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Renegade Love

by

Donna Fletcher

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Renegade Love

All rights reserved.

Copyright 2013 by Donna Fletcher

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Table of Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Titles

About the Author

Prologue

1818 – California


Madre Dios
! You’ve come home.” Alejandro Cesare stared at his son as though he was an apparition, a ghost returning from the dead.

“Am I welcomed home, Father?” Esteban asked.

Alejandro continued to stare, watching the way his son gripped the reins, ready to command the stallion he straddled if the answer should provoke. His deep voice was that of a stranger. There was no resemblance of the young, carefree boy that had been forcibly removed from his family sixteen years ago.

“You hesitate, Father.”

He spoke without sentiment and Alejandro nearly shivered from the chill of his icy demeanor. “You are more than welcomed home, my son, of that there is no doubt. The shock of your sudden return but catches my tongue and my senses. I have searched so long and hard for you and now... here you are.”

“No longer the fourteen year old boy who was torn away from you.”

That was obvious. Esteban was far from the skinny, young boy whose limbs had been too long and lanky for his thin frame. And who had born no trace of a manly chest, though he had strutted around in front of the young ladies as though he had.

No, that young embolden boy was gone as were the lanky limbs replaced now by sheer muscle. He could strut now if he wanted to, his black shirt spread tight across a lean chest defined with muscles. While his appearance certainly impressed and stirred apprehension, it was his features that startled Alejandro the most.

Esteban had sent the young
senoritas
hearts fluttering at an early age and Alejandro had only imagined what maturity would bring. However, Esteban had grown more handsome than Alejandro could have ever imagined, though he was not prepared for the cold hardness that accented his son’s stark, breath-catching features.

His child, though child no more, who had laughed and smiled so often appeared completely devoid of emotion. What had happened to him? What had stolen his humanity?

“It has been too long, my son,” Alejandro said aching to reach out and hug him tightly, so grateful was he that his son had finally come home. “I thank God you are home.”

Esteban’s dark brows drew together in a scowl. “Let us see if you feel that way after you hear the details of my life these last sixteen years.”

Sharp anger stung his words and Alejandro could not blame him. He, himself, had dealt with the never-ending guilt for not having protected his son the way he should have—and worse—for not having been able to find him all these years, though not for lack of trying.

Alejandro stood tall, his shoulders drawn back, a lingering ache persisting in his right one. Age was creeping up on him. He’d be sixty in less than three years. He had prayed he would see his son before death took him and God had answered his never-ending prayers. He wanted to know all his son had suffered. But mostly he wanted to help heal him and see him laugh and smile again.

“I want to hear everything,” Alejandro insisted.

“Then I will tell you, Father,” Esteban said. “And you can tell me then if you truly welcome me home.”

Chapter One

Rosalita Mendez pulled with all her might to retrieve the water bucket from the community well. Her arms ached as did her back. She felt the stretch of each muscle with every yank of the rope, the sweltering heat making the laborious chore that more difficult.

“Blisters again,” she sighed as the hemp line slid roughly along her hands.

“Rosa, you complain when your job is so easy?” Marinda Chavez teased with a hearty laugh.

A sad smile graced the delicate features of Rosa’s face. And even with wisps of her silky brown hair falling along her brow and a trace of perspiration touching her slender neck, her natural beauty still shined through.

Marinda shook her head and spoke half in jest and half truthfully. “I hate you for being so beautiful.”

Rosa opened her mouth to protest.

“Don’t bother to deny it. Every woman in St. Lucita comments on your lovely face. And every man cannot keep their eyes off you. Your skin is clear and perfect like the angelic carved statues in the church and your body...” Marinda shook her head again. “What I wouldn’t give to be petite and slender like you.”

“You are far from fat and besides Paco loves you just the way you are,” Rosa said after hefting the heavy water-filled bucket to sit on the edge of the well.

With the mention of her new husband, Marinda beamed. “He tells me that I am a beautiful goddess who he will worship forever.”

This time a happy smile appeared on Rosa’s face. She was truly pleased that her friend had found love. Paco Chavez had followed Marinda around like a love-starved puppy for months, claiming that he would wait for her forever. Forever hadn’t been long away. Paco’s irresistible charm had swept the robust Marinda off her feet, and they had wed two months ago.

Marinda looked around the well at the other women. She waited until some of the older women walked away, their water jugs full, and the few younger women who lingered were deep in conversation before she whispered to Rosa, “I’m glad Paco wed me when he did. The search still goes on.”

Rosa involuntarily shuddered. “Don Cesare has still not found a wife for his son?”

Marinda shook her head and kept her voice low. “Who would want to marry Esteban Cesare, handsome though he may be?” Marinda crossed herself for protection before continuing. “It is said he had done unspeakable things during his sixteen years with Pacquito’s band of renegades.”

