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“I need to borrow your private jet.” He explained what was going on, and Bart agreed to call in his pilot and alert the airport to be expecting them.

“You need anything else, you let me know.”

“Thanks, Bart.”

Bart hired him last year to do some investigation work on his then wife. Wife number three. Turned out the woman had been planning on doing away with him and the kids. Viktor and his team discovered the plot and were able to stop her from carrying out the “accident” meant to kill Bart’s two children. He’d told Viktor to call him night or day if he ever needed anything.

He needed it now, and Bart came through.

It took them all in of forty-five minutes to check out and board the plane. They’d be there in less than two hours. It didn’t help ease any of the anxiety raging.

Once they were in the air, Viktor hauled Sara into his lap and held her the entire flight back to Virginia. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to. Sara cried, and he rocked her, trying to comfort her and keep his mind from reliving the horror of the night. His kid, his brothers, and Sara’s parents could have been killed.

Roger was going to pay. The fucker better hope the police found him first.

They arrived at the hospital exactly three hours after getting Conner’s phone call. They went straight to pediatrics. Delia was sound asleep when they got there, Mason nodding off in the chair beside her. He was in a hospital gown, an oxygen mask strapped to his face, and an IV in his arm.

What the fuck? Conner never said he needed oxygen.

Sara ran right to Delia and pulled her up, not caring if she woke her. The little girl screamed, and Mason was up and out of the chair in a heartbeat. As soon as he saw Sara, he sank back down into the chair.

Conner rushed into the room a few seconds later. “Fuck, man.”

Viktor clasped his brother’s shoulder. “You good?”

“She screamed, and I…” He ran a hand through his hair. “She’s been having panic attacks all night, and I’m not helping. Had to bribe the nurse to let Mason in here with her. I stepped down the hall for a cup of coffee, and I heard her scream.”

“Sara woke her up. She’s good. Now, what the fuck is wrong with Mase?”

“I’m right here, asshole.” He’d pulled the oxygen mask down to glare at them all. “She just went to sleep.”

“Boy, if you pull that mask down one more damn time, I’m calling Mama andBabushkaon your ass.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

Mason pushed the mask up.

“He’s not my Viktor,” Delia whimpered. Viktor stepped around his brother and walked over to the bed.

“Hey, now,malyshka. It’s okay.”

She pulled herself away from Sara and threw her little arms around him. “My Viktor.”

“Shh,malyshka. This is Conner. He’s my twin brother. He’s not going to hurt you. I promise.”

“He’s scary.” Tears welled up and cascaded down her cheeks.

“He is, but he won’t hurt you. He found you in the fire and helped everyone, didn’t he?”

Her lower lip wobbled. Dammit, this kid and her wobbly lip. It nearly killed him. She buried her head in his chest and whimpered. Sara looked lost, tears streaming down her cheeks. He pulled her in for a hug.

“You okay,malyshka?”

“Nooooo!” Delia burst into tears, and he looked over his shoulder at his brother. He had no fucking clue how to deal with two crying women.

Conner shrugged, no fucking help at all.

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