Page 80 of Falling With You

“We got it, chef. Take care of your girl.”

I didn’t even know who’d said it. I couldn’t pay attention.

I trusted my people. I had trained them. They could handle it.

But Sienna needed to be okay. What was going on?

Images of her attackers came to mind, and I almost threw up.

“What’s wrong? What’s happening?”

“I don’t know. Violet just called and said Sienna was attacked in a parking lot. At work.”

I looked at Cameron, rage pushing through me, and I forced myself not to make fists at my sides or punch something.

I wanted to yell. I wanted to scream. I wanted to rip someone apart.

But that wasn’t going to help anyone.

I just looked at my brother and tried to calm my breathing.

“At work? You think it was those guys?”

Bile coated my tongue, but Cameron shook his head.

“No, Violet made sure to tell me that. But we need to get there, and then maybe they can tell us everything.”

“Is she okay?” I stopped where I was and gripped Cameron’s arm so hard I knew I was going to leave bruises. Cameron put his hand on my shoulder and looked at me.

“You’re fine. She’s fine. She’s going to be okay. She’s a little banged up, at least that’s what Violet said. We just need to get there, okay? She’s alive, Aiden.”

I looked at the face that was identical to my own. It told me that the fear that was on that face was the same as mine, just a little different.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t focus. But then hands were on my back, and Brendon was pushing me towards the door, Dillon opening it, keys in his hand as he jostled from foot to foot.

“Come on, we’ve got to go.”

“I got the bar. You take care of our girl,” Beckham called, and I looked over my shoulder. Beckham slid off his jacket. He wasn’t even supposed to be here this early, none of us really were. But somehow, we were all there. And we were going to get through this together.

But dear God, Sienna had to be okay. She had to be fucking okay.

I sat in the front seat as Dillon drove us, and Brendon and Cameron got into Brendon’s car. Apparently, they thought it would be best to have more than one car in case someone needed to leave.

I didn’t know how they were all thinking so clearly when all I wanted to do was throw up or punch something. But there was nothing I could do. Everything was out of my hands. It was Allison all over again. We were losing the baby. I was losing her. Everything was just going wrong, and I couldn’t fix it.

I put my head in my hands and tried to control my breathing.

Dillon let go of his death grip on the steering wheel and reached out to pat my shoulder. “She’s strong. She’ll be okay.”

I looked at him then, my breaths coming in ragged pants. “She shouldn’t have to be strong. I wasn’t there. Again.”

“You can’t be there for her all the time, Aiden. She was at work. It’s daylight.”

“And she was attacked. Again. This is fucking Denver. This doesn’t happen here.”

“It happens everywhere. But she’s fine. And we’re going to figure out what happened. But you need to calm down. They’re not going to let you stay in the waiting room if you break through the drywall or something with your fists. You need to act calm and rational and try to figure this out, okay?” There was fear in Dillon’s voice, and while he usually sounded older than he was, I could hear the child there. Hear the fact that he was scared, too.

And I remembered that Dillon had dealt with our mother longer than I had. And now our mom was dead, and I didn’t know if Dillon had been there when it happened. I didn’t know anything about that connection because I chose to ignore it. But I wouldn’t from now on. I would ask if Dillon wanted to talk about it.