Rosa could not help but feel a twinge of sympathy for Esteban Cesare. “It was not his fault that he was captured by renegades when he was fourteen years old.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Marinda agreed. “But why did he stay with them these many years. Why didn’t he return as soon as escape was possible?”

Rosa kept her thoughts to herself. She understood what it was like to be in a position where although escape seemed possible... it wasn’t.

“I have heard that no decent family will accept Don Cesare’s generous marriage offer for his son. All the wealthy haciendas have closely guarded their daughters since his return and that now Don Cesare looks to the peasant people for a suitable wife.”

Rosa raised her brow in question. “Don Alejandro would allow a peasant woman to marry his son?”

“The gossips say he is desperate for his son to return to a normal life, marry, have children, and help run the wealthy Cesare lands. I suppose he hopes it will help bury his son’s sinful past and he would once again be accepted into their world.”

“His son needs to heal... to forgive before he can forget.”

“Forgive who?” Marinda asked always curious by Rosa’s strange responses.

“Himself, of course,” Rosa answered as though it was common knowledge and everyone understood.

Marinda’s voice dropped so low that Rosa had to lean closer to hear her. “Forgive himself for what... for all the vile things he has done?”

“No,” —Rosa shook her head— “forgive himself for the strength it took him to survive. Few people would have such courage.”

Audible, shocked gasps drew both their attentions and they looked up to see what had caused the startled cries.

Don Alejandro and his son Esteban were riding in an open carriage through the center of St. Lucita at a slow pace. The shiny black and silver trimmed conveyance glittered in the morning sun. Don Alejandro waved and called out to friends, his smile broad, pleasant and sincere.

Esteban sat straight and stiff as though prepared to battle any ill wind that blew his way. His demeanor was arrogant and unapproachable. But his handsome features caught the women’s breathes and sent their hearts beating rapidly.

From the size of him compared to his father sitting beside him, he had to be several inches over six feet. And from the fit of his garments his body was well-honed. His black-as-night hair shined and was pulled back and tied with a leather string at the nape of his neck.

The carriage neared Marinda and Rosa.

“Don’t look into his eyes,” Marinda warned before lowering her head.

But Rosa could not take her eyes off the handsome man that had had tongues wagging since his return and besides he looked straight ahead, as if he wasn’t the least interested in those around him.

Don Alejandro waved to her, which she had expected since on several occasions business had brought him to the home of the family she resided with. Rosa smiled and waved recalling the older man’s warmth and friendliness.

Esteban’s head turned then with a sharp snap and caught her eyes in such an intense grip that Rosa was held spellbound. It was as though his eyes penetrated her and she could feel the heat and fury contained within him as he stayed his glance, his head turning slowly to hold it there as the carriage continued on. It wasn’t until the conveyance disappeared around the end building that she was free of him.

The breath, she hadn’t realized she had been holding, came out in a short gasp. Her knees turned so weak that Marinda grabbed her arm and helped her to lean against the well wall.

“I warned you not to look at him,” Marinda scolded. “Now that you have cast your eyes upon evil, you will pay.”

Rosa trembled from Marinda’s dire prediction or from Esteban’s potent look, she couldn’t be certain. She knew one thing though. She would not look upon his dark sinful eyes ever again.

~~~

“The young woman interests you?” Don Alejandro asked shortly after the carriage pulled away from the St. Lucita Mission. As usual Esteban had refused to enter the church and Padre Marten had not encouraged him to do so. Until Esteban confessed his sins, the scared ground of the church was no place for him.

Receiving no immediate answer Alejandro asked again, “The young woman... she interests you?”

Esteban did not look at his father when he spoke. “I have no intentions of marrying... ever.”

“It is your obligation as my son to marry and produce an heir,” Alejandro reminded patiently for what he felt must have been at least the hundredth time.

Esteban turned his head slowly as his brow knit together in a frown and he spoke in a tone that always managed to send a chill through Alejandro. “I will
not
marry.”

Alejandro stirred uncomfortably in his seat. “We will discuss—”

“We have discussed enough!” Esteban snapped. This ridiculous idea his father had must be put to rest immediately. Marriage was not now or ever part of his life. “I have not taken another man’s orders for several years. You will do well to remember the things I have told you, Father, and cease this senseless search for a wife for me.”

Alejandro gave a gentle shrug as though it was no burden. “Your mother and I only wish your happiness.”

The one corner of Esteban’s mouth rose but a fraction. Alejandro had learned quickly that this slight, almost undetectable expression was what passed as a smile for his son. And laughter? He had heard none from his son since his return and it made him wonder if Esteban was even capable of ever laughing again.

“I am happy, Father,” Esteban said not all convincingly.

Alejandro could hold back no longer. “
Happy
? You barely speak to anyone. You never smile or laugh. You distance yourself from your mother whenever she approaches you. This is what you call
happy
?”

Esteban had remained stoic throughout his father’s brief scolding. Even now no emotion clouded his face. “I have changed. If you and Mother find my change too difficult to accept, perhaps I should leave.”

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