Page 41 of Keeping Kasey
Those who aligned themselves with Mason have been known to cut deals and run—just another reminder of why Kasey’s services are so important.
The sooner I can weed these traitors out, the less damage they can do to my family.
The first break I get—if you can call an hour between meetings a break—I call Damon and order him to bring Kasey to my office. I could call her directly, but I doubt she’d answer.
Besides, this is more impersonal, which, for some reason, feels important.
“What can I do for you?” Damon greets.
His light tone has the same effect it always does.
It pisses me off.
“Bring Kasey to my office in ten.”
There’s a pause before he says, “She’s going to say no.”
It’s nice to know her stubbornness isn’t reserved exclusively for me.
“Ten minutes,” I repeat and end the call.
I knew Kasey would be difficult, but after twenty minutes, I’ve reached the limit of my patience.
I grab my phone just as it begins to buzz with Damon’s call, and I know Kasey won’t be coming to my office.
Just before I answer the call, the Pac-Man icon pops onto my screen, and I click it to reveal her message.
Kasey:See you at the manor. XOXO
I answer the call. “You better be dragging Kasey here by the hair.”
“She left,” he says, and at least has the decency to sound annoyed. I’m not sure what I’d do if Damon bought into her antics.
Probably kill him.
“What do you meanshe left?”
“I mean, she convinced Elise to take her to the manor, but that’s not all.”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “What else is there?”
“Since James went to check on the club opening next month, Don and I had to take Moreno’s car to stay with the girls.”
I hang up and clench my fist so tight it’s a miracle the phone doesn’t shatter.
Not only did Kasey blow me off, but she left me to ride home with the only person I hate more than her.
As if the thought itself called him, Moreno bursts into my office.
“What thehell, Consoli?”
Enduring a car ride with Moreno without giving in to the urge to drive into a tree is an accomplishment I should be publicly awarded for. He settled for tense silence over picking a fight, but my murderous thoughts for the man are incurable on the best of days.
Still, I manage to get us to the manor in one piece.
It’s only when we walk inside that I realize the real danger was never being in the car with Moreno.
Elise stands in the entryway with crossed arms.
