We stood there for what felt like forever as a growing concern for Lester swept through the building, bringing the men who weren't on duty down to the gym. Sweat poured off him as his eyes remained focused on the large black bag. It was as if the world didn't exist beyond the bag and him.

After nearly an hour I noticed the first splotches of blood appearing on his knuckles. "He's bleeding," I whispered to Bobby.

He straightened and nodded. "Stay here. I don't want him accidentally taking a swing at you." As he moved away, Cal stepped up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders. I knew it was as much to support me as it was to protect me from Les should he grow out of control.

Ruger shifted, stood and looked between me, Cal and Bobby. It was obvious he knew something was very wrong. "Stay," Cal said and my loyal and obedient dog, completed a circle, then planted his butt next to Cal's feet.

Bobby approached Les and tried to talk him into stopping. When that didn't work, he reached out to grab Lester by the arm only to end up getting thrown to the side. On instinct, I started for Bobby, only to have Cal wrap his arms around me, holding me in place. "No, Sienna."

"But?"

Bobby picked himself up and headed back toward us. "I'm going to need a couple of volunteers to help take him down and keep him down while I administer the sedative."

"No," I nearly shouted as panic set in. I wasn't sure I could handle watching Lester fight them, even if it was for his own good. "Let me try."

Bobby shook his head. "It's too dangerous. He's in another world right now. You could get hurt."

"I'm willing to take the chance. Please…" I placed a hand on his arm. "Just let me try," I begged.

Bobby, Cal, and Hector exchanged looks.

"He's not going to hurt me," I said with as much conviction as I could muster. Deep down I knew what I said was true. I trusted Lester implicitly.

After a moment, Bobby nodded.

With shaky hands, I slipped off my heels. "Ruger, stay," I ordered, then I slowly walked toward Les.

"Les."

He continued hitting the bag without acknowledging me.

I moved closer. "Lester."

Again, no reaction.

I stepped behind the bag so that he could see me. "Lester, please."

Still, he didn't slow.

I could see the blood on his hands, the anguish in his face. If I wanted him to stop, I was going to have to be brave. Gathering my courage, I stepped next to the bag and grabbed for his arm when he started to pull back. Somehow, I managed to hold on as he jerked against me, trying to throw me free of him. When I instead clung like a burr, he growled and tried again to yank himself free. This time I let go and took a deliberate step between him and the bag.

He drew back to swing again, and I braced myself for the impact before he pulled up short almost making contact with me. "Move, Sienna." The warning in his tone was unmistakable and made me shiver, but I dug my toes into the mat, standing firm.

"Damn it, Sienna," he said as he pulled away from me, then stopped and stared at me. The tension and silence in the room was palpable as I watched him watching me. After a moment his face screwed into a pained expression, and he dropped to his knees. I rushed forward and sank to my knees in front of him.

Before I knew it, he pulled me to him and buried his face in my hair as he began to cry. "I couldn't save her," he sobbed against me. "She was in my arms, looking up at me with eyes that was so much wiser than her six years." He sucked in a ragged breath as I glanced up to see Bobby cross to where we sat on the mats. He eased to his knees next to us and wrapped an arm around us both.

Lester shuddered at the contact as another sob escaped. "She knew," he said. "She knew she was going to die."

"It wasn't your fault," I said against his ear. "You didn't pull the trigger that killed her. It wasn't your fault," I repeated.

His body shook as his arms tightened around me. "I begged her," he ground out. "I begged her to just hold on. I told her help was coming and she just needed to be strong, but she couldn't do it." The last word was shaky as another sob escaped.

"She was injured too badly," Bobby said against him. "You did a wonderful thing for her, by not letting her die alone."

Lester shook his head. "I should have been able to save her."

"Listen to Bobby," I ordered as I rubbed circles over his too tense muscles. "You were there for her when it counted the most. In the last moments of her life, she felt only love and compassion. You gave that to her."

As I held him against me, letting him cry, I looked up to see Ranger and Steph make their way into the room, followed by the stream of men. Their faces were somber with some openly showing grief while others worked to control their concern.

Ranger crouched next to Bobby and whispered something to him I couldn't hear. He nodded, then shifted away from Lester, reached into one of his cargo pockets and pulled out a syringe. "Amor, I'm going to give you something to help take the edge off."

Lester gave a nearly imperceptible nod.

I felt him flinch, then a moment later he went lax against me. "What in the hell did you give him?" I snapped as I took Lester's weight the best I could.

"I only gave him half the dose in the syringe," Bobby said.

"So, why is he out?"

"Adrenaline let down, combined with the sedative," Bobby replied. "He'll be okay."

