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I shrug. “I don’t know.” I turn to Dallas. “Do we have eyes on Peshkov?”

Not taking his eyes off his laptop, he answers, “Not since he went into the hotel.”

I move over to the table where Dallas is working and ask, “So, Peshkov and Dexter haven’t been seen since they went into the hotel? Why don’t we have eyes in there?”

No one answers.

Dallas’s phone rings.

“Darling,” he answers, seeing it’s his girl.

Dallas’s face hardens for a second but then softens when he looks over at Sin.

Standing up, he says, “Okay. We’re on our way.”

After he hangs up, he announces to the room, “We need to go to the hospital now.” He points to Sin. “Get a hat and a hoodie. It’s still not secure, but we need to get you there.”

The look on Dallas’s face, and from the sounds of it, it’s not good news. Sin’s eyes fill with tears, but she shakes it off and rushes after Dallas.

Wolfe slaps me on the shoulder. “We’ll be right behind you. We want to see what unfolds and if anyone else shows up at Lenny’s.

I give him a nod and follow my girl.

Everyone is on their bikes in record time, and we follow Dallas at lightning speed.

When we pull up to the hospital, I see some of our guys, Luc’s men, and a couple of FBI agents standing in the parking lot.

Christ. This can’t be good.

Sin tenses behind me.

I grab her hands that are wrapped around me, giving them a squeeze.

Walking toward the entrance, all eyes are on Sin clinging to my arm. Everyone becomes quiet as we approach. The silence continues as we walk, even Steve doesn’t say anything.

Fuck!

My heart starts racing, and I get a bad feeling in my stomach. Dallas ushers us into the hospital, and we head straight for the ICU. When I see all the girls standing outside the ICU doors, I stop.

“What the fuck! Someone better tell us what the fuck is going on!” I demand.

Doc rushes over to Dallas, giving him a big hug first before turning to us. I tug on Sin, moving her to my side, while tears stream down her face, and brace for the worse.

Doc takes a deep breath. “They’ve taken her back for more tests, but they had to pump her stomach. They’re trying to find out what she’s been given drug-wise. She’s been throwing up a lot but isn’t coherent enough to talk. She only mumbles or cries out before throwing up. We’re waiting for her bloodwork to come back so we know what we’re dealing with.”

I sigh with relief.

“Christ, the way everyone is looking, I thought she was dead,” I say, feeling relieved.

Doc’s eyes tell me there is something she’s not saying.

“What?” I demand.

“We need to wait for all the tests to come back,” Doc replies.

The ICU doors open automatically, and a nurse we know from when Dallas was in the hospital walks through them. She spots Doc first and moves toward her but stops in her tracks when she sees Sin.

“My goodness. Are you Raydene’s sister?” Nurse Cheryl asks, surprised.

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