My Bodyguard
Bodyguard Reese Moretti had been involved in missions all over the globe, so tracking down an international criminal should have come naturally.But partnering up with a woman as frustratingly closed-off and downright sexy as Samantha Hanley made it the most challenging job he'd ever taken on. To make matters worse, they were instructed to act like a couple and ferret out the truth behind an ingenious–and deadly–plot.Reese had made a promise to the FBI and completing his assignment was all that mattered. But touching Sam day in, day out and pretending it meant nothing, was never part of the dossier.
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With many thanks to Allison Lyons, Maggie Scillia and
Monica Reider for all their support and generous help.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Prologue
Quantico, Virginia
FBI agent Brant Law pointed to the screen that showed the dark outline of a man’s profile. “Your target is someone who has managed to elude law enforcement for the last twenty years. He has no known picture. We haven’t been able to narrow his location to as much as a country. We don’t know his first name, or exactly how old he is.”
David Moretti, the team’s gorgeous lawyer, and Nick Tarasov, the commando guy who had seen to the four women’s training at Quantico, flanked him on either side.
Samantha Hanley watched the men with distrust, much like the three other women sitting around her.
In exchange for signing up for a top-secret mission, they were let out of Brighton Federal Correctional Institute. If they succeeded, their sentences would be canceled and their records cleared. She didn’t expect much to come of it—her luck didn’t usually work that way—but she’d been willing to take the risk.
Got her out of that cell, didn’t it?
“So what do you know?” Gina Torno, the excop who’d slipped and killed a man, spoke up.
“We know him as Tsernyakov. But we’re not sure if that’s his real name. He is one of the biggest illegal-weapons dealers in the world. We suspect he might have had some position in the old communist government in the USSR, might have been in the military—his access to large amounts of decommissioned weaponry points that way. He has ‘ears’ in every branch of law enforcement of just about every country. He has unlimited access to money. He is ruthless. If he thinks someone crossed him, he doesn’t wait for proof. He kills on first suspicion.”
“You want us to do what? Take him out?” Gina asked.
The air stuck in Sam’s lungs, the question making her realize what a small-timer, a thief that’s all, she was compared to some of the other women.
But Law said, “Getting a location on him would be enough.”
And she let herself relax a little.
The questions and answers flew back and forth.
“Your cover will be a consulting company that facilitates entrepreneurs in setting up small businesses. Miss Caballo will handle accounting, Miss Jones will do IT, Miss Torno will take care of security, including background checks on employees and Miss Hanley is the support person for the team.”
“I’m the freakin’ secretary? No way.” So what if she’d come from the streets? It didn’t mean the rest were better.
“You’re an undercover agent in a top-secret operation.” Law appeared sincere.
Didn’t sound that horrid when he put it like that. If she didn’t like how things unfolded, she could always take off. They would never find her. She was good at running.
Law showed them another slide, mission statement and other information on their made-up company.
“What else do you want us to do? A start-up consulting outfit isn’t going to attract much attention from the type Tsernyakov would hang with,” Gina challenged him again.
“Correct. Savall, Ltd. is your cover. What you’ll really be involved in is money laundering.”
“Are you asking us to engage in illegal activities?” Anita looked as stunned and morally outraged as a Girl Scout asked to kick puppies. A good actress, that one.
“You need to move in the same circles Tsernyakov’s associates move in. You’re authorized by the FBI and CIA to use any means necessary to get close to the man.”
Sam tugged at the silver rings in her eyebrow.
“This is not gonna come back to bite us, no matter what?” Gina asked.
“Correct.”
“You need us, people with authentic backgrounds instead of existing agents, because if we get lucky enough to catch this guy’s attention he’ll have us checked out and he knows people in the right places.” Gina kept pushing.
“Yes.”
“I’m guessing something like this would be a last-ditch effort. You tried before with your own men and didn’t succeed. Did he have them killed?” Gina shot back again.
“We lost a number of operatives.” Law moved on to the next slide, an explanation on what Savall, Ltd. did and the business in general.
“Miss Caballo was convicted for the embezzlement of nearly four million dollars that was never recovered. Your operations will imply that she had that money safely stashed away, met up with the rest of you in prison and decided to start a company that would grow her nest egg outside the United States.”
Way to go. Sam grinned at Anita, who was looking at Law with a tight-lipped expression.
“So what’s going to keep us from taking off once you cut us loose?”
Gina’s question claimed Sam’s full attention. This she wanted to hear.
“You’ll be under constant surveillance. For your own safety.” Law indicated Tarasov.
Commando-guy was going to babysit? Well, that was his burden. He was good, but he hadn’t seen Sam in action yet. She had evaded drunks and druggies and gangs and cops for too many years on the street to be held down by anyone.
