Kate Concealed Read online

  Kate Concealed

  Description:

  It’s time to stop living in the past.

  After discovering her birth mom was on the run from the mafia, Kate decides to focus on her future. Until she uncovers a secret that her adoptive parents have been keeping. Anxious to discover the truth, she unlocks doors that not only expose the heinous secrets of her adoptive family, but also those of her birth family.

  As her mind turns to revenge, she is reunited with the boy who saved her from the mafia, placing him, her friends, and family in extreme jeopardy.

  If she can’t unravel the secrets of her past, she might not have a future.

  Suspenseful, with the right amount of romance, and awash with action and adventure, Kate Concealed will send teens and adults alike on a thrill ride that will be hard to forget.

  Check out these other books by Cindy M. Hogan

  Audio, Print, and eBook

  Snag Cindy’s newsletter here*

  *Know everything before everyone else, get sneak peeks, and free stuff

  Watched Trilogy

  Watched

  Protected

  Created

  Christy Spy Novels: Spin off of the Watched trilogy

  Adrenaline Rush

  Hotwire

  Fatal Exchange

  Code of Silence trilogy

  Kate Unmasked

  Kate Concealed

  Kate Unleashed

  Gravediggers

  Sweet and Sour Kisses

  First Kiss

  Stolen Kiss

  Rebound Kiss

  Rejected Kiss

  Dream Kiss

  Novellas:

  The Royal Guard

  Dangerous Truth

  The Descension

  Kate Concealed

  Copyright ©2016 by Cindy M. Hogan

  First Edition

  Cover design by Novak Illustrations

  Edited by Jen Hendricks

  All rights reserved.

  This is a work of fiction. All the characters, organizations, incidents, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are represented fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form, whether graphic, visual, electronic, film microfilm, audio recording, or any other means without prior permission of the author. The scanning, uploading, and distribution of this book via the Internet or any other means without written permission of the author is illegal and punishable by law.

  Please purchase only authorized editions, and do not participate in the electronic piracy of copyright material. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  O’neal Publishing

  Layton, UT.

  Get her newsletter http://eepurl.com/GL2HL

  Visit Cindy on Google+

  Blog- cindymhogan.com

  Facebook-watched-the book

  Twitter-Watched1

  Instagram

  1

  Kate stared at the picture of her birth mother, Carmela, with the red X written over her face, the tell-tale sign a hit had been placed on her and she was believed to be dead. She refused to believe it. The crisp, almost new search journal cracked as she turned the page to look at a picture of her birth father, Vinny, holding her hand and walking her when she was a baby. She brought the fingers of her right hand to her lips and then down onto the picture. The ritual had begun two months ago after finding her birth father in New Jersey. She flipped back to the eerie picture of Carmela and whispered, “I won’t forget you, Mom.”

  She shut the notebook turned journal and tucked it into the large box on top of her old, distended search journal, the one she’d used to catalogue everything she had found as she had searched for Vinny. “It’s not the right time to find you. The leads have dried up. Sorry, Mom. One day I will find you, though.” She said it with determination, her jaw set and her body rigid.

  She grabbed her painting from the easel set up in her room and put it into her leather portfolio, the early morning sun erasing all the shadows of the night. After zipping it closed, she scooped up her duffle bag before exiting her room. Kate arrived a full half-hour early to get Ellie so they wouldn’t be late. Ellie had a terrible time getting up in the morning and Kate knew that if she was awake, she was most likely still busy painting, finessing the project that was due in less than an hour.

  She rapped three times on the Lamberts’ front door before going inside. She passed Colby, Ellie’s brother, who was dressed in his soccer uniform. He doubled back and gave her a quick hug. “Hey, Kate. Sorry, I’m late. Talk to you later.” Without those reality TV shows, he and Ellie had been obsessed with most of their lives, his focus had turned more sharply on his two loves, soccer and research, Ellie’s to painting. Even so, both Ellie and Colby’s heads still jerked to the TV when it was time for a show they really liked. It was a work in progress.

  Kate ambled into Ellie’s room to find her standing in front of one of two easels, a paintbrush in her hand, her eyes fixed on the canvas. “Oh, Ellie,” Kate said. “Tell me you finished yesterday and that isn’t a wet painting we have to travel a half hour with to school.” Ellie’s eyes flicked to Kate and she gasped, stepping in front of the painting as Kate made her way around to look at it. “You started a new one?”

  “Don’t look, Kate, it’s a surprise,” Ellie said, her voice rising in pitch as she waved her hands up and down and all around to block Kate’s view. But Kate had already seen the painting, in pieces, between Ellie’s waving arms.

