acres from them. Fortunately, the two houses were located on the same rise so even though it was a good distance away, they could see it. “My guess is, when your father wants something, he makes his demands, just the way Boone does. The family is old-school, traditional, and has old money. They don’t want a scandal. Boone joined a motorcycle club. Not just any club, but an outlaw club. Bridges followed suit. The family probably gives them whatever they want to stay away.”
She nodded. “He never brought me here or told me much about my grandparents or great-grandparents. What I did know, I pieced together. His mother is worse than his father. At least he acted like she was; he scared me every time he talked about her.”
“That place screams money. Code said it’s valued at over four million. Here, in this area, that’s a lot of bank for an estate.” He nuzzled the top of her head, his fingers linked tightly just under her breasts. “Would you want to come back here to live, instead of living in California? It’s cold there at times.”
She shook her head. “I loved the coast. It seemed wild and I remember thinking I wished I could stay.”
“It was very cold in Russia, where we were. The heat here was stifling for all of us. The coast in Caspar is much more moderate and we’ve been able to adapt. Thank you for giving me a chance, Bree. I know it won’t be easy, but I’ll do my best to make things good for you.”
“I know you will. I want to be with you, Steele.”
They both watched as Savage came into sight, moving around the bikes to the beat-up truck Transporter had chosen to bring with them. Savage pulled open the back door and reached inside to take a hold of Zane’s car seat and tug at it, making certain it was snug and properly bolted down.
Breezy looked up at Steele. “They are different, aren’t they? The club? He’s making sure that the seat is safe for Zane.”
“We’re different, Bree, but we aren’t saints. That truck is a rocket. If we need a fast getaway with Zane, we want that seat not to move.”
She smiled at him over her shoulder, and his cock stirred. It wasn’t his cock that got to him with the reaction to her. It was his heart. He had a strange fluttery sensation, a curious melting. She did things physically to him that were impossible from a purely scientific standpoint.
“What’s he like? I was always afraid of both Reaper and Savage. Reaper joined within a month or two after Czar and Savage showed up with him. In all the time they rode with the Swords, I never said one word to them, not even when I was yours. I was more afraid of them then I was any Swords member, even Donk.”
“You have good instincts, better than most of the Swords. They’re phantoms when it comes to killing, in and out and no one ever knows they were there. For big men, they walk softly and they can get into places you’d never suspect. Savage is edgy, difficult to predict. He’s nearly impossible to defeat when he’s fighting with his fists or his feet. I’ve never actually seen him defeated. We don’t let him kill anyone when he’s in a ring, but it’s always close. I’ll admit, it’s brutally cool, but equally as scary to watch.”
“You admire him.”
“Yeah, I do.” He did. Savage was implacable when he set on a course. No one got away from him. He’d been one of the top assassins Sorbacov had had. The most elite among the elite.
“And you worry about him.”
He glanced down at her again. She was right. He did. They all did. Sorbacov and his “instructors” had twisted all of them, but Savage, with his good looks, had been a favorite and they’d really twisted him. He was the most damaged of all of them and there was no cure for the years and years of that kind of sexual torture and abuse their instructors had used to shape the boy into the kind of man they’d wanted. Each of them had been shaped by those years and no amount of counseling was going to overcome their needs. What seemed natural and right to them was considered deviant in society—or so they were learning.
“Yeah, baby,” he conceded softly. “I do worry about him. The things they did to him and made him