“I’ve never been down in the security room, and I’d like to see it. There’s not a place in this house that I don’t want to know and see.”
“Sure. Trent and I made sure to know every square inch. We’ll show you everything we’ve got. We still think there are more tunnels somewhere, so we keep looking.”
“And just the three of us know about them?” she asked.
“Yes, and we’d like to keep it this way,” Trent said.
“I agree.” She stood. “Can we see the security room now?”
“Are you going to want to lie down soon?” Mateo asked as he smoothed the hair from her beautiful face.
“No. I want to get things figured out. I want the house in order. We’re taking care of the personnel, which was a big thing on the list. We’ve got the decorator coming tomorrow. But I want all the business running well, and I know you guys don’t want me to leave the house a lot, so I’ll leave the visiting up to you guys.”
“Good.” Trent kissed the side of her head. “Our first priority is to keep you safe.”
“But I also need you guys to be safe.”
“We will be. We’ll always have men with us.”
“Okay. I also want to get a hold of the fed Angus told us about who’s in charge of investigating what Rizzo did for the human trafficking syndicate they were running.”
“We don’t want you to talk to him alone,” Mateo said.
“Oh, I won’t. I’ll let you two do the talking. I just want every bastard thrown in jail or killed.”
“Hey, Trent, did you know our woman was this bloodthirsty?”
Trent snorted.
Mateo took her hand. “Let’s go visit Devon before showing you the house.”
“I’d love that.”
They took her down the back stairs to the basement.
“Oh, wow. How many rooms are down here?”
God, she’d lived here for over twenty years and had never been able to explore.
“I would guess at least twelve,” Trent said. “There’s the huge main security room, and Devon has an office off of that.”
“Would he want an office on the main floor now that he’s in charge of all the security?” she asked.
Mateo squeezed her hand. “Good idea. We’ll have to ask.”
They showed her the workout room. A few guys were on a mat in the back, boxing.
She gasped. “Oh, my God. They’re going to hurt each other.”
Mateo looked at Trent over her head and grinned. “No, baby, they are training. We have to be tough to do our job.”
“You mean you guys hit each other?” Her voice rose with each word.
He couldn’t hold back his laugh at the shock and censure in her voice. “Yes, but it’s how you learn how to block.”
“You guys won’t do this anymore, will you?” she asked.
Mateo hugged her to his chest. “Yes, we will. One, we want to stay in shape, and two, we want to stay strong to protect you.”