  Kate stood like a petrified redwood tree. She ignored the echo of her pounding heart in her throbbing temples. The painting looked exactly like the picture of baby Kate being held by her birth mother that currently sat in the locket around her neck. The memories associated with it, not so great. She couldn’t help but absorb every last detail of Ellie’s painting as she forced herself not to shut her eyes against the despair that welled up inside her. The painting sent her sailing through an enormous rollercoaster of emotions from complete awe, peace, and relaxation to horror coupled with terror and dread. “This is incredible, Ellie. You have found your calling in life.” The words scratched and clawed their way out. At last, Kate ripped her eyes away. Ellie’s phone sat open, the screen filled with the picture inside Kate’s locket. Ellie must have been using that as a reference. Kate’s stomach still roiled and yet, now that she wasn’t looking, a calm, peaceful feeling washed over her. The picture was beautiful. She hid the pain that screwed into her gut and smiled. “Were you up all night painting it?”

  “You know me.” Ellie smiled and rocked on her feet.

  “Yeah. I still don’t get why you have to do the things you love with such excessive fervor. You were the same way with those reality TV shows and now that you don’t have them, you’ve put all your energy into your painting. Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy you’re doing something more productive, but seriously, it’s okay not to do it to the extreme. Just ‘cause you like it doesn’t mean you have to do it constantly.”

  Kate lifted her hand to touch the painting, an irrational part of her thought it might be very much like touching her birth mother in the flesh, but a shimmer on the paint told her it was not yet dry. Ellie really had been working on it right before Kate had entered. Kate concentrated on the painting before her. The vibrant colors and the strokes seemed to come alive, different parts popping out at her at different moments—in just the right order somehow. A desperate longing for her birth mother erupted inside her.

  The two girls were in the same painting class, but they were miles apart in skill.

  “Well, I got stuck on this one,” Ellie said, poi
nting to a familiar painting sitting on an easel to her right. She stood there, her lips pressed out in her thinking kissy face, the paintbrush still in her hand. She stabbed her brush toward the canvas without hitting it. “I can’t get that color right. It’s off, and it’s driving me crazy.” She pointed to a small section of the pear in the fruit bowl the entire class had been assigned to paint by today’s class. Not only did the pear look perfect, but every piece of fruit appeared real, like Kate could reach out and grab it, just like she felt with the other painting of her birth mother. She felt a bit sick inside thinking of her painting and how completely amateur it was.

  Ellie shifted her gaze to the picture of Kate’s mother. “I thought I’d get a head start on your birthday present. Now it won’t be a surprise.” She gave an exaggerated frown. “I needed a distraction.” Ellie stared hard at the painting.

  Kate nodded toward the painting of Kate and her mother. “You did all this last night? Amazing.” Kate stared at the picture, a whole new set of emotions flooding over her. It was her turn to wish for a distraction. She needed to get out of there. The thought of having such a likeness of her mother before her and not being able to reach out and hug her was killing her. Kate fingered the locket that held the picture Ellie was improving upon.

  “Well, it’s not done yet. You walked in before I could hide it.”

  “Really? It’s incredible already.” And I have no idea what problem you have with that one.” Kate pointed to the fruit bowl. The smile that crossed Ellie’s tan face was enormous and made her look even more gorgeous than she already was. Ellie bit on the end of her paintbrush and a curtain of her blonde hair fell over her cheek. “Maybe I need to step away for a little while longer.”

  Kate pulled her own painting out of her leather portfolio. “Not even,” Kate said. She took one look at it and then at Ellie’s version and snorted before turning it around for Ellie to see. Ellie chuckled and Kate did too. Despite her best efforts, Kate’s paintings always turned out looking like something a third grader would throw together.

  Ellie reached out and took Kate by the arm. “It’s cool in an abstract kind of a way.”

  “I’ll take that. Now that I’ve made you feel better, pack up your awful bowl of fruit and let’s go.” Kate couldn’t stop her eyes from flicking back to the painting of her birth mother. Her mother’s chin rested on the top of Kate’s head, gentle and loving. “You made my birth mother look just like me.”

  “You do look just like her. Your deep dark eyes, your almost black hair, and how your lips curve.” Ellie shoved her painting into her portfolio. She must have noticed the longing on Kate’s face because she followed that up with, “And you will find her. I know it.”

  “It’s been over two months since Jersey and nothing. No leads.” Kate zipped her portfolio closed.

  “I know, but it took over two years for something to break with Vinny, and I know it didn’t turn out like you hoped, but at least you found him. You know who your birth dad is now. Still no nightmares?”

  “No. Nightmare free. You’re right. Do you really think Carmela’s alive?”

  “Yes. You are and you were supposed to be dead. It’s the same with her. She is alive, I know it.”

  Kate didn’t look at her, but at the picture Ellie had painted. How was it possible for someone to put such emotion into a painting? The love exuding out of it hit Kate hard in the heart. “I can’t search anymore. And, I really need someone on the ground in Jersey to work for me if I want to find her.”

  “You mean a PI? You don’t have a good track record with them.” She gave Kate the eye.

  “I know. I don’t have the money for one anyway.” Ellie had been referring to the fact that Kate’s parents had hired a PI using Kate’s money, to keep Kate away from her birth parents. “It hurts too much, you know?” Kate didn’t tell Ellie how she’d put her birth mother’s search journal away, thinking her quest was over for now.

