keep it all together and prevent his son from landing behind bars. With his trademark dramatic style, Carl Weber introduces readers to the Hudsons. Only time will tell if they can stand united, or if the legal dynasty of Bradley Hudson is about to come crashing down

Release date: April 28, 2020

Publisher: Urban Books

Print pages: 288

Sample

“Now, that’s how you take care of business!”

My daughter Desiree gleefully sang my praises as we stepped triumphantly through the doors of a high-rise building in Manhattan. We bumped fists, the gold Rolex on my wrist sparkling in the sunlight.

We were leaving the offices of a rival law firm. We’d just finished a pre-trial negotiation on behalf of our client, Lisa Randelle. She had been the picture-perfect trophy wife to her high school sweetheart turned millionaire broker and husband. She’d been a full-time mother to their four kids and never worked—his choice, not hers. When her husband told her that he was leaving her for a much younger woman after ten years of marriage, Lisa was blindsided. The divorce papers he tossed in front of her and demanded that she sign were even more of a gut punch. He was offering her a minimal amount of child support and no other assets. Lisa had contacted the Hudson firm, and now she thanked God daily that she did. Not only would she be walking away with their house, but since she hadn’t signed a pre-nup, she was entitled to up to fifty percent of everything her husband owned, in addition to his pension, child support, and the alimony that he would be required to pay. Those revelations were enough to prompt him and his attorney to place a generous offer on the table that Lisa was happy with.

“Did you see her soon-to-be ex-husband’s face?” Desiree asked.

“I did.” I grinned as we headed in the direction of the Rolls Royce parked in front of the building. “He looked like he was gonna shit when he had to add all those zeros. I’m sure he’ll be in a better mood when we draw up all the paperwork and it can all be truly over.”

“Yeah,” Desiree scoffed. “And he can finally be completely with his mistress.”

“No. Men like Trevor Randelle will never be able to give themselves to anyone but their own selfish needs. His mistress will be one of many,” I said and nodded to my driver, an older man named Freddy, as he opened the back door to the Rolls Royce. “You can count on that.”

“And you know this how?” Desiree raised an eyebrow at me.

“Because I’m a man, and I know how men think,” I replied matter-of-factly.

My answer was good enough to satisfy Desiree’s curiosity. If nothing else, my daughter understood that I was faithful, and I’d never given her or anyone a reason to think otherwise. Still, she seemed relieved by the response to her question.

“Oh, true. I’m glad we were able to help Lisa, though. I couldn’t imagine being a single mother of four small children, with no work experience or source of income. How was he expecting her to survive if he didn’t provide for his family?”

“I don’t think he was considering any of that. Like I said, men like him are selfish. He used her for what he needed, and when he was done, neither she nor his children were his concern. But I agree. I’m glad we were able to help that poor woman. And here I thought this was going to be another one of your charity clients.”

I couldn’t resist teasing her. I never missed the opportunity to comment about the pro-bono cases my bleeding-heart daughter constantly pursued. Granted, I understand that all law firms, including the one I own, are expected to work a certain number of cases for which there would be no compensation. Not only was it an opportunity to serve the community, but it was also great PR for the firm. The problem was that my daughter oftentimes made such cases a higher priority than big-wig clients that paid for our legal expertise.

She gave me half a smile as we climbed into the back of the car. “Yes, you were wrong, and that selfish bastard even agreed to pay the whopping attorney’s fees we’ll be sending the bill for. So, way to go, Desiree.” She pretended to pat herself on the back.

“Good job,” I relented and reached for the phone that vibrated in my pocket. It was a text from my wife, Carla. At the same time, Desiree was pulling her phone from her purse.

“911?” She read the message aloud.

I’d gotten the same message. We looked at one another, our faces mirroring the same look of alarm.

I immediately hit the number and pressed the phone to my ear. My wife answered after one ring.

“Where are you?” Carla asked. “We have a situation.”

