Page 25 of Keeping Kasey
Okay, I definitely should’ve changed.
I follow Logan down a hallway, glad to be away from prying eyes.
However, Logan still watches me carefully, and I don’t miss the slight pull of his lip.
“What?”
“You should’ve changed.”
I make a point of rolling my eyes. “I’m comfortable.”
“Sure you are,” he says, wearing the most infuriating, self-satisfied grin.
We take a turn, and James is waiting for us in front of a door. I don’t miss his amused grin, and I’m willing to bet it’s at my outfit. “About time. Everyone’s waiting.”
Logan ignores him and shoves the door open.
We enter a conference room with six people sitting around the table—most of which I know from my research. The Consoli capos—Ford, Damon, and Logan’s cousin, Matteo—sit on one side of the table. Joshua Moreno, a small, dark-haired girl I don’t recognize, and Donovan Riley—Moreno’s underboss—occupy the other side.
The room goes silent when we walk in, and the expressions confirm one fact.
Logan didn’t tell anyone that I’m a woman.
“Are we starting this meeting with a yoga lesson?” Moreno asks with a sardonic smile.
Logan returns the expression. “I thought you could teach us the move that got your head stuck so far up your—”
“Unnecessary,” says the girl beside Moreno, who places a hand on his arm as she glares at Logan.
“Who’s the kid?” Moreno asks, his expression settling into one of disinterest.
I’ll admit—to myself—that the outfit choice wasn’t a smart one, but I won’t put up with degradation.
“My name is Kasey, and I’d refrain from belittling me, Mr. Moreno, or I might just hackallyour bases next time,” I say with a bright smile and sit in one of the open seats, leaning back like I don’t have a care in the world.
“Meet Cam,” Logan says dispassionately, taking the seat at the head of the table, directly across from Moreno.
There’s a moment of silence as each person around the table comes to the realization that I’m the one responsible for single-handedly holding their base’s power hostage.
The girl’s bursting laugh breaks the silence.
She has brown hair cut just below her shoulders and a round face that gives her a soft, feminine appearance. She wears a white top made of loose, silky material, and though I can’t see her pants from where I sit, I’m sure they’re far more appropriate for this meeting than mine. Her eyes are a deep shade of brown, and right now, they’re squinted as she laughs.
Her smile is wide and unmistakably genuine. “It’s nice to meet you, Kasey. I’m Elise.”
The only Elise I know of is Logan’s sister, who died when she was seventeen. I glance between her and the Consoli brothers at the table, and there certainly is a resemblance.
She reads the question on my face. “I’m legally dead,” she explains like it’s an everyday inconvenience. “My dad faked my death a few years ago, and I went into hiding.”
“I can fix that,” I hear myself say.
I have no idea where the offer came from, but I don’t retract it.
Elise’s eyebrows shoot up, and she looks at Moreno, whose eyes are narrowed to slits directed at me.
“Really?”
I shrug. “Deleting a death certificate isn’t rocket science. By the end of the day, I could make it look like the faked death never happened.”
