Love on the Run

By Amanda Adams

One chance encounter is all it takes for hard as nails undercover agent Jace Montgomery to fall in love. When the woman who stole his heart is taken hostage, he'll destroy anything and everything in his way to save her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tydbyts Media
• Release date: Jan 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9791220246972

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Chapter One

Jace Montgomery

Only a handful of things scared me. I was the type of guy who continued skateboarding as a teenager when I broke five ribs instead of going to the hospital. I’d skydived out of a plane, hiked for four months with just my handy (now unusable) and backpack, and free climbed all over the world’s mountains. As an undercover agent, I’d been in situations where I didn’t know if I’d get out alive, had a gun pointed at my head, and watched my closest friends get killed mercilessly right before my eyes.

But I’d never been scared like I was now.

I’d used all my self-control not to punch the living hell out of Nate when he told me they were keeping her hostage. I’d been worried sick about her when I couldn’t contact her two days ago. I swore I was about to do so many different things that would get me in trouble, mostly illegal things. It didn’t help that I was a DEA agent and was working undercover.

Fuck. I cursed inwardly, knowing full well just how fucking fucked I was. I was blowing my cover, and my job, for a woman. Months of training and hard work to climb up the ranks and earn their trust would just vanish tonight. Months of work gone in an instant. I shook my head; I never had any second thoughts about this, not now and not ever. The moment I found out she was being held captive by the same guys I was investigating, I knew I needed to get her out.

I sucked in a hard breath, trying to calm down. Nothing got to me. But this wasn’t just me, this was my Carly. Beautiful, innocent, sexy Carly who loved iced caramel lattes and who dug her fingernails into my ass when she came. My knuckles turned white where I wrapped them around the steering wheel of the stolen car. My forearms were bare, but not for long. I’d wear a jacket inside, not to cover the tattoos, but to hide my weapons.

Two loaded glocks with extra clips, and a pair of eight inch blades that I’d use if I needed to be quiet.

Whatever it takes, baby. I made my vow to her as I parked the car behind a large building that looked like a storage shed. Sheet metal and fiberglass, there wasn’t much to it. But inside was a whole different world.

Cocaine cutting. Bagging operations. Grow houses and massive stacks of cash guarded by assholes with machine guns. The compound was spread out over several acres. If the boss, Vlad, hadn’t already been expecting me, I’d never have made it this far without being shot full of bullet holes.

I might end up that way regardless.

You’re whipped, the annoying voice in my head taunted. In too deep.

I know. Now, shut up. Talking to myself? Definitely not good.

I left the engine running and did a quick check of the surveillance cameras and did a mental note of where Nate said they were keeping her.

What if they’d hurt her? Beat her? Raped her? Shot her full of heroin or just blown her head off? I was fucking scared, not for me, for her.

What the fuck is between you and Vlad, baby?

I checked the clips in both guns, bullet in chamber, safety on as I talked to her. She couldn’t hear me, I knew, but I hoped she felt me coming.

When I got her out of here, I was going to spank her sweet ass for not telling me about this.

Vlad was cold and calculating. He didn’t kidnap random women from town. He was very careful to keep his head down and men under control. If he took Carly, had her locked up, it was for a reason.

I didn’t even know where to begin with Carly. We met at my favorite coffee shop. I was in a rush to get back to headquarters after a whole night of working undercover in the shadiest underground bar I’d ever been in. With zero sleep and Malcolm, my boss at the agency, tearing into me for leads, the world had been just a giant blur that day. I knocked her iced coffee and spilled it all over the front of her white blouse. Whether it was the lacy red bra in full view from her soaked white button-down or her wavy black hair and sun-kissed skin, I’d apologized by asking her out.

The rest, as they say, was history.

I had no business falling in love. She didn’t even know my real fucking name. But when she looked at me, I wasn’t strong enough to do the right thing—walk away. We’d met four months ago at the coffee shop. Two days ago, she stood me up,