Authors: Rochelle Alers
Renegade
DANGEROUS MASQUERADE
“What are we doing, Gabriel?”
He smiled, his dimples winking at her. “I believe it’s called kissing.”
Summer placed a hand over his mouth. “We shouldn’t do it again.”
Gabriel caught her wrist and kissed her fingers. “And why not?”
“Because it’s not going to work.”
“Because you say it?”
“It’s because we have to work together,” she argued softly.
Summer gave him a long, penetrating look. She wanted so much to be Summer and not Renegade, but found it impossible to distinguish between the two identities.
“I can’t afford to get involved with you. We are worlds apart, and there is no way you can fit into mine, or I in yours.”
He caressed her cheek. “I can’t change who I am anymore than you can change who you are. And I happen to like who you are.”
She closed her eyes. “You don’t know me.”
“Then don’t shut me out, Summer. Allow me to get to know you.”
He didn’t know what he was saying. No one knew Summer Montgomery. Not even her mother and father.
Renegade
Rochelle Alers
© 2003 by Rochelle Alers
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To Mildred E. Riley—for a friendship that has spanned decades and for the wonderful memories of Cape Cod.
Thy hands have made and prepared me; give me understanding, that I may learn Thy commandments.
Psalm 119:73
THE HIDEAWAY LEGACY
HIDEAWAY
Martin Cole–Parris Simmons
Regina
Tyler
Arianna
HIDDEN AGENDA
Alejandro Delgado–Eve Blackwell–Matthew Sterling
Christopher Delgado
Sara Sterling
VOWS
Joshua Kirkland–Vanessa Blanchard
Emily
Michael
HEAVENSENT
David Cole–Serena Morris
Gabriel
Alexandra
Ana and Jason
HARVEST MOON
Oscar Spencer–Regina Cole–Aaron Spencer
Clayborne
Eden
JUST BEFORE DAWN
Salem Lassiter–Sara Sterling
Isaiah
Eve and Nona
PRIVATE PASSIONS
Christopher Delgado–Emily Kirkland
Alejandro II
Esperanza
Mateo
NO COMPROMISE
Michael Kirkland–Jolene Walker
Teresa
Joshua
HOMECOMING
Tyler Cole–Dana Nichols
Martin II
Astra
RENEGADE
Gabriel Cole–Summer Montgomery
Emmanuel
Summer Montgomery—alias Denise Hartley—willed herself to remain calm despite the shiver snaking its way up her spine.
The all-too-familiar banked sensation reminded her that thirteen months of undercover work would end in less than sixty seconds.
The tingling was a silent alarm, signaling anticipation for what would come through the doors at the airplane hangar at a private airstrip in Houston, Texas.
She was ready—as ready as she would ever be; she’d been undercover for so many years that there were times when she’d found it difficult to distinguish her aliases from her true identity.
A slight smile parted her curvy lips as she glanced casually at the man who had boasted, with her assistance, that he had become the financial genius for the largest drug cartel in the U.S. southwest. The arrogant man returned her smile, unaware that the sweep second hand on the timepiece strapped to his left wrist counted down the final seconds of his life as a prominent businessman.
“Denise, are you certain you don’t want to come with me?” Richard Robertson asked. He’d raised his normally soft voice to be heard over the roar of planes taking off
and landing. His private jet was fueling in readiness for a flight to the Amazon jungle where he’d planned a two-month sojourn at his Brazilian plantation.
Summer placed her hands, palms down, on the top of a table. Her eyelids lowered slightly, concealing a pair of large, deep-set, dark-brown eyes.
“I’m quite certain, Richard. I told you before I’m
business,
and what you’re proposing is
personal
.”
A sensual smile softened his strong features. At forty-three years of age, the Texas bank president was in his prime and totally unaware that if convicted he would spend the rest of his life in a federal prison for laundering money for drug traffickers.
He stared at the woman who had been responsible for helping him expand his network from Texas and New Mexico to Nevada, Arizona and into portions of Southern California. She was smart and stunningly beautiful—attributes he hadn’t encountered in any woman in all of his business ventures. Most were merely window-dressing, but not so with Denise. She had come to him highly recommended. What had surprised him when he’d had her checked out by a reliable source was the fact that she did not exist. There was no record of a birth certificate, driver’s license, or fingerprints. He took this as a sign that Denise Hartley had the protection of someone who had made her virtually invisible.
Richard’s navy-blue gaze lingered on her shoulder-length, dark-brown hair secured in a loose ponytail before moving lower to the delicate curve of a pair of high cheekbones. At five-foot eight inches with a slender, tight body Denise looked more like an aerobics instructor than a drug trafficker. He knew she jogged every morning despite the weather, and lifted weights.
He’d witnessed her physical prowess when she’d
rendered a man unconscious with a single kick to the side of his head moments after he’d made a grievous error in judgment by groping her breasts. The memory of her well-aimed foot had been etched in his brain once he recalled her declaration that there was never a need for her to carry a firearm, because she was a weapon—a dangerous, lethal weapon.