“I’m just finishing up my meeting downtown. What’s going on?”

“I can’t talk about it over the phone, but you need to get to the office. We’ve got a problem that I don’t know how to handle.”

“Okay, I’m on my way,” I told her.

“Everything okay?” Desiree asked.

I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts to respond. Carla not being able to handle a problem was cause enough for me to know that whatever was going on was major. Handling situations was her specialty, and she did so with the precision and tenacity of Olivia Pope on Scandal. Her intelligence was matched by her wit, and those traits, along with her charming personality and nurturing spirit were the reasons I not only fell in love with her, but why I stayed in love. Then there was also the fact that she was gorgeous. It helped a little.

“Dad,” Desiree repeated, looking concerned. “Is everything okay?”

“I don’t know. That’s the first time I think I’ve ever heard Carla say that she can’t handle something.” I leaned forward. “Hey, Freddy, step on it, will you? We need to get to the office fast.”

Freddy nodded back at me through the rearview mirror as he accelerated. The car weaved through heavy traffic so fast that every building we passed seemed to mesh together. My anxiety increased with each passing minute, and although I tried to remain calm for the sake of my blood pressure, it was useless. There was only one thing that would help ease my mind, and that was to get to the office to find out what had my wife so alarmed.

“Goddamn!” The blissful whimper of a woman experiencing a world full of pleasure filled the air.

Teresa moaned as I squeezed her round bottom and pushed deeper inside of her. She opened her mouth to call out again, but my lips on hers prevented any words from escaping. Our tongues intertwined as I rhythmically thrust in and out of her womanhood the way she’d begged me to moments before. Her walls throbbed around my shaft, a clear indication that she was on the verge of climaxing again. On cue, I brought one hand up to her breast and pinched her nipple as hard as I could while continuously stroking her G-spot. Teresa snatched her lips away and buried her head into my neck as she trembled from the power of her orgasm.

“Shhhiiit!” she shouted, following through with more erotic cries.

As I arrived at my own climax soon after, it felt as if my soul left my body right along with the load I shot into the condom. My breathing was shallow as my softening manhood eased from inside of her. Even after I rolled onto my back, it took a few moments for me to recuperate enough to finally be able to sit up. Slipping the condom off, I discreetly checked it for any leaks before tossing it in the trash next to the bed, then returned to Teresa’s side.

The sticky perspiration that covered our bodies didn’t stop us from cuddling up to each other. I turned to her with a smile and saw that she looked just as content. Her beauty was undeniable. The way her thick black hair sat slightly disheveled over the smooth, golden brown skin of her shoulder did something to me. The light peeking through the window hit her eyes in a way that made the brown in them brighter and her cheekbones higher. I reached with one finger and stroked her cheek gently.

“You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Teresa answered, still slightly breathless. “I’m better than okay, actually. That was really good.”

“Good?” Her comment amused me.

Teresa shifted onto her side and placed her hand on my chest. “Yeah, it was good. I had an orgasm. To me, that’s good. Way better than expected.”

“You weren’t expecting to have an orgasm?” I asked, now wondering if I should be insulted. I always took pride in being a skillful and gratifying partner, even more so with Teresa. “Better than expected” was a bit surprising. We’d had sex plenty of times before, and it had always been spectacular. Based on the intensity and number of orgasms she had, I could tell she enjoyed our time together just as much as I did. Why she thought today would’ve been any different, I wasn’t sure.

“I was hopeful, but not confident. But I’m happy to say that you surpassed my expectations. I actually had more than one,” Teresa told me.

“You’re bullshitting me.” I stared at her for a moment, until finally, the corners of her mouth turned up, and the laugh she’d been suppressing escaped. Yeah, she was messing with me.

“Calm down, man. It’s always good when we get it in. I don’t even know why you go through this whole discussion every time.” She sighed.

