Conning For Keeps (An Agents of TRAIT Novella) (Entangled Flaunt) Read Online Free PDF Page A

understand more than the most common French phrases, said exactly what he was thinking. “ Tu es la plus belle femme sur terre et tout le monde va être sous ton charme. Je le suis déjà, mais tu ne le sauras jamais. ” He translated in his head as he spoke. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and everyone here will be under your spell. I already am, but you’ll never know it. Yes, that should cover everything.
    It wasn’t until after he finished the admission of his feelings that he remembered the microphone. Too late to take it back. Besides, Marissa’s smile—wide and glowing—felt so natural, so real, it was worth it. She squeezed his hands and strode toward the table, seeming much more like the confident, brash woman he knew.
    He trailed her by a step, pulling out one of the last two open chairs for her before sitting himself.
    Amy stood and beamed at all of them. “I’m glad everyone arrived safely. Marriage is a wonderful thing, a blessing from God. To have so many couples…”
    Trevor tuned her out, more interested in the room than her blathering. It was housed in one of the hotel’s enormous “turrets,” providing nearly three hundred degrees worth of breath-taking mountain views. Dark beams reached up to the ceiling, joining at the peaked center. Candles—actual candles—blazed in the chandelier overhead. The rough, almost castle motif carried to the stone floors, heavy table, and carved chairs. Between the windows hung narrow tapestries depicting woodland animals, with the odd unicorn thrown in.
    The inclusion of the horned steed drew him back to the other tapestries. Examining them closer, he noticed fantasy elements woven into each of them. The wolf with human toes peeking from beneath the fur on one hind leg. The eagle sitting in its nest, a lion’s tail wrapping around the branch. A mountain lion grooming itself with a wing tucked behind some long grass. The unknown bird with muted plumage…and flames licking its tail feathers.
    His lips quirked to the side, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the tapestries had been purchased blindly or if someone liked their decorating with a flair for the fantastic. Delray would have loved it. He’d always been into the fantasy stuff.
    Amy waved toward the head of the table, grabbing his attention once more. “…thank the couple who brought you all here: Evangeline Sheppard and Franco Canalis.”
    Everyone clapped politely, and Trevor fought the urge to narrow his eyes as their targets rose and gave tiny bows. Frankie swept too-long, dark hair off his face, not exactly the poster boy for organized crime. Still, there was a glimmer in his eyes, a craftiness that spoke of hidden deviousness.
    Trevor’s hand fisted. Hurting the son would hurt the man—tear his world asunder the same way losing Delray had done to Trevor. So easy. And so very wrong. No. This was about Leo Canalis alone. Frankie hadn’t done anything wrong other than having been born to the wrong father. At least as far as Trevor knew, and that was all that mattered for the moment.
    Besides, justice would be vengeance enough.
    It had to be.
    He spread his fingers wide, laying his hand on the arm of his chair and pressing hard against the wood to calm himself.
    “Hi everyone, and thanks for joining us. I… hate public speaking, so I’m going to hand you over to the more than capable hands of my beautiful fiancée.” A flush rose beneath Frankie’s olive skin, and he quickly turned to Evangeline, brushing a kiss over her cheek before he sat, leaving her to the crowd’s attention.
    Interesting.
    Or maybe Frankie didn’t want people studying him too closely.
    Even if the assembled couples were willing to let the mob pay for their weddings, it didn’t mean they wouldn’t report anything suspicious to the authorities.
    A stark contrast to Frankie, Evangeline fit the part of the stereotypical, scheming mob wife. Long blond hair worn stick straight emphasized the fake smile on