Here is chapter two, hope you like it.

CHAPTER 2

To say my father's house was huge would be an understatement. I had never seen something so big. I marvelled as I stepped out of the SUV I'd arrived hear in. it was just me and the man Who'd come to Australia to get me. I still didn't know his name; I'd have to find that out later.

It wasn't long before I noticed a man step out of the front door. He was tall and fairly skinny. He wore a suite, quite a fancy one by the looks of it, but when you look at the house that's not surprising. What intrigued me was the scarf, I had never before seen a man wearing a scarf. But hey! I've never met my father either, or been to Russia. Today seems to be the day for firsts.

The man played with his cufflinks and flicked out his hands to straighten out his jacket. Tosser. I thought. He stepped down the front steps of the house and an almost cocky smile appeared on his face. As he got closer to me I assumed he was another one of Abe's 'representatives'. I was, however, completely shocked when he stuck out his hand and introduced himself.

"Abe Mazur." Standing right in front of me was my father. The father my mother had stopped me from meeting up until now. The father I hadn't even seen a photo of up until now. The father I had always wanted to have a relationship with. Well… now was my chance.

"Dad." My voice cracked. The first thing I wanted to do was beat the crap out of him. Mostly for never coming to me before. Even though I knew my mother never let him. But also because he was smiling so bloody much, it was just irritating me. I settled for punching the side of his face. Hard. And, of course his guards pounced.

"Don't." Abe said waving a hand at his guards. "Do we feel better now?" I think I was going to like this guy. I nodded.

"For now." He laughed.

I stuck out my hand towards him. "Rose Hathaway. Its nice to finally meet you Abe." He shook my hand, still with that huge smile on his face.

We stood there watching each other for a few minutes. Sizing each other up. Taking each other in for the very first time. After a while someone cleared their throat. Rather loudly, like they'd already done it multiple times before. both of us turned to see who it was.

Two boys stood there, arms crossed and eyebrows raised, staring at us. They looked only a year or two older than me, maybe more. One of them sported a full head fiery red hair, with beautiful blue eyes. The other had sandy blond hair and hazel eyes. They stood there in jeans and boots with button down shirts and what looked very much like Acubras. I thought we were in Russia?

"Ahhh, I was wondering where you two were."

"Just came back form a ride baba, sorry we missed introductions." The redhead announced.

Baba? Doesn't that mean father? What? I turned to face them completely.

"Rose Hathaway. Who are you?" The blond one spoke up.

"I'm Eddie, this one over here," He poked a figure at the redhead, "is Mason." Their smiles were almost as big a Abe's.

"Rose," I heard Abe say, almost tentatively, "meet your brothers." What the hell? My jaw dropped.

"I-I have brothers?" I said, gob smacked.

"Close your mouth, jeez we aren't that bad." Mason joked, at least I think it was a joke.

"I-I…" I didn't know what to say. Which doesn't happen very often, I am never speechless.

"Come on," the two of them grabbed hold of my arms and began pulling me away, "come meet the family."

I was whisked away to a whole heap of introductions around the house. There was only about ten people but I got completely lost with who was who and what role they played and everything else Mason and Eddie said. I was still processing the fact that I had brothers. I hadn't heard about them before, and they seem older than me so, unless Abe was cheating on my mother, they had to be full brothers. It was going to take a while to digest.

The minute they dragged me out the side door of the house I stopped. I planted my feet on the ground and stared in amazement. Mason and Eddie turned and looked at me in confusion when they realized I'd stopped.

In front of me was the most amazing stable I'd ever seen. Lets face it, it was pretty cliché; red roof, white walls, horses heads sticking out of half doors along the sides, massive big wooden doors at the front. And outdoor arena and a lunging ring, with paddocks as far as the eye could see off to one side and behind. It was the sort of stable I had always dreamed of.

"Wow." Was all I said. I heard Mason chuckle.

"I think she likes it. A horse person are you Rosie?"

"Definitely." I breathed.

Five minutes later I was opening the massive doors to the stable and looking down the line to horses in stalls. I breathed in the familiar scent of horses and hay, I felt like I was home. It didn't matter that I was in unfamiliar territory, in a completely foreign country. Stables were familiar territory no matter where they were, I got the feeling I would be spending a lot of time out here.

I walked down the isle looking around at all the horses. I was vaguely aware of either Eddie and Mason muttering something along the lines of 'we'll leave you to it' and walking out.

As I took in the smells and sounds and sights, one particular horse caught my eye more than the rest. I saw the beautiful brown head tossing back and forth and up and down from about fifteen metres away. I walked up and let myself into the stallions stall. He was the only horse in the stable with a rug on. It wasn't heavy, but it was obviously there to keep him warm. There were bandages on his legs and one on his tail. His mane was smooth and well brushed. It was like he'd been done up for a show, and they were trying to keep him neat and tidy.

I put my hand out to him, letting him get used to my scent before I rubbed my other hand up his neck, so clean and soft.

"And you are?" I jumped at the deep voice behind me. "It is very rude to go letting yourself into a stable that not yours." The voice was accented, and very, very

I turned to see the most beautiful man I had ever seen. There, just outside the stunning stallion's stall, stood a god, he must have been 6 foot six or seven, beautiful brown hair fell to his shoulders. He was covered in sweat, and damn it was sexy. He stood there is his jeans and tight shirt that showed off every muscle he had, and boy was there quite a few, his arms were crossed across his muscled chest and his face didn't look all that happy.

When I failed to answer his question, he coughed, rather loudly, and raised an eyebrow.

"Jeez what is it with you people." I muttered before sticking out my hand and introducing myself. "Rose Hathaway; Abe Mazur's daughter."

The man's attitude changed instantly, form standoffish to polite and welcoming, he chuckled and shook my hand, "Dimitri Belikov, I run the stables round here. Nice to finally meet you; Mason and Eddie haven't shut up about your upcoming arrival for weeks."

"I see…" I said slowly. "So what's with the bandages and stuff on this guy?" I asked motioning to the stallion.

Dimitri laughed again, "Abe said he was to be kept neat and tidy and looking his best. He's an Australian Stock Horse. Mountain Bred apparently, damn good horse if you ask me. But if you are who you say you are, he's yours."

My jaw fell open for the second time since I arrived, and once again, I was speechless. What is this place doing to me? "Mine?"

"Yep, all yours, for pleasure, work or showing, whatever you want to do with him." He slapped the horses neck and began walking away, no doubt to get something organized or finish the job he had previously been doing. "Just look after him."

That was certainly not what I had expected when I agreed to come out here. I guess my mother was right, Abe really did want me to stay, and quite frankly, I think he was going to get his wish.

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