Chapter Forty-Nine
Ethan barely had time to move Blair into a sitting position before the sound of screeching tires tore through the air. She almost flinched after what had happened yesterday. But it was Roman’s car that came to a halt so fast it nearly skidded, the driver-side door flinging open before the vehicle had fully stopped. Roman was out in an instant, his eyes locking on Blair where she sat on the pavement with Ethan crouched beside her. She could see that Peters was with him.
His face was thunderous as he strode toward them, looking around at the broken concrete shattered around the ground. “What the fuck happened?”
Ethan straightened. “That,” he pointed to the pieces of concrete, “fell from the building. Miss Warner was almost hit. I pushed them both out of the way. Unfortunately, they both hit the sidewalk and the side of the building pretty hard.”
But at least she hadn’t got her head crashed in by a fulling building. There was no way of surviving that.
Roman’s jaw clenched, his gaze flicking over Blair’s body, scanning for injuries. “Are you hurt?” He came straight to her while she saw Peter’s disappeared into the building.
“I—” Blair started, but the adrenaline was still coursing through her, making her hands tremble. Her ankle throbbed, her body sore from being shoved out of the way yet again. “I don’t know.” She really didn’t. There hadn’t been time to take stock of her injuries. She had been in mental shock. Someone was trying to kill her. It wasn’t like she was a witness to some murder. Dan was too much of a coward. None of this made sense. Jessica wanted money, so killing her would have no benefit to her, surely.
Roman crouched down, his hands moving to her face, tilting it slightly to examine her properly. “There’s blood,” he muttered, his fingers brushing a small cut near her hairline. “Damn it, Blair.” He felt sick. Someone had tried to hurt her, again.
Kara groaned from beside her. “Well, my knee is definitely fucked.”
Roman barely spared her a glance before turning to Ethan. “Get her checked out. Now.” He could see the blood on Kara's knee. Ethan nodded, moving towards Kara as sirens wailed in the distance. The police and ambulance finally arriving.
Shit, the noise level was deafening looking around. It looked like a war zone. There was another older man down ahead. He must have been hit with some of the flying concrete as it hit the sidewalk and broke into pieces. There were people helping him as well.
It worried him the most. This person didn’t seem to care if they hurt other people to get a Blair. That alone made him or her very dangerous.
Roman stood just as Peters emerged from the building, his expression grim. “The piece that fell wasn’t an accident. Someone loosened it. There are scape marks where it was pushed off the side.”
Blair’s stomach dropped.
Roman turned fully toward Peters, his voice low, dangerous. “Do we have security footage? Witnesses? Anything?”
Peters shook his head. “Not yet, but we’re working on it. I will work closely with the police on this Roman.”
The EMTs rushed toward them, and Roman stepped back just enough to allow them to assess Blair and Kara. One of them shone a light into Blair’s eyes, his tone calm but firm. “Miss, do you feel dizzy? Any nausea?”
Blair swallowed, realizing her head was pounding. “A little dizzy.”
“We need to take her to the hospital for a CT scan, just to be safe.” The older EMT said.
Roman’s expression darkened. “She’s not going alone.”
Kara, still sitting on the ground, let out a bitter laugh. “What, am I just chopped liver?”
One of the EMTs helped her up carefully. “You’ll need stitches for that knee. We’ll take you in, too.”
Roman’s phone was already in his hand as they loaded Blair onto the stretcher. His voice was sharp, urgent. “Sutton, it’s Roman. Blair’s been hurt. We’re on the way to the hospital.”
Blair groaned. “Really?” Not even thinking it was strange that he had Sutton’s number. She had other things to worry about.
Roman’s glare shut her up instantly. “You didn’t tell them about yesterday soon enough. I have a feeling they would be even more upset if you left telling them about this.”
By the time they reached the hospital, Blair had barely been taken to have a CT scan before her sisters were barreling down on him.
“Where is she?” Sutton's face was marked with worry and it wouldn’t go away until she saw for herself that Blair was ok.
Roman’s jaw ticked. He could understand he had felt the same. Finding Blair’s email to say she had gone to lunch. When he couldn’t get hold of her, he had panicked. Only to get hold of Ethan to find out Blair had been hurt. “They’re taking her for scans.”
Keira crossed her arms, her voice deceptively calm. “So, to recap, in less than twenty-four hours, someone tried to run her over and then drop a fucking building on her?”
Roman’s silence was answer enough.
Sutton let out a sharp breath. “If you don’t find out who’s behind this, Roman, we will. Even if I have to hack into every database in the city and when we find out who did this, we won’t be as civilized about it.”
Keira smirked. “Oh, I plan on making it hurt.”
Roman’s fists clenched at his sides. “You think I’m not doing everything in my power to figure this out?” His voice was lethal. “Whoever is responsible for this will regret the day they were born. The last thing you want, Sutton, is to be accused of hacking. Serving jail time while pregnant wouldn’t be enjoyable.”
“Do you have any ideas?” Sutton asked.
Before he could reply, a nurse approached, breaking the tense standoff. “Mr. Kingston?”
Roman turned to her immediately. “How is she?”
“They’re finishing up her scans now. Once she’s settled in a room, you can see her.”
Roman exhaled, forcing himself to stay calm. “Thank you.”
The nurse left, and Keira turned to him, tilting her head. “So, you’re staying with her, huh?”
Roman met her gaze evenly. “She’s mine. Where else would I be?”
Keira and Sutton exchanged a look before Sutton nodded. “Good. Because if she gets hurt again, I don’t care how powerful you are, Roman. You will answer to us.”
Roman smirked, but there was no humor in it. “Trust me. Anyone who comes for Blair won’t live to make a second attempt.”
Silence stretched between them, an unspoken agreement passing through the air.
Minutes later, a nurse directed them to Blair’s room. She was lying on the hospital bed, looking exhausted but alert. The moment she saw them, she groaned. “Oh God. You got them to come to here. Why? There is nothing you can do.”
Sutton stormed toward her bed. “Damn right he did.”
Keira plopped into the chair beside her, crossing her legs. “So, when exactly were you going to tell us someone put a target on your back?”
Blair sighed. “I don’t know that for sure.”
Sutton shot Roman a look. “Does she have a concussion?”
Blair rolled her eyes. “No concussion. Just a headache and a twisted ankle.”
Roman sat beside her, taking her hand. “No concussion yet. If you keep getting attacked, we’re going to have a problem.”
Keira raised a brow. “So, what’s the plan, big guy?”
Roman’s grip on Blair’s hand tightened. “The plan?” His voice was ice. “Find whoever did this and make sure they never try again.”