Page 91 of Macon

Peshkov wiggles in his restraint. “You’re alive. How?”

Sin moves in front of Peshkov, showing him her blade, and she runs it over her scar. “They put me back together.”

“Where’s your sister?” Peshkov grunts.

“Did you poison my sister?” Sin asks, inches away from him.

Peshkov’s reaction says it all, “No, why would I do that? I wanted to keep her. I wanted to keep you.”

Cash, Wolfe, Shy, and Quick move up next to me. Followed by Steve, Chiv, and Vi. Soon, we all circle around Sin, showing her support.

She sticks her knife in his lower hip, and Peshkov cries out.

“Did you poison her?” Sin repeats herself.

Peshkov screams no a couple of times.

“Who did?” Sin asks, slicing his chest with her knife as blood runs down his torso.

“I don’t know,” Peshkov replies, but Sin isn’t buying that answer, so she slices his back.

“Alina said she only gave her heroine. I don’t know about any poison,” Peshkov pleads with her.

“Do you know what they did to Molly and me before you bought us?”

“Shit,” Steve says, hearing his niece’s name. He shifts from foot to foot.

Peshkov shakes his head and says, “I wanted to take care of you.”

Sin scoffs.

I see her face, and the innocent, scared girl I first met is long gone. No, this woman right here is in complete vengeance mode.

“What about Dexter? Did you kill him?” Sin asks, looking over at Steve.

Peshkov spits, “He was a rat.”

Sin turns to Peshkov, raising her knife. “Is that a yes?”

Peshkov’s face turns pure evil. “Yes. Viktoriya killed him.”

Steve clenches his fist but doesn’t move.

Then it dawns on me. Protect. Hide. Vi isn’t for Violet but for Viktoriya. She was warning us about Viktoriya.

I look over at Wolfe and Shy standing next to each other and say, “It was her all along.”

Sin looks over at me, and I say louder, “It was Viktoriya all along. She poisoned Raydene when she brought her to us. Remember her saying something to Ray, or maybe she did it on the way. She was never going to give her to us. She just wanted information on Dominic.”

Peshkov, looking at Sin, laughs. “She will come for you.”

Sin laughs. “I hope so because if my sister dies, I’ll be waiting with open arms.”

Peshkov spits more blood out. “Oh, she will die. There is no antidote for ricin.”

Damn, he said it.

I pull out my phone and text Greg.

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