Page 18 of Disgrace

“It’s strange—that’s all,” he said. “Every time you come here, your enforcer says you come out wearing the same shit you go in with. Problem is, Kev and I both know you pack clothes to work out in every time you go.”

Siena barely hid her frown.

Her brothers were looking into her business, and that spelled bad news. It made her uncomfortable as hell to think that either one of her brothers were starting to get suspicious about anything she did. Especially if that meant they might take away her one opportunity for her to actually get away from them.

She had to think … and fast.

“Do you want to wear the same clothes you work out in for the rest of the day?” Siena asked. Pulling her bag from her shoulder, she offered it to her brother. “Here, take it again and smell the clothes in there. Do you think sweat smells like fucking roses, or what? Jesus Christ. Get a grip, Darren.”

Darren made that same disgusted face, and refused to take the bag. “I get it, Siena. Chill your hormones out, all right.”

She wasn’t one hundred percent satisfied that she had got her brother to believe that she wasn’t doing anything at the complex but working out. For now, it would have to do. Unless she got another goddamn idea, or they forced her hand.

“Just yoga today?” Darren asked as he opened the door to the car.

Siena passed her brother a look as she slid into the passenger seat. “Today, yeah.”

“You didn’t see anyone you recognized in there, or whatever?”

Jesus.

“No, not today.”

Siena tried to close the car door, but her brother held strong. He leaned down to stare Siena right in the face as he spoke again.

“Have you seen anybody you recognize here since you started coming to the place?”

“Just my enforcers.”

Lies.

Siena had never been much of a liar, but she had become especially good at it over the last few months. Maybe she was just as bad as her family—maybe she owned her last name the same way her brothers did.

The thing was, Siena wasn’t doing it for the Calabrese name. She wasn’t doing anything of this for her brothers, or even for her dead father.

No, she was doing this for someone else entirely.

For her.

For John.

For them.

“You’re sure?” Darren pressed.

Siena tried to find what her brother was reaching for as she searched his eyes, but came up with nothing. For as good as she was with hiding things, so were Darren and Kev. It was a little unsettling when she didn’t know what their game was. Besides, it was far easier for her to beat her brothers at their own game when she knew what was coming.

Even if that meant cheating a little …

Her last meeting with Andino had been the previous week when they visited John at Clearview Oaks. She had barely managed to get back to the complex in time once they left, as she dragged her feet too much while they were there. She hadn’t wanted to leave John when she didn’t know the next time she was going to be able to see him. In fact, she was so late getting back that her enforcer had just entered the building to come search for her as she passed by the receptionist’s desk.

Sure, the guy hadn’t seen her coming in through the back entrances. She had been a little sweaty from running through the back parking lot, and the building to get to the front. Her hair had been mussed, and her face clear of makeup when she scrubbed it all off during the drive back.

Nothing was out of place. Nothing for the enforcer to mention. It had still been a little too close for comfort.

Maybe that’s what had Darren’s suspicions up.

Who fucking knew?