Triplets

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RYAN'S POV

Once we step out of the car, I immediately see Rico tense next to me. He has never really liked to meet or talk to new people. Without looking at him, which would draw unwanted attention to him, I grab his hand and give it a gentle, yet reassuring, squeeze. 

As I try to let go, he holds onto my hand much stronger than before, silently begging me not to let go. 

This time, I do look at him, having to tilt my head up a bit. I see him already looking at me. I give his hand another squeeze, as if telling him that I won't let go, that I am not going anywhere, and I see him relax a little bit. My thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of his hand, trying to keep him calm. 

"Are you ready to go inside?" I hear Alessio ask. I make eye contact with him, and I see a little bit of guilt in his eyes.

Why?

I nod, signaling I was ready to go inside the house.

Not home.

I hear and feel Rudy come up behind Rico and myself. He is standing behind us, but also between us so his head looks over both of our shoulders. "Just say the word and we will get the fuck out of here. I promise. Just say the word." 

Rico nods from beside me, and I follow his lead. 

All too soon, we are in front of the doors, which Alessandro had previously opened and is waiting for us to step inside. 

Why the hell did I think it was a good idea to live with our family?

Especially if it is the Italian Mafia.

Oh my god. 

I am actually an idiot.

Rudy quickly intercepts us so that he can stand in front of us. The overprotective bastard. However, I am kind of grateful. Because when I see Rudy step in, all of the chatter that was there previously just stops. I squeeze Rico's hand again, this time needing his reassurance because fuck I don't do family besides my twins. 

I wipe my face of all emotions; however, I don't put up my cold and emotionless mask. No emotions are shown. For people who don't know me, they would probably think I looked innocent. As for the people who would try to read me, they would feel a void. For the people who know me, they know that I am completely serious, or I am stressed the actual fuck out. 

In this case, both.

I step in first, and then look behind me to see Rico. He is breathing rapidly and looking at the ground. Rico is having a panic attack. 

I look to Rudy who is looking at me, probably wondering where our younger brother is. I speak to him in Russian, almost positive that nobody else here will understand. "У него паническая атака. Я собираюсь помочь ему выбраться из этого. Убедитесь, что все находятся внутри, и НЕ говорите никому, что происходит. Да?" I see his eyes widen momentarily, looking like he wanted to fight me and be there for his younger brother, but with one stern look, he nods his head. Wasting no time, I step out and swing the door shut behind me, immediately hearing protests from inside but I ignore them. 

(He is having a panic attack. I am going to help him out of it. Make sure to keep everyone inside and DO NOT tell anyone what is going on. Yes?)

I quickly step in front of Rico, making his attention go to me. I squeeze his hand letting him know I am still here, and I see he registers it. "Hey buddy. I am here, nobody else. They can't see you, I promise." As I see this, I see a security camera.