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And a hand clamps over my mouth, yanking me back before I can scream.

The bag slips from my grip, hitting the ground with a heavy thud. I fight against him; my arm smashes against the wall, and the gun clatters to the floor before the world goes black.

Chapter 87

FINN

“Go outside and wait for Stephanie and Rowan.” I point to the door before dry heaving again.

Reggie storms out.

Tapping my earpiece, I patch through to Enzo again.

“Enzo. Where are they?” I hiss, my stomach cramping.

“Finn. I’ve been thrown out. The systems are diabolical. I can’t see shit inside right now. Only the outside cameras.”

“Fuck,” I hiss.

The door crashes open and a concerned Declan and Conan arrive.

“Finn. What the fuck is going on?” Declan grabs my face, forcing me to look at him.

I’m struggling to focus properly.

“We need to find Stephanie. Rowan.”

Am I slurring?

I push Declan away and shove my fingers back down my throat.

“Finn. We have a problem,” Reggie says.

My heart is beating so fast I can feel it pounding all over my body.

I take a breath, wiping my mouth. And my heart nearly stops when I see Reggie holding my black medical bag and Stephanie’s gun.

My knees threaten to buckle under me.

“Where are they?” I roar with every bit of energy I have.

Grasping onto the basin, I take a breath.

“Finn. You need to calm down,” Conan tells me.

“No!” I push myself upright.

My eyes are heavy. Fuck. I don’t have time to sleep.

“Reggie. The bag.” I motion for him to come over.

I need to be okay so I can get to my wife.

“I need to find my brother,” Reggie says, full of pure anger.

I grab it from him and open it up on the side, grabbing the Flumazenil. It’s the only thing that could help. Depending on what the fuck I ingested. But, it’s worth a shot, on top of purging it out of my system.

I take the shot and release any air, stretching out my arm.

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