  “I know. But, I know you too and despite what you say, you’ll never be able to give up. Not really. You’ll find Carmela. There’s no rush. Let things fall into place as they come—a nice gradual unveiling. I bet if you don’t force it, the universe will send you what you need and want.”

  “What if I find her and it’s not good news? What if she doesn’t want me, or she’s a bad apple?”

  “You’ll deal with that the same way you dealt with finding Vinny. It’ll all work out. You’ll see. We better get going, though. When I’m finished with these babies,” Ellie indicated her paintings, “they will be perfect.”

  Kate stared at the picture of her birth mother for few more seconds and wondered how Ellie could change it to make it any more impactful and lovely, then followed her out of her room, convinced it couldn’t be done.

  Despite the underlying fear and sadness Kate experienced with the painting, a warm, comforting feeling filled her. One day she’d find her birth mother. She had to.

  ***

  As they climbed out of the car at the university, Ellie said, “Oh, I almost forgot. Colby wants to take us to lunch today … to talk.”

  “Hmm. It must be something bad then,” Kate said, the last depressive feelings leaving her.

  “Maybe, but he was smiling when he asked. He’s up to something, and I think he thinks we will love whatever it is.”

  “Cool. I’m game.” Colby was the big brother Kate would never have and she loved hanging with him. She had to constantly keep her childhood crush on him at bay. He was her best friend’s brother after all. He had graduated last year and was getting ready to go to college. They would follow him next year.

  “He must’ve done something bad. Really bad. He’s taking us to LaShays.” Ellie gave Kate a meaningful look.

  “That’s one expensive restaurant. You think he destroyed something else?” Kate pulled her portfolio out from the backseat.

  “Nothing could be worse than what he did with our dolls.” She clutched her portfolio in her right hand.

  “Your mom was able to get the hair replaced. I’m okay with it now. That was so long ago.” They entered the college art building.

  “Yeah, now you’re okay with it, but when he came to us and told us he’d accidentally chemically burned all the hair off their heads, you cried for days.” Instead of coloring the doll’s hair, his chemical had disintegrated it.

  “Yeah, but that was years ago.” Kate frowned, rubbing her neck.

  “Try three.”

  “It was my favorite doll. And I don’t remember you handling it all that well, either.”

  “That’s what I’m saying. I can’t imagine what horrible experiment he’s decided to include us in. Why do I have to have a mad scientist brother anyway?” They reached the second floor and started down the hall to the art studio.

  “You have to admit it comes in handy. Especially when we have science projects and assignments.”

  “Yeah, but not great when he destroys everything with his experiments.”

  Kate laughed as she opened the door to class. “I agree with you. But if this meeting with him gets me awesome food, I’m there.”

  “Thank the lucky stars we didn’t let him try the chemical on us.”

  “And why we didn’t make him try it on himself first, I’ll never know.” Kate rolled her eyes.

  “Oh, and he’ll take me home so you can go straight to your kung fu class.” She snorted. “I can’t believe you almost have a six pack already. You’ll be a female Thor before I know it.”

  “Very funny. Ha. Ha.” Pride rose up in Kate, but she played it off, quickly putting her painting next to all the others that were waiting to be graded.

  Class flew by while they tried various painting techniques that Kate was barely able to do or couldn’t do at all, while Ellie excelled and finally got her color “right”. She should really have been in a more advanced class, but she refused to move up, saying she still needed to get a firm grip on the basics. Kate knew she only said that so Kate wouldn’t be left alone. An
d it was her luck or Kate’s that the same teacher taught all levels and was willing to make accommodations for Ellie. So, while the rest of the class struggled, she conquered, creating masterpieces while Kate’s mind returned over and over again to the painting of her birth mother and the journal she’d tucked away in her closet.

  2

  Ellie and Kate laughed at a cat video on Ellie’s phone as they waited for Colby to show up at LaShays restaurant. His car pulled up five minutes late. “What’s so funny?” he asked as he gave his keys to the Valet to park.

  “Check this out,” Ellie said, showing him the video.

  They laughed again as the short clip played. “Who videos this stuff?” He led them inside.

  “Thanks for taking us to lunch.” Kate gave him a friendly smile.

  “What did you do?” Ellie gave him a sidelong glance.

  “Hey, can’t a brother take his favorite girls out to lunch just because?” He put his arms around their shoulders, sandwiching himself in-between.

  “No.”

  They all chuckled. The hostess led them straight to their table where Colby deftly changed the subject from one thing to another until their food came.

  “Okay, master of distraction, lay it on us. Why are we here?” Ellie asked, taking a bite of her green beans.

  “Well, I’ve hit a snag with next week.” He glanced up at each of them in turn before taking a sip of his drink.

  “What?” Ellie said, leaning toward Colby, her face screwed up in question.

  He held up his hands.

  “I know I told you two that I’d take you camping this next week, but it’s not going to be possible. I’m going to have to flake on you.” He whipped his hand through his unkempt brownish blond hair somehow making it look even sexier than before.

  “What?” Ellie shot back. “I thought you just ruined something of ours. This is much worse.”