Wakes's POV
The Hamptons estate had been in my family for three generations. Thirty-seven acres of perfectly manicured grounds, private beach access, and most importantly—complete isolation.
The nearest neighbor was two miles away, the security system was military-grade, and the staff had been with the Savage family long enough to understand the value of discretion.
But It was perfect.
I watched through the bulletproof windows of my Bentley as we passed through the estate gates, the electronic locks clicking shut behind us with a satisfying finality.
Aloe was unconscious in the medical transport van following us, Dr. Chen monitoring her vital signs during the journey.
She'd be safe here. Protected. Away from Blake Matthew's influence and the chaos of the city.
Away from any chance