Before I collapsed under his weight, Ranger was there to help Bobby hold him up. "Take him up to our apartment and put him in bed," Bobby instructed. The next thing I knew, Hal appeared. He and Ranger gently scooped up a now sedated Lester. Bobby helped me to my feet and wrapped an arm around me as I silently wept against him.

The men parted, making way for us and I noted their expressions. It wasn't just concern and grief, but pain and love I witnessed as I pass through the sea of faces. Stephanie once told me Rangeman wasn't just a company, but a family. She was right. When one of them was hurting, they all hurt.

"I'll keep Ruger with me," Cal said as I passed them. I nodded in answer, then stopped for a moment when Hector handed me my heels. I shoved my feet back into my shoes, then we headed for the elevator.

A few minutes later, Ranger and Hal settled Lester on the bed. "You guys need help getting him undressed?" Ranger asked.

Bobby shook his head as he looked at me. "We have him?" His sentence was framed more as a question, and I found myself immediately nodding my affirmation in answer. The fact was, I had no intention of going anywhere when it was obvious that he needed us.

Ranger's look shifted between us before he apparently decided his cousin was indeed in good hands. "Call me if you need anything," he ordered. He took a step, stopped, then turned and pulled me into a hug. "He's vulnerable and raw and he needs you," he whispered against my ear. "Please don't hurt him."

Obviously, Stephanie had talked to him since my breakdown earlier today in my office. I shook my head as I pulled away and looked up at him. "I promise I won't." Hoping I was conveying to him everything I hadn't said, for a moment I held his gaze. Several seconds passed before he gave a slight nod, then walked out.

Once Bobby and I were alone with Les, we moved to the bed, where I began untying one boot, while Bobby took the other. We worked in tandem, slowly divesting Les of his clothes, until he lay in the bed in only his boxers. I covered him with the blanket and pressed a kiss to his temple while Bobby treated his knuckles. Then I removed my heels, set them next to Lester's boots on the floor and climbed onto the bed next to him, propping myself against the headboard. Bobby followed my actions and joined me. For several minutes we sat together in silence, our hands linked above his head.

"Do you think Ram is okay?" I asked.

"He will be," Bobby replied. "He's in good hands and I gave Tank a sedative for him in case he needed it."

"Speaking of that." I shifted and angled my body, so I was facing Bobby. "I can't believe Lester allowed you to sedate him so easily."

"I have you to thank for that," he said.

My brow knit at his statement. "What do you mean?"

"He was already in the let down phase and was feeling a bit vulnerable. He knew, at that point the best thing for him was to shut down for a while and let his mind and body rest."

"But you were ready to sedate him before that," I said.

"You're right. I would have done it with him fighting me because he needed the rest and the break in his thoughts. You just helped to make the transition less traumatic for him."

I remained silent as I looked from Bobby to Lester, then ran my free hand through his spikey hair. Even in sleep, I could see the angst in his features. The way his lips were turned down into a frown and his brow furrowed. In that moment there wasn't anything I wouldn't do to take away his pain.

"Sienna." Bobby's voice pulled my attention back to him and I noted the concern in his gaze as he looked at me. "I know you promised Ranger you wouldn't hurt Les," Bobby continued, his voice barely above a whisper and filled with emotion. "But I don't want you jumping into something you're not truly ready for either."

I shifted my attention to where our hands were linked, studying my pale skin against his darker tone. It wasn't just a relationship with two men I was jumping into, but an interracial relationship with two men. While that fact would never be issue within the walls of this building, once we ventured out into the real world, we'd still face criticism and prejudice.

I'll admit, the potential of that criticism had been a concern when considering how I wanted to proceed, but right now, all I could think was screw them. Screw the bigots and the prejudices of those narrow minded, assholes who would be so presumptuous as to judge us based solely on our appearances.

These men…these badass, gentle, overprotective, sensitive, and sexy men were some of the most amazing people I'd ever had the pleasure of knowing. These two in particular, loved and wanted me for who I was. And Lord help me, but I loved them too.

"Sweetheart?" Bobby's voice cut into my thoughts, and I looked up at him. "Where did you go right then?"

I gave him a small smile. "I was just thinking about how much I love you and Lester and how much I really want this." Using my other hand, I motioned to him, Lester, and the room. "Whatever this is that exists between us."

His eyes widened. "You mean that?"

I nodded. "I know it doesn't seem possible, considering the short time we've known each other, but I'm pretty sure I'm head over heels in love with you and Lester and I want to give us a try."

A slow grin crossed his face as he shifted, released my hand then reached up to cup my cheek in his palm. "Know I'm speaking for Lester when I say this, sweetheart. We love you too, sweetheart"