Twisted Revelations: Book 5 of the Twisted Minds Series by Keta Kendric

Author:Keta Kendric [Kendric, Keta]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jessica Watkins Presents
Published: 2019-03-14T16:00:00+00:00

Today, Laura and I flashed fake ID’s that matched the identities D had obtained for us. We entered the event without a hitch, strutting through the checkpoint in our over-priced dresses like we belonged.

At ten grand a seat, we were thankful for D’s inventiveness in stealing us the identities of two cancellations. Santino was using raising money for the homeless as a cover to meet with some of the notorious people his organization conducted business with.

The inside of the auditorium resembled a wedding party. Large, covered tables and chairs lined the main body of the open space. The color scheme was blue, accented with hues of purple and white.

Wavy blue material made up the ceiling and baseball-sized disco balls dangled from it like expensive chandeliers. Blue, purple, and white flowers accented the tables, sitting atop blue sparkling cloths.

Hundreds of matching flowers lined the floors, creating the aisles between the tables. The stage was decorated with a similar theme, only brighter lighting.

Laura had assumed the identity of Margo Carrington, young heiress to her family’s pharmaceutical manufacturing fortune. She wore a navy Giorgio Armani dress that stopped above her knees. The four-inch gold stilettos she wore made her legs look miles long. She knew how to dress for her body type and had the ability to make her five-foot-two height look six feet. I’d straightened her hair that sat on her shoulders, sleek and shimmering with volume. I’d done a nude natural makeup on her to highlight that beautiful, deep caramel skin of hers.

I had assumed the identity of Juliette McCoy, widow of the late Fredrick McCoy, millionaire diamond dealer. I’d chosen a royal blue Gucci dress. Although the dress swept the floor, it had a slit that reached up and cupped the top of my brown thigh. The dress was cut to give a tease of cleavage, but most of the focus was on the embellished waist and daring back exposure. My four-inch beige and gold Valentino heels made me one of the tallest women at the party and put a lot of male eyes in my direction.

Dax went as himself, the son of billionaires. Since the Marshand family was well known in the state of Texas, Dax called up his assistant and the next thing we knew he was on the list.

Our goal was to rub noses with the men identified as being closest to Santino and use them to reinforce his identity when he came down from the protected penthouse and attended the ball. Once we had Santino identified, one of us would get close enough to tag him with a special tracker D had given each of us.

D had assured he’d take care of the rest, although he’d never revealed to Laura or me what “the rest” entailed. Our part of the mission was cut, dry, and simple. Mingle, identify, and tag.

We mingled, and although their stick-up-the-butt attitudes didn’t suggest it, the men in attendance had sneaky hands that they didn’t hesitate to place on various parts of my body.

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