“What can I offer you to change your mind?”
Summer’s expression changed, becoming impassive. “Nothing.”
Reaching across the space, Richard covered one of her hands with his, the contrast of his pale hand on her brown fingers startling. “Can I at least bring something back for you?”
Summer smiled again. The gesture was erotic enough to cause Richard’s breath to catch in his throat. Pausing for several seconds, she finally said, “An emerald.”
“Bracelet, earrings or ring?”
Biting down on her lower lip, she fluttered her lashes. “Surprise me.”
The two words were barely off her tongue when the doors to the hangar opened and an authoritative male voice shouted, “Don’t move! DEA!”
Summer’s head jerked around simultaneously with Richard’s. She came to her feet in a motion too quick for the eye to follow as two other men lounging in the hangar reached under their jackets for concealed weapons. A dozen agents rushed in, badges dangling from chains around their necks, each wearing blue jackets bearing the white letters of DEA on the back while brandishing semi-automatic weapons.
“Don’t be stupid, gentlemen,” the man with the deep voice warned.
Summer chanced a quick glance at Richard who
looked as if he couldn’t believe what was happening. The blood had drained from his face, leaving it as pale as candlewax. His expression clearly read:
Don’t you know who I am?
The senior agent in charge of the raid moved closer, his eyes narrowing. A feral grin curled his thin lips. “What do we have here?” he asked, his gaze fixed on Summer. His men handcuffed Richard Robertson and his bodyguards. Drawing back his arm he slapped Summer, splitting her lip, bloodying her nose and snapping her head back.
“I knew I would catch up with you one of these days,” he snarled between clenched teeth.
He attempted to hit her again, but Summer blocked the next punch when her left arm came up. He was standing, then seconds later found himself sprawled on his back after she’d kicked him behind his knees. The right toe of her black leather boot made contact with his eye before blinding pain radiated behind her head, causing the concrete floor to come up to meet her.
There were the sounds of exploding bullets, followed by the empty casings hitting the floor next to her shoulder and the acrid smell of cordite. Darkness descended slowly and mercifully, swallowing Summer Montgomery whole.
Summer woke up hours later, not knowing where she was or the time of day. She knew she’d been heavily sedated, but the painkiller was not enough to erase the dull throbbing at the base of her skull. A face and the whisper of moist breath swept over her, and it was a full minute before she recognized him.
Closing her eyes, she inhaled sharply. “One of these
days I’m going to hurt you real bad, Lucas.” The words were squeezed out between clenched teeth.
“You did when you kicked me in the head.”
“That’s because you hit me in the face.” Her words were slurring together.
“I had to make it look good, Renegade.”
She opened her eyes and glared at her boss. His left eye, a hideous shade of deep purple, was nearly swollen shut. Steri-strips covered half a dozen sutures over the eyebrow. “And you did.”
Lucas Shelby stared at the swollen flesh masking what should’ve been a delicate jaw. He knew he’d hit Summer hard, but not hard enough to break her jaw. There were abrasions on her chin and forehead from her fall.
“You must have made quite an impression with Robertson, because when we told him you’d been killed resisting arrest he just about lost it.”
Turning her head slowly, Summer averted Lucas’s intense stare. She would never tell him that Richard Robertson had confessed to being in love with her. She’d done nothing to encourage his attention, but her indifference still did not discourage the married banker from attempting to come on to her.
“Where do I go next?”
Lucas shook his head, unable to believe the battered and bruised woman in the hospital bed. It would be weeks, perhaps even more than a month, before she would be medically cleared to return to duty. However, each time she accepted another undercover assignment it was as if she was playing a game wherein she challenged death.
“The Director says it’s time for us to work the east coast.”
“Us?” she asked, not looking at him.
Lucas smiled, attractive lines fanning out around his blue-green eyes. “We’re being transferred to the Boston area. There’s evidence of high volume drug sales at one of the suburban high schools. This time you’ll go in as a teacher.” He patted her shoulder. “Feel better. I’ll be back tomorrow to fill you in.”
Summer lay motionless, staring up at the ceiling. In three months she would celebrate her thirty-third birthday, and she’d spent the past five of those thirty-two years as an undercover DEA agent.
As Summer Montgomery—code name: Renegade—she’d become an integral component with a team of highly trained agents responsible for the interdiction of drug trafficking. And since becoming an agent with the Drug Enforcement Administration, she had gone undercover for two years as a member of a California youth gang with ties to other gangs in Washington and Oregon, gathering evidence of their drug dealing. Her youthful-looking appearance had also served her well once she’d enrolled as a high school student in Denver, Colorado.
Infiltrating Richard Robertson’s network had become a welcome respite from interacting with adolescents, but that was going to change again with her next assignment.
She shifted her head, grimacing as pain radiated down her neck. Lucas had to hit her to make her capture look convincing, but whoever had hit her from behind had nearly fractured her skull. Closing her eyes, she made a solemn vow that no one on her team would ever catch her off guard again.