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We hung up.
Thirty more minutes passed, and I was about to lose my mind. My phone rang. An unknown number. I answered.
“Hello?”
“Delilah, this is Dominic.” His voice was grim. “Seb’s at Memorial Hospital.”
The room tilted and I felt sick to my stomach. “Is he going to be okay?” I didn’t recognize my own voice.
“He’s in surgery. Do you have someone to bring you to the hospital, or should I come get you?”
I nodded, forgetting he couldn’t see me. “Rex is here. I’ll ask him to take me.”
“Good. We’ll see you in a bit.”
“Thanks, Dominic.”
“No, problem.”
I cut the call and rushed to my room. My hands trembled as I pulled on a pair of jeans, a knitted sweater and sneakers. With my phone in hand, I ran out of the house.
“Rex! Rex!”
Rex came running from the side of the house.
“Ms. Malone, is something wrong?”
“Sebastien is at Memorial Hospital. Can you take me there?”
His face tightened. “Yes, ma’am.”
We ran to the SUV, and I jumped in before Rex could open the door.
By the time he climbed into the passenger seat and Viper took the wheel, he was already barking orders into his phone. “What the fuck happened out there today? Mr. Quantum is in the hospital! Get me intel on Tony and the others who were with him, now!”
Viper floored the gas and we screeched out of the driveway. Forty minutes later, Rex and I ran into the hospital as Viper parked.
“I’m here to see Sebastien Quantum,” I stated breathlessly to the receptionist. “I’m Delilah Malone…his fiancée.”
The woman shot me a sympathetic look. “I’m sorry, Ms. Malone, he’s out of surgery but he’s resting. You can wait with the others in the waiting room.”
I nodded, but my feet refused to cooperate. Rex firmly placed his hand on my shoulder and steered me towards the waiting room.
Sebastien’s brothers were already there. Dominic was pacing. Nathaniel and Leonardo leaned against the walls, their arms crossed over their chests, while Vincent and Axel sat stiffly in their chairs. The moment we entered, they looked in our direction.
“What happened? Is he going to be okay?” I asked, my voice raising an octave with panic.
Dominic hesitated. “Maybe, you should have a seat, before I—”
“Just tell me!” I said louder than planned. I inhaled deeply, trying to get myself under control. “I’m sorry. Please, just tell me.”
Dominic’s blue eyes locked with mine. “Based on what we found out, his security detail survived with minor cuts and bruises despite being forced off the road, but Seb’s car was shot at multiple times. After checking the car, nothing appears to be stolen, so robbery is ruled out.”
Security detail being run off the road. Gunfire. This wasn’t an accident. This was planned. This was Hawthorne.
Sebastien was in the hospital because of me.
This was all my fault.