Page 57 of Macon

Before anyone can say anything, Vi’s voice bellows throughout the club, “Where is she? I need to see her now!”

“Fucking hell. These women and their outbursts,” Wolfe grunts, getting up to head for the door.

A few of us follow Wolfe out to the front common area where Vi, Dallas, Chiv, and Doc walk in. Violet, Raydene’s best friend, leads the group, followed by her man, Chiv, who looks exhausted. Dallas walks in on his phone, completely consumed, while Doc brings up the rear, looking worried and sad.

I texted Sin that Vi and Doc were here and to be ready.

She immediately asked who was Doc. I forgot she doesn’t know we call Lee Doc, so I replied and let her know.

Wolfe greets them first, calming Vi down and telling her the girls are coming down.

Dallas heads straight for the office, not saying anything that concerns me. Hawk and Blink follow him, knowing he must be onto something if he doesn’t greet them.

I decided I was going to follow them and greet the girls at the elevator. Blink catches up with Dallas, and I hear him ask Dallas, “What’s up? You got something?”

Dallas grabs his laptop and looks up with a worried expression. “Yeah, and it doesn’t look good.”

The elevator dings and the girls come out.

Sin comes straight to me. I hear Violet coming down the hallway, calling Sin’s name. Dallas has his laptop open in his hands. Sin sees the screen and freezes.

I think she’s overwhelmed with everyone, so I turn her to look at me, but she appears like she’s seen a ghost, tears filling her eyes.

Shaking her, I ask, “Sin, what’s wrong?”

She points to the screen and stutters, “W-why?”

I look over at Dallas, who turns the screen for all of us to see. It’s a picture of a Russian man.

I ask her just as Violet reaches us. “Do you know this man?”

Sin’s body starts shaking uncontrollably as terror fills her face. She whispers, “Ar-Arman Peshkov. M-my owner.”

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Vi exclaims, trying to get her hands on Sin, but I push her away.

“Hold the fuck on, Vi.” I grab Sin’s face. “Sin, stay with me. You’re safe.” She glances over to the screen and cries out, “No!” before passing out. I grab her instantly, lifting her to my chest.

I become enraged.

“Fuck!” I roar.

All hell breaks loose, but I pick up Sin and barrel through everyone to the nearest room.

“Get the fuck out!” I growl.

I don’t know who, but someone shuts the door behind me, but I can hear Vi hollering, “Someone better fucking start explaining what the fuck is going on and now.”

I sit on the bed, holding her like a baby. As I rock her, I push her hair out of her face. “Come on, Sin, wake up. You’re safe.”

She doesn’t stir. I keep caressing her face. “I got you. I promise no one will ever hurt you again. Please, sweetie, wake up.”

She starts to wake as her eyes flutter.

Thank God! I look up at the ceiling. Thank God!

It’s been an hour since the two agents, Hernandez and Green, showed up. They came alone in civilian clothing, which was good since our clubhouse was full of bikers getting ready for a party. The place was filling up and people were prepared to party.

Once Sin came to, I calmed her down. She kept freaking out, thinking he was there to take her. I told her he didn’t know where she was or if she was even alive, and that I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.

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