“Hey, I’m just trying to make sure my partner enjoyed it as much as I did. That’s all.” I pulled her supple body closer to mine, enjoying the warmth it provided.

“Let me find out you’re one of these dudes who needs to hear how good they are in bed in order to feel accomplished. Fine, I’ll say it. Yes, Lamont Hudson, it was the best dick I’ve ever had, and I came more times than I can count. Is that enough ego stroking for you?” Teresa raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying being stroked yourself a few minutes ago,” I said, playfully smacking her ass. “So, I take it we’re going to be doing this again soon?”

Teresa leaned over and kissed me softly. “Why put off for tomorrow what you can do today? I’m not due back in the office for another two hours.”

Her words made my smile broader, and my manhood jumped slightly. Thank God I brought plenty of condoms, I thought.

Just as I was about to retrieve one, the loud ringing of a cell phone caused me to pause.

“That’s my work phone,” Teresa announced as she reached for the iPhone on the nightstand beside her. She glanced at the caller ID before answering the call.

Her tone was pleasant. “This is Teresa.”

I waited patiently, noticing the sudden change in her demeanor as she listened. I went to say something to her, but she held up one finger to silence me and shook her head.

“Holy shit! Are you serious? I’ll be there as soon as I can,” she exclaimed, swinging her legs around and standing up in one swift movement. It was clear that the plans we’d just made were changing and our afternoon of pleasure was over.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Something big just came up at work. I’m going to have to take a rain check on round two.”

“Shit happens.” I shrugged, curious about what was causing her to rush off, but choosing not to ask anything more about it.

Like me, Teresa was an attorney, but she worked on the other side of the system as a prosecutor for the state. In a sense, I was sleeping with the enemy.

I was determined for her to make good on her rain check offer, so I made a suggestion of my own. “How about we get together Saturday night? I’ll cook.”

“You cook?” Teresa asked, obviously surprised.

“Like Chef Boyardee. Bring your appetite and condoms.”

We shared a laugh before Teresa kissed me again on the lips, and I lustfully watched her stroll across the room to the bathroom. There was something about that woman that just put me in a good mood. I wasn’t in the market for a serious relationship, but if I was, Teresa would undoubtedly be a front-runner.

A loud vibration snapped me out of my thoughts, and I realized it was my phone. I located my pants on the floor near the bed and reached into the pocket to take out my cell. There was a message from Carla, the office manager of the firm and my father’s wife.

“Shit.” I clenched my jaw when I saw that the text simply said 911.

The distress call meant I needed to get to the office as soon as possible. There was no time to waste as I gathered the rest of my clothes and headed in the same direction Teresa had gone. Whether she wanted company or not, I would be joining her in the shower.

It didn’t take too long for me to reach the office in my silver 2019 Porsche 911. That vehicle was built for speed, and I loved to push it to its limits. I stepped out of the vehicle and smoothed the wrinkles in my fitted, tailored suit. My timing was perfect, because my father and sister pulled up in the Rolls Royce just as I arrived at the front of the building. I waited for them to catch up.

“Did Carla text you?” I asked Dad.

“Yeah,” he answered. “But she didn’t want to discuss what was going on over the phone.”

“Me either,” I said. “This should be fun. Hey, Dez.”

“Hey, Lamont. Nice suit.” Desiree smirked as she looked me up and down.

“What’s wrong with my suit?” I admired my reflection in the nearby window.

“Nothing. Just, why the hell is it so tight?”

“It’s not tight. It’s fitted. And what’s it to you, anyway?”

“You just look more like an Instagram model than a lawyer.”

“I could say the same for you,” I shot back. “What are you trying to do, seduce men into plea deals?”

“Jerk.”

“Stupid.”

“You two cut it out, now,” Dad commanded while shooting a no-nonsense look at my sister and me as if we were toddlers. “We have things to attend to, remember?”

“Sorry, Daddy,” Desiree said.

“She started it,” I said with a small . . .