I didn’t know who’d stolen from me, but I’d find out. There weren’t many stupid enough to do it and less as powerful to go toe-to-toe. I was just getting ready to make a call when my phone vibrated in my hand. Dean, my brother’s name, flashed across the screen.
He was probably having difficulty getting Olivia to sleep. She was a firecracker, that one. Sometimes I needed to get on the phone on the nights she slept at his house to get her to go to bed.
“Hey, Dean.”
“Gid.” There was slight panic in his voice, and my spine went ramrod straight.
“What’s wrong?”
“You gotta get to Northchester General, now.”
A second later Danny, Alex, and Paul all got into the car. “Paul, Northchester General, now. Dean, why am I going to the fucking hospital?”
Paul hit the gas, and none of the others said a word.
“The house, my house. There was a fire.”
“Is everyone okay?”
“Yeah, mostly. Smoke inhalation. Owen is freaking out, Liv is trying to calm him, but he’s humming.”
Shit. He hummed anytime he was overstimulated or scared.
“I’ll be there as fast as I can…Dean, this fire, was it…?”
“I’ll tell you once you get here.”
He disconnected the call, and it took everything in me not to start punching anything and everything in sight. My kids…had someone tried to kill my children? After tonight with Frank and now this, I had a feeling someone certainly was trying to tear me apart. Fuckers didn’t realize who they were dealing with.
I rushedinto the emergency room and immediately saw Rita, my sister-in-law. Matteo was wrapped in her arms.
“Rita.” Paul, Danny, and Alex were on my heels.
“Gideon,” her voice cracked. She rose, and I hugged her and Matteo tightly.
“Where’s Dean, the kids?” I glanced at Matteo. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I mean, I don’t think I would have been if that guy hadn’t saved us.”
“What guy?” I looked at Rita, but my name was called and I saw Dean approaching me.
There was dried blood on his forehead, and his suit had seen way better days. When he was close enough, I pulled him to me.
“I’m okay, brother.”
I moved back. “Livy, Owen?”
“Yeah, come on.”
“Stay with them.” I instructed my guys to remain with Rita and Matteo, and I followed Dean.
Owen was in bed with an oxygen mask on, and Olivia was cradled around him. He was humming, and she was petting his dark hair.
I walked to the bed and as soon as I sat, Owen threw off his mask and jumped into my arms and Livy hugged me from behind.
“It’s okay, my angels, I got you.”
“It was so scary.” Olivia sniffled, and Owen